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Our living room is blurry, curtained by tears of a woman broken by the complexity of circumstance. I blink several times, wipe my eyes as fresh tears fall. My vision clears long enough to see a lone brown cardboard box near the door. A flash of resentment overtook my heart. For a moment I stopped crying long enough to question the air around me. "Why the hell did you not get all of your stuff!" It was enough dealing with you packing. I held it together when the U-Haul pulled up to our house, and when you handed me the key and pulled out of our driveway. I kept it together, but my heart can't deal with you having to come back to pick up one damn box. You were gone and there was no changing that. It was time for me to realize that, or at least begin the process. I got up off our couch and headed to our room, kicking the box as I passed it. It was in my way, honestly. On the way I passed your office, now empty, except for a couple of stray cords. I closed the door for now, but thought about what a great craft room it would make. I could finally move my things out of the garage. I entered our room and heeded straight to our closet door. Behind it was a room decent enough in size to house a young child and their full bedroom set, comfortably. I knew the removal of nearly half it's contents would most definitely be noticeable. Before I could open the mirrored door, I caught my reflection. My lip gloss was gone. Perhaps from biting my lips and holding my hands to them while stifling my cries shortly after you left, just in case you could hear me on the other side of our front door. The mascara and eye liner that I meticulously applied before you came was smudged, resembling a botched attempt at a smoky eye. My foundation was streaked from tears. I resembled a tiger of sorts. All disheveled by emotions and I resembled one of the most dangerous animals known to man. How ironic. I released the handle and headed to the bathroom. I grabbed a couple of makeup removal wipes and began the task of cleaning my face. After i was done, I applied some moisturizer, instinctively closing my eyes as I rubbed the cream onto my eyelids and forehead. Upon opening them I peered back at myself. With both palms pressed against the granite counter I breathed in deeply, as if taking in the past few weeks all at once. The box squeezed through my trachea and settled in my lungs, the pressure of its corners burning my chest. It settled in amongst all the baggage I needed to let go. So I screamed. The box, you informing me that our relationship was no longer working for you, your insistence not to seek counseling, and the revelation that it wouldn't work because you'd been screwing and had now fallen in love with your assistant, all were forced out of my lungs by my inherent fighting mechanism. After, I look at myself again, fill my lungs with oxygen and use that gift to tell my reflection 'I love you'. I exit the bathroom, cross the room, to my bed where the phone lay. You answer on the second ring. "You left a box here. You'll need to pick it up by the end of the week. If not, you may repurchase your items at the Goodwill." Before you could respond, I hung up. I'd said what I needed to say. _"Addiction, an impulse that, once indulged, is impossible to pacify. Even when starved, the hunger survives."_ Dear Diary, I really never thought I would be back here. Wanting. Hungering. Several months passed and even I was convinced that I was over the memories, the passion. Mentally, I told myself he didn't want me, but there were plenty of others who did. I continued to write stories, have lusty encounters, failing to realize that life is never predicable. It's when the skies clear that you quickly forget the storm is only over for a moment, not forever. Like most events, the inciting incident seemed to be inconsequential, trivial. The weather prevented me from going to work and school so that I was home, enjoying a break from the hectic schedule I was living. Online, I saw that he was online and soon an instant message popped up on my computer. We made small talk about the weather and he asked me if I was enjoying my break. Impulsively, I responded quickly about how it would be much better if he were here. Instantly, he responded asking me if I wanted him to kiss and bite my nipples or feel him rub my clit until I shuddered in ecstasy. Sitting on my couch, I shivered in lust reading his detailed memories about the ways he brought me pleasure. "Make me cum", I typed back to him, a challenge. "Soon," he replied. The conversation ended, but I couldn't forget. My body wanted the fulfillment that my master always promised, always fulfilled. I couldn't forget the online conversation; in fact, it provoked more naughty dreams, dreams that would cause me to wake up wet and aching. In response, I wrote the following and sent it to him. Dear Master, I've always been a dreamer. My dreams are vivid and highly imaginative, regardless of the subject or content of my dream. Sometimes my dreams feel so lifelike, so real that I don't want to wake from the dream, just experience it over and over again until I'm ready to face reality. Whether I'm daydreaming or fully asleep, I am able to remember just about everything I envisioned, tastes, smells, even sensations from the dream. However, since Sunday, I've been dreaming about you. You come to me, my lover, during the night, your favorite time to visit me. I hear your car in my driveway and feel my body respond, my breathing quickens, my nipples tighten, my pussy moistens itself, ready to experience all that you have to offer. You walk up the steps and I open the door, allowing you inside my house, and soon, inside of me. I see your lips beginning to move, and I move quickly, pushing you up against the door. I lean in to whisper in your ear that I'm ravenous and kiss you. Sometimes in this dream you are wearing a hat and I pull it off of your head and fling it somewhere in my living room. My kiss is gentle, inquisitive, until you respond and it becomes passion-filled, intense. You pull me closer to you, grinding your hips against my crotch, and I moan into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your cock rubbing against me. I pull you closer to me, my hands grabbing your hips, your hands grabbing my ass, and I deepen this kiss, eager to relearn your taste, your passion. We kiss for a while, our breaths ragged, our hands exploring, our hips moving against one another. Your hands cup my breasts and I already know that if I allow you, you will pinch and tease my nipples, taking control of this moment. I break our kiss and roughly pull your pants down, needing to feel your cock in my mouth, your hands in my hair. I kiss the head of your cock, before taking you fully into my mouth, slowly moving my tongue along the bottom of your hard cock, relearning your taste. I bob my head up and down, feeling you moving in and out of my mouth, enjoying the sound of your groans and the tightening of your body. I place my hands on your ass, as a way to guide you in and out of my mouth, to bring you pleasure. Sometimes in the dreams, you pull my hair, only to pull me up and we race to the bedroom, clothes flying everywhere, before landing on my bed and we frantically touch, kiss, and grinding, both of us famished for one another. Lately though, I've been dreaming that you stop my tasting of you and push me to the floor, kissing me and stripping me of my clothing before I help you with yours. I hear my dog barking in the background, but it sounds like he is miles away, for I am so focused on finally touching you, tasting you that nothing else matters. You pull my legs apart and I lean on my elbows watching you above me. I reach for the condom on my table and toss it to you and before I know it you are inside of me, hard and insistent. I whimper and you moan and we are moving against one another, impatient to feel the other in the most intimate of ways. As you thrust inside of me, my hips move on the carpet and I know I'll have rug burn the next day, but know I'll consider it a mark of passion, a fun memento of this lusty encounter. You play with my nipples with your mouth, your fingers, determined to make me cum, so that my pussy drenches and clenches your dick throughout my orgasm. My orgasm hits me hard and you follow soon after, digging your fingers into my hips as you cum. Out of breath, you rest your forehead against mine and release my legs, both of us panting and attempting to regain our breaths. You pull me up and take me to my bed, to prepare for another round of fucking. When I wake up from this dream, I am momentarily confused, reaching out as if you were here to fulfill my needs, my desires. I run my hands down my body, realizing I am so aroused from this dream that it won't take me much to cum. I climax instantly, wishing my pussy really was clamping down on your hard cock instead of drenching my fingers. I lie in bed, panting, wanting the dream to become reality, instead of another dream unfilled. It's Friday night. It's been a long week with trying to get back into the swing of things for work and school; however, I know that after I shower tonight and prepare for bed, I'll dream this dream again and probably wake up craving more. I'll see you later, lover, in my dreams. Make me cum soon, Master, while using your words and hurting me so good... I sent the letter to him and returned to my busy schedule, placing it all out of thought, out of mind. Occasionally, I would text him "Happy Wednesday" or "Happy Friday" in the morning with some pithy comment attached to the well- wishing. Usually, he responded thanks and life continued. However, one Friday night, lying in my bed exhausted from the week, I heard my phone chirp, indicating I had a text message. I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was from him. "You hoped my Friday was fun, lusty, warm, and wet?" he asked. I laughed aloud. Usually, he ignored my snarky commentary or comments. I quickly responded that I was fun and lusty as well as warm and wet. I didn't have to wait long for his response. "How wet?" I closed my eyes and thought about the fact that a lot of time passed since the last time we fucked. I remembered the last time he came over and how little sleep I got that night. My body eagerly responded to my memories and my touch. After a few moments, I could easily text back that I was wet. "Let me know when you are dripping wet," he texted. "Get over here and I will be," I quickly texted back. "You always tell me that I rush you, you tell me when you are ready," was his response. I tossed the phone on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. As I prepared to shower, I debated the wisdom of this choice. As I shaved my pussy bare, my mind was at war with my body, my mind berating me five different kinds of fool, while my submissive body craved his touch, his dominance, and his dick. I finished my shower and moisturized my skin. I texted ready to him, knowing it would not take me long to lightly apply makeup and do my hair. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a flushed, nervous woman peering back at me. I blew out a breath and straightened my spine. On my mirror, I taped various inspirational quotes on index cards for me to glance at in the morning for strength. My current favorite? "Hope strengthens, fear kills." I could spend this time listing all the reasons why I shouldn't see him, shouldn't give in to my addiction. Or, I could accept that he is someone who I want and need. No regrets, just pleasure. I slip on a teddy and brush my hair, anxiously awaiting his arrival. I light my candles in my bedroom and straighten up the room. I glance at the clock and realize I still have about 5 minutes until he will be here. I lie down on my couch and close my eyes. I think about the last time I saw him and how he cupped my breasts from behind. My hands mimic the phantom hands in my mind. He always used to move his hands slowly up my legs, prolonging the caress and building my pleasure. I can almost feel his hands sliding up my legs, caressing my inner thighs, and parting my legs. He kisses my inner thighs and I can feel his warm breath on my pussy, his hands underneath me, cupping my ass. My reverie is shattered by the noise of a car in my driveway. I tremble from the desire I feel, the need to have him in control just one more time. I open the door, my head bowed with reverence, and allow him inside. He smells divine, like sex and sin wrapped in one delightful package. He brushes past me and I shiver, and turn to follow him to my bedroom. He sits on my bed and I kneel in front of him, head bowed, my hands resting on my thighs. My submissive pose is misleading, for I may be kneeling, but inside I want to fling my body on top of his, kissing, rubbing, tasting every bit of open skin. My eyes are closed when he caresses my face. I lean into his hand and enjoy the feel of his touch. His hand moves into my hair and his touch ceases to be gentle. My eyes open as he uses my hair to pull my head back so that I'm looking into his eyes. "Naughty slave," he tells me with a smirk. "I can smell you, did you cum before I got here?" I shook my head in negation, my chest heaving. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" I shake my head again in negation. "I can smell how wet you are for me." He releases my hair and goes to my nightstand. Per previous play dates; he always wanted all of my toys available for him to see, to use on me. Looking down at the floor, I could hear him picking up toys, but couldn't see which ones he chose. He moves away from the toys and I can feel him behind me, my body wildly attuned to his scent, his body. He places a blindfold on my eyes and moves from behind me. I hear him sitting down on the bed and assume from the noise that he is undressing in front of me. I feel him lean down and cup one of my breasts. He pinches a nipple and I whimper, but my whimper turns into a gasp as I feel a clamp placed on that nipple. He repeats the action to my other breast, until I can feel the weighted nipple clamps tugging at my nipples, increasing my desire. I hear him sit down on the bed and can sense that he is right in front of me. Seconds pass by and I know from previous experiences that if I lean forward he may let me taste him or better yet take him deep within in my mouth. I decide to continue with my "carpe diem" attitude and lean forward. My lips touch one of his thighs. I kiss his skin gently and then gently lick. I use my hands to pull myself closer and to wrap my hands around his lower back. I lick and suck my way up his thighs, listening to the changes in his breathing. I gently lick and nibble at his balls while my left hand creeps up and lightly grasps his dick. Touching his hard dick makes me want to reacquaint myself in his taste. He knows that I receive pleasure by pleasing him and allows me to taste him to my heart's content. I lick the head and then swirl my tongue around the tip, reveling in hearing him moan above me. Moving my hands to his thighs, I open my mouth wide to take him deep into my mouth and please him fully. God, I've missed the way he tastes. The way he pulls my hair so gently and forcefully, creating the pleasure/pain line that I love, that I need. Lost in my own determination to make him cum, I am deliciously surprised when I feel my paddle smack me hard on my left ass check. I moan around his dick and continue to taste him, alternating between sucking and licking while he alternates smacking my ass cheeks with the paddle. Soon, we both are moaning, shuddering, both of us very close to climaxing. He abruptly stops spanking me, pulls me up off the floor, and tosses me onto the bed. As I protest the loss of his dick in my mouth, he shuts me up by thrusting his tongue into my mouth while thrusting his dick between my legs. My body quickly molds itself to his, wanting to feel him everywhere and anywhere. He kisses me breathless and senseless. Like a moth to the flame, I lose myself in the brightness of my submission to him. Maybe this is my destruction or rebirth, but I find that I could care less. I ache... I want... I need this moment. He ends the kiss and laughs when I whimper and reach for him. He pushes my arms above my head and nips my neck with his teeth. I arch into his kiss, his bite. He licks his way to my earlobe and bites gently. He begins to whisper all the naughty things he plans to do to me and laughs softly at my trembling body, violently aroused by his seductive words. His fingers part my wet folds and begin to rub my swollen clit. As I moan my pleasure, his tongue enters my mouth. Ruthlessly, he brings me to a fever pitch of desire, tasting my cries of passion in his mouth. Literally, he takes my breath away and I lose myself in the moment. Time becomes immeasurable; I had no idea if minutes or even hours had passed. He used his fingers, his dick, his tongue, his words, and his domination to turn me into a quivering mass of muscles, all rational thought gone. I pleaded, begged, cursed, screamed for him to just fuck me, but he ignored me and continued to make me cum. Breathing hard, I tried to swallow to soothe my parched throat. "Turn over," he commanded me and I weakly rolled over, resting my head on my pillow. "Did you miss me, my naughty slave girl?" he asked as he grabbed my hips and pulled them up and back against his hard dick. I bit my bottom lip instead of answering his question. He rubbed against my soaked pussy, causing us both to moan in pleasure. Lost in my need, I thrust my hips backwards to entice him into finally fucking me. He grabs my hips roughly, holding my hips still against him. "Don't you want your master to fuck you the way you want?" he demanded harshly. When I didn't't answer him quickly enough, he used one of his hands to grab hold of my hair and pull my head back. I hissed at the pain that turned quickly into pleasure for me. At that very moment, I became ruefully aware of my paradoxical feelings for him. I loved the way he made me feel as his submissive, yet hated him for his skillful mastery of my body. Submission is not a part of my personality in my daily activities and interactions, but when I am with him, I can't help but want to please him, to yield to his control. Of course, he knows this about me. The lion never betrays his intentions to his prey until it's much too late to flee. He releases my hair and relaxes his grip in my hair. I feel him lean over me and place a kiss on my back. I release a shaky breath, unsure of his intentions. He continues to kiss up my back, moving my hair out of the way as he reaches my neck. Above me, he stretches his arms over mine and intertwines his hands with mine. He nips my neck with his teeth, while rubbing his body against mine. He licks my earlobe, only to gently bite it with his teeth. Unnerved by the change in tactics, I try to move, but his hands tighten against mine and his body traps me underneath him. "Didn't you miss me?" he whispered in my ear. "I missed my slave girl. I thought about fucking you all day. Feeling how wet you get when I touch you." I shuddered with lust, his words much more dangerous than his touch or his domination. He releases his right hand from mine and moves his hand between my legs to touch my clit. I cover his hand with mine, not sure if I plan to help or hinder him in his attempts to pleasure me. He rubs my clit slowly, and resumes licking and biting my earlobe. My pleasure builds gently, for he is relentless in his touch and his kisses. When I try to guide his hand rubbing my clit, he stops until I move my hand again. Frustrated, I try to change positions, but his body keeps me pinned underneath him. "Derrick...please..." I beg. "What baby?" he responds. "Tell me what you want." He continues to rub my clit faster, bringing me closer to another climax. I know that if I want him to be inside me when I climax, I have to give him the words he wants. "I've missed my master," I gasped aloud. "Please fuck me hard, master." He continues to rub my clit, as if he didn't hear my admission to him. Easily, he causes me to climax, my body shaking and shuddering beneath him. During the last tremors, I feel him move his hands to my hips and pull me up. He enters me in one violent thrust, and I begin to sob from the pleasure. Tears run down my face, as he fucks me from behind, and I can hear the slap of his skin against mine. Our moans and groans fill the air as I thrust my hips backwards in rhythm, feeling an intense orgasm building in my body. He pounds my pussy harder and I convulse, my pussy contracting and then squirting all over his dick. In retaliation, he grips my hips harder and continues his punishing rhythm. Pleasure becomes agony as my body starts to climax again. Lost in the intensity of the moment, I hear screaming; not realizing the screaming was coming from me. Completely spent, I collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving and sweat dripping off by body. I feel him pull out from behind me. "Are you okay?" he asks me, kissing my shoulder. I swallow, trying to moisten my raw throat, unable to find my voice and composure. He kisses my neck and I turn over under him. I wrap my legs around him as well as my arms. Gently, he kisses me and I can feel him rubbing against me. Knowing he is very close to his own orgasm, I widen my legs to allow him to slide inside of me. He lifts his head. "Are you sure?" I pull his head back down and kiss him. He returns my kiss and grabs my hips as he enters me. We both moan at him gliding easily through my wetness. As he gently thrusts inside me, I can feel the tingles of another orgasm building. "Master," I gasp. "Fuck me hard. Come inside me." "Are you sure?" he asks. Annoyed, I bite his shoulder and dig my nails into his back. He hisses, but begins to fuck me harder. His fingers grip my hips hard and he begins to fuck me harder, pushing my legs above my head. "You want to make your master cum?" he rasps above me. "Yes, cum for me baby. Make us both cum." I pleaded. He fucked me harder and I felt my orgasm hit me suddenly and my muscles clamped down on his cock. "Fuck, I'm cumming" he shouted and pounded me hard for several strokes. He collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and exhausted. I close my eyes. My bedroom reeks of sex. He gets up to go to the bathroom and I turn over on my side. I know the morning will bring to light all the thoughts I refuse to entertain now. He turns off the light and climbs back into bed with me. I turn on my side to look at him, the alpha, my master. I know all the romance novels would state that I could see myself reflected in his eyes, the promises of tomorrow, that I would be the one to tame my master and find a happy ending. I don't see any of that reflected-just lust. He wants me, just as much as I want him. It has no boundaries, no time constraints. It doesn't matter if it's 5 am in the morning or 11 pm at night, we want, we take, we fuck. It's as simple as that. He strokes my hair as if in tune with my thoughts. I know very soon, I'll bend my head and bite his nipples, while he moans his pleasure. I'll kiss my way down his chest and take him into my mouth until he holds my head tight and fucks my mouth hard and I deep throat him, both of us enjoying the moment. I also know he will be gone soon and I'll be left here wanting, aching. I have never felt this way before with anyone else. I've had threesome, foursomes, and even orgies; however, it's nothing compared to his gaze and his touch when he advances towards me to demand my submission. Without a doubt, he is the master of my body and mind. He is my addiction and I'm pretty sure this is one habit I'll never be able to quit. He interrupts my musings to run a hand up my leg and part my thighs. As he touches my clit, his lips swallow my gasp of pleasure as he kisses me. He never fails to surprise me, to do the unexpected. He bites my lip and ends the kiss. "You love being my submissive, don't you?" he asks with a chuckle. I don't answer, but instead arch into his fingers. My hunger is never ending for him. I lust, I want, I need, I ache... I submit. Again. In the back country of Canada, there once was a man who's job was to ride a Caterpillar. He was so good that he became know far and wide as a Master. One day, he was out riding his Cat and spied a cunt, with her head jutting out between a bush and a hard place. He asked the Cat, "Did you see that cunt over there in the bush?" Of course, Cats don't talk - so Master dismounted and went to investigate. The bush was thickly tangled - dense with under and overgrowth. He called out: "Oh cunt, I say, come forth that I might go afucking!" He listened intently, heard her thirsting but the confounded cunt wouldn't appear. This meant Master must muster much muscle and break through the thick under and overgrowth. He whipped a chainsaw outta his back pocket and in a couple of seconds, stood in a secluded clearing. He'd been there before - in another fairytale. "Aren't those the bushes with dildo squash?" he muttered to himself.... Feeling as though he was being watched, Master did a 360 and SAW HER... over there - tall, brunette with huge tits and hard, erect nipples. She was cream colored, extra padded and she wore a studded sky blue collar that said: LOOKING FOR MASTER. "Oh well shit," he said to himself, "my name is in fact Master...." He started to step forward but stopped, because it wasn't right for him to do. Using his noggin, he decided to make the cunt obey. "Cunt, I am Master... COME!" he pointed sharply to the ground at his feet. She looked at him with brown doe eyes, but didn't budge. He could see she was a horny cunt, for sparkling rivulets of excitement oozed down her inner thighs. Oh GOD, he must have her but how will he get her to come to him? If he lunges forward, she'll surely run. "Cunt, I am Master! Does this not mean anything to you?" He whipped out his wallet and shuffled through it until he found a well used credit card. He held the card at arms length so she could clearly see the title: MASTERCARD. Can she read, he wondered. Her head craned forward and a toe inched out. YES! She sees I *AM* Master!, he thought."That's it, come to me my pretty slut..." he cooed. Cunt moved forward, then made a b-line left toward a dildo bush - snapping off the largest, longest squash she could reach. Oh, this just about did Master in... he knew he was in for a show now. He quickly peeled his clothes off, excitement lapping at his arteries as he fell against a tree to watch. The cunt scooped up some sparkling oozement from her inner lift thigh and buttered the dildo proper. She spread her legs wide, then held the dildo out toward Master and said, "Fuck me, please?" ### After Master came to, he gently took the dildo squash from the cunt and told her to kneel before him. What he needed here was a *cunt breaking-in ceremony* Lord, she looked cute there, her hands on either side of those massive tits, holding them toward him as she gazed up into his blue eyes. He needed to be careful; cunt breaking-in is serious work, and he must be pensive about it. By this time, his cock was fully erect. The cunt was gazing at it, spittle bubbles playing at the corners of her lips. She wanted him - that was evident BUT, he must teach her obedience first. "Cunt, come with me..." He led her by the hand toward a wide stump 20 meters ahead. The Stump was the exact size of a queen-sized bed and covered in green moss and surrounded by furry hornworts. Master sat on the stump and told the cunt to lay face down across his lap. She got a curious look, but smiled broadly for Master and did as she was told. Pushing his fat, bouncing cock against his belly with her soft hip, cunt laid her lush largeness across Master's lap and he began rubbing her back and saying, "Listen here, we're about to have a breaking-in ceremony for you. Do you understand?" The cunt shook her butt as if she knew what this thing must be about. "I promise you it will hurt, but not too bad and when I'm finished, I will be your Master - you understand?" She looked up at him and blinked twice. The first slap caused a large squeal to come to the top of cunt's throat... it fell out and splat onto the grass. Master was so pleased, he slapped her again. A tiny "eek" spilled out, but cunt was a trooper, jutting her ass up proudly for Master. In between slaps, Master briskly rubbed her rosy cheeks, admiring the heat that roll off her like morning dew evaporating in the sun. By this time, cunt had his calf in a death grip between her hands. Though her nails were short, he still wondered if she might bite him. "Don't you dare put your teeth to my calf, you slutty bitch, you!" A dribble of cunt juice oozed out and rolled HOT across Master's thigh. Fuck! that was erotic, he thought, and decided to stick a finger in her pussy. Hell she was so wet! "You've been a bad cunt! I didn't tell you to cum for me yet... I will need to punish you HARD now." Cunt squealed. Master could feel her smile against his calf and it made him smile too. He was having his first Master's Moment, and fuck - it was fun! Anticipation trembled through cunt's ass. He let her stew in her juices a bit, then touched her with the mere tip of an index finger. That may have been pee that squirted out, but it was hard to know with all the juicy cunt tricklings flooding his lap. The dildo squash laid to his left. He picked it up and rubbed it up and down her hot pussy. Mmmm, this cunt was so sexy, pushing backward, trying to get herself fucked. But he had to be in control. He made her get off his lap and situate herself between his thighs. Her face was quite flushed, her hair damp and disheveled. She looked longingly at him; the picture of perfect submission and trust. Master almost caved here - but didn't. "Cunt, I see you have potential but you MUST learn to let me lead. I will bring you into submission right now, if that's what you really want?" She cast her brown eyes to the ground, then back on him, slowly nodding yes. "I won't fuck you today. That's what you want and you're NOT getting it." She looked as if she would cry and let her eyes fall to Master's chest. "Look at me." He shoved a finger under her chin, ticking her face toward him, "You will serve me today and prove your worthiness." Master crawled into the center of the stump, spread his legs and commanded cunt to get between his thighs. "Suck your tits for me," he said forcefully. Cunt had never had anyone talk to her like this. The tone of his voice changed, and she wondered if she should be frightened. She was a cunt though - through and through. She lifted her massive tits high, flicking her tongue against the right and then the left nipple. They hardened and made her pussy flinch. "Put one of your tits down and stick your fingers in your pussy." She longed for him to do this for her, but she didn't ask - she did as she was told. Master looked pleased, that's all that mattered.... "Fuck yourself, slut!" Cunt shoved her fingers deep into her pussy, faster and faster... "Don't you cum, you horny slut - not till I tell you!" Slowing a bit, cunt breathed deeply, trying to do as he commanded. The look in Master's eyes was gentle sternness. She longed for this and felt she might just fall in love with him. She wanted to please him so much.... "Put you tit down and suck my cock. I want you to lick my balls too." Cunt did as she was told. Scrunching onto her belly, she gawked at his fat cock and massive balls. Mm, he smelled so good - kinda musky. She looked up and saw Master with his arm behind his head, watching her every move. Her tummy bottomed out and she felt embarrassed. He reached out and guided her head toward his cock... "Lick it - lick it up and down... mmmmm that's my good cunt!" She grabbed the base of his wild cock, trying to stabilize it, frantically sucking and licking in time to her own heartbeat. The Master was so excited. He took her head up in fistfuls of hair and crammed his cock deep into her throat. Cunt gagged, but was determined to do as he wished. She got to her knees for better leverage. Wetting a finger with her own juices, she worked it into Master's asshole. He moaned, thrusting his hips harder into her hot, slick mouth. "EAT IT, cunt - eat my cum, little one..." then he shot hot, thick globs of cum deep into her mouth. The liquid pelted her throat, nearly choking her. Cunt could feel the pulsing as his cock grew rock hard shooting it's creamy load. She took some of the salty goodness onto her fingers and spread it around on her tits! Master's legs slide down slowly. " Come up here beside me, I want to talk to you." He patted the soft, cool moss. Cunt scrunched onto her side - laying her head on his outstretched arm so they faced one another. "You've pleased me very much," he said, his voice heavy with pride. "You're MY cunt now, and I'm your Master. You've proved your willingness to follow my command. I'll love you cunt, and treat you as my own." He reached over and kissed her on the lips, moving the damp hair from her moist forehead to the side, tucking it behind her ear. She had tears in her eyes, and he realised she'd found what she was looking for too. Master removed the collar from her neck and threw it deep into the bush. "I'll buy you a new collar, one that says: OWNED by Master M!" "Thank you Master!" cunt cried, as she threw her arms about his neck and hugged him so hard. "I want to be yours forever-always," she squealed! Her wet tits felt great against his chest. Little gasps of anticipation slipped from her lips as she began feeling behind her, then looking over Master's shoulder. He chuckled, thinking how sexy-flushed his subbie looked. "What's wrong little one?" he asked. "Ummm, since you're NOT gonna fuck me, I was wondering Master M, whatever happened to that big dildo squash?" Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! THE END |
* * * * * _Copyright Oggbashan November 2006_ The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. * * * * * The following are fifty-word essays with random thoughts on a Christmas theme. The title isn't counted. 1\. Peace at Christmas At Christmas we speak of peace on earth, goodwill to men. There is normally more goodwill than at other times of the year for our friends, our neighbours and those we meet in the street. Why can't we express goodwill all year round? Is it completely impossible – or just difficult? 2\. Loneliness Christmas is mainly for families and friends. For those without either it can be the cruellest time of year, reminding them of what they have lost, or never had. It is a peak time for reactive depression and suicide attempts. Spare a thought for those who are alone this Christmas. 3\. No room There was no room at the inn for Joseph and Mary. They were offered and accepted the stable. Can you imagine that today? If the hotel were full, would they offer you any space or send you out into the night? We lose sight of compassion in the modern world. 4\. Shepherds The shepherds were afraid of the angels and the heavenly host. Why not? Would'nt you be afraid if they were revealed to you – now? They believed the message and went to worship the heavenly child. Could you have such certain faith? Would you believe even if the heavenly host appeared? 5\. Wise Men The wise men came from the East. That East was our war-ravaged and divided Middle East. Can you imagine that there are any wise men in today's Middle East? There are, but their wisdom is hidden behind messages of hatred and intolerance. We need to listen when wise men speak. 6\. Children It is said that Christmas is for children. If so, we are missing an opportunity to share the Christmas message with adults who may well need the message more. Christmas should be for all, not just for Christians. Christianity's duty is to give the Christmas message to the whole world. 7\. St Nicholas Santa Claus is derived from St Nicholas who is said to have provided dowries for poor girls who could not be married without one. Now he brings the ultimate collection of consumer goods for children and adults, a bonanza for retailers – and debt. I don't think St Nicholas would approve. 8\. Christian Export The one Christian custom that has spread almost all over the world is that of celebrating Christmas. Yet what has been transferred to other faiths and beliefs? The giving of expensive presents and the commercial exploitation of Christmas as a time to spend, spend, spend. Is that the Christmas message? 9\. Christmas 1914 For a few brief hours on Christmas Day 1914 soldiers in opposing trenches on the Western Front sung carols to each other, met in No Man's Land, exchanged presents and met as friends. The authorities hushed it up. They couldn't afford to admit that the troops' enemies were decent men. 10\. Massacre of the Innocents Herod was afraid that the infant Jesus would take the throne so he ordered the killing of all young children. Herod's fear was unjustified. The children were just as dead. Unreasonable fear kills people today. Iraqi kills Iraqi. The people of Sudan kill each other. When will we ever learn? 11\. Hope Each Christmas brings hope that humanity will learn from its mistakes. Each Christmas season of joy is followed by realisation that man's inhumanity to man still continues. When will the Christmas message begin to change the world? When every man and woman thinks that peace on earth is really possible. 12\. Labour of Love Making a family Christmas special is hard work that needs planning and effort. The Christmas feast, even with modern labour-saving appliances, is still hours of work. Choosing, buying, wrapping and giving presents takes time. When we were young, we did not understand the strain of Christmas. Every minute expresses love. 13\. Good Samaritan The Good Samaritan of Jesus' time was from a hated enemy nation. Who would be the equivalent today? A Palestinian Arab helping an Israeli? A Sunni Iraqi helping a Shia? A Janjaweed helping peace in Darfur? Helping another, even those from a hated group, is not just a Christian ideal. 14\. Meaning Christmas has no meaning unless it is about the birth of Jesus Christ. If Christ is not part of the festival, why call it Christmas? Giving and receiving presents may be enjoyable but the celebration of Christ's birth should be at the centre of the event. Christmas needs Jesus Christ. 15\. Three gifts The Wise Men brought Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. Each gift had meaning for the life of Jesus Christ. The Wise Men knew that his life would end on The Cross. While we celebrate the joy of Christmas, the larger message of salvation dearly bought at Easter is not far away. **DISCLAIMER:** _First of all, let me start by stating the obvious; I am not a psychologist, nor a sexuality researcher. I am just a woman who has had various experiences in my life and choose to share them with my readers. So this being said, the reader should take any information provided in these pages as being anecdotal to my experiences and not an exhaustive study in human psychology._ It may have come to your attention that I am a woman, and that I write from the perspective of a woman. This perspective of mine comes with its own biases, tastes, preferences and desires. It is these biases, tastes and such that make me unique from all other women, that and the experiences I have enjoyed throughout the years. Therefore, please accept this manuscript in the spirit it was given. Please also keep in mind that what I write here are merely my opinions on the subject at hand. And without further ado, here we go. Before I begin in earnest, let's get some definitions out of the way. For the purposes of this paper I will use the Urban Dictionary except in my definition of a man, that I will define in my own terms. **BULL:** _A sexually dominant male who, for fun or financial gain, cuckolds and humiliates husbands while servicing their wives. This type of male can also be called an 'Alpha' male._ **SUBMISSIVE:** _Characterizes the acceptable play within the SM community: players adhere to safety precautions within their activities, do not participate in practices that will injure their partners (mentally or physically), and obtain consent by negotiating scenes and scene related activities before carrying them out._ **Man:** _The typical male personae in the bedroom, being neither submissive nor dominant, but under certain circumstances can be either submissive or dominant. Characterized by their desire to please and to be pleased._ When it comes to bulls, submissives and the average male women differ in their response to them. Each has their strong attractiveness to women, and also there detraction's. For example, some women love it when a man takes control over the sexual encounter but hate it when they try to take control of other aspects of their lives, like the finances, or the TV. Conversely, a woman may love a man to be submissive in bed, but hate it if it continues outside the bedroom. For me, I prefer the average, everyday kind of male. One who can be dominant or submissive, both in the bedroom and outside the bedroom, a man who can adapt to the situation at hand and seeks out his own desires under the circumstances. A very close friend of mine who is also in the cuckold lifestyle has a strong sexual desire for the Alpha male in the bedroom. She wants to be man-handled, put on her knees so-to-speak, and dominated by her bull. Conversely, she wants her husband to be docile and submissive during the encounter. She tells me that the juxtaposition between the two gives her a sexual thrill unmatched and that her orgasms equal the thrill. Good for her, I do not judge. But for me, such would be a turn off. And isn't this the point? Each woman is different, wonderfully so, in her desires and the things that excite and turn her on. A common misconception of the differences between Bulls and submissives is in cock size. The size of a man's cock has little to do with their 'position' as Bull or submissive. A Bull can have a small dick and the submissive a large cock. The relative difference here is in the state of being. A man who is submissive in their relationship is submissive in their minds, it is in their nature, and thus the size of their dick is irrelevant. Same is true of the Bull, he is dominant because it is in his nature to be dominant, the size of his dick is superfluous to his nature. The size of a man's dick is also largely irrelevant to the discussion of cuckolding. The cuckold could have a small, average or large cock and the lover the same. My tastes lean to the large cock when choosing a lover, but you shouldn't take that as being anything more than my personal taste. Just like my friend whose tastes lie with having a Bull as a lover, her preference is not necessarily commonplace. While the porn industry almost exclusively caters to the Dom/sub genre when it comes to the cuckold lifestyle, this isn't the only way the lifestyle is lived out, not by a long shot. For many women, the whole idea of a Bull is intoxicating. Think about it from her perspective, here is this lovely, exciting and desirable woman, married to a man who may be submissive or an average male, and she is being 'taken' by a man who is not her husband. The Bull 'takes' her according to his own whims and desires and the wife is allowing herself to be 'taken.' Such can be very erotic to both the wife and the husband. Can you see the enticement? But don't make the mistake in thinking that if there is a Bull then there must also be a submissive, this is not true. There will be a problem if the lover is a Bull and so is the husband. This is true in the animal kingdom as well, there can be only one Bull in a relationship like this, but while the lover is the Bull that does not force the husband into being a submissive. This can be a problem, especially so when you consider the expectations of the Bull. Many Bulls have an expectancy that the husband will be submissive. It is my opinion that this expectation comes from the porn industry. A Bull will watch porn like any man, and attempt to extrapolate what he sees and think that this is what is expected of him in a cuckolding relationship. An excellent way to handle something like this is through discussing with the Bull what the couple is looking for in the relationship, and if the Bull agrees then everybody involved can have a wonderful time. The same is true in reverse, if you have a husband that is submissive in the bedroom, this does not necessarily mean that the lover must be a Bull. The lover could easily be just an average male, enjoying sexual relations with another man's wife. Since I have little experience dealing with the psychology of a submissive man, I will let others handle the subject. But suffice it to say having two submissive males, the lover and the husband, seems to me to be a bit of problem, unless it is the wife that enjoys taking on the role of the Alpha male. I suppose I can see the interest in that ( _evil grin_ ). While I gave the subject of the submissive male short shrift, please allow me a little more room to talk about those situations that I am much more familiar with, that of two men of average demeanor, one husband and one lover. For me, being man-handled isn't very enticing, so a Bull is not for me. However, there are times that I enjoy being submissive to my lover or husband. I suppose I am like most women in this regard, sometimes I am in the mood to be submissive and sometimes I am in the mood to take control. But most of the time I just want to have fun in the bedroom, frolic around and mess up the sheets. Sometimes I want my hair pulled, other times to have my toes or fingers sucked on. Most of the time I just want to have an orgasm and am perfectly satisfied with that. If my husband or lover seems to be being more aggressive than usual I will go with the flow and see what fun might arise from the encounter. This is the beauty of the average male, he can be all three, in the same night and in the same encounter. Dominant, submissive, pleasing and being pleased, all within 30 minutes of steamy, sweaty pleasure. Fun! Where I seem to differ a bit from my sisters in the cuckold lifestyle is in my need to have my lover's cock being larger than my husbands. This is something that my husband and I discussed at length before we delved too deep into the lifestyle. It is also something that my husband insisted on. For him, he gets jazzed with the whole mental aspect of his wife being with a man who has a bigger cock. And if you were to listen to him, he would tell you that there is nothing more stimulating for him than to watch his wife getting plowed by a big cock. He would also tell you that it was important to him that my lover have a big cock, and I must admit that I prefer it that way as well. Now for some there are other considerations as well. For me personally, I need my lover to be a gentleman, intelligent, and most of all not wanting any attachments. Problems arise when your lover starts to have feelings for you that are unwelcome. Another preference of mine is for black males. While this is off-putting for some, I really enjoy the contrast. My pale whiteness to his ebony, very sexy to me. Especially so when I look down my body to my open legs and can see his big, black cock thrusting in and out of me. And this brings me to another subject, black men and big cocks. Most black men have average sized cocks, six inches or so. They are no different in this regard than to any other man. The stereotype of the hung black male is damaging to the millions of black men who have average, or below average sized dicks. How would you like to be an average black man and then start a relationship with a new woman and have to deal with that stereotype? Does this woman expect a big cock from me? Will she be disappointed? Will she make fun of me? No, I know I wouldn't want to deal with that at all. Same would be true of any man with a small dick I would suppose. Many men have a tendency to associate the size of his dick with his masculinity, and this is unfortunate. I have said this before but I think it bears repeating, if a man can get a woman off with his finger, then the size of his dick is largely irrelevant. That said, yes, I do have a preference for big cocks, much like many men have a preference for big tits. But that is all it is, a preference. So what does all this mean? For the ladies who are reading this you must decide which style of man appeals to you when it comes to cuckolding your husband. Do you want a 'take-charge' kind of guy, one who will make you submit to his whims, or would you be more turned on by a man who is masculine, yet not aggressive? Heck, you may even prefer to have two submissives, which might be interesting in its own way. For me, I want just your average, every-day kind of guy. One who is passionate, patient, a man who cares about my pleasure as much as he wants to be pleasured. I don't want a man who feels it is his duty to emasculate my husband, nor put me in my place. To the men who may be reading this and want their wives to cuckold them, this is what I would have to say. Picking a man for your wife will most assuredly end in disaster. What if he is not attractive to her? What if the man you chose has a style (Bull, submissive, man) which doesn't suit her tastes? What if she prefers men of average dick size and you find her the biggest cock in the state? It will destroy the experience. If your wife has agreed to the concept of cuckolding, then listen very carefully to what she wants, it most likely will be different from what you would choose. Don't be upset at this, after all, she is the one who will be getting fucked, not you. As I wrap this up please allow me a moment to tell you what to expect from me in the future. Since I have written a few things, and received many comments from readers, something has come to my notice. While there are plenty of negative comments about the subject of my musings from people who readily post with their Literotica username, most of the most abusive ones come from anonymous posters. Therefore, I will now longer allow comments on my work from those unwilling to at least give their username. If you expect me to be honest about who I am, should I not also expect the same from my readers? Also, as I have gotten many emails and posts from men asking me about how to approach their wives with the subject of cuckolding I would like to say that my next posting will deal with that subject, hopefully with enough depth to please the most desperate of men. Until next time... Awhile back my hubby and I went to an adult theater in Wichita Ks. We decided to do something a little different this time. So I put on a very short skirt that showed almost an inch of the bottom of my ass cheeks without bending over at all, (no panties of course) a very shear top that makes my nipples very visible, and 4" high heel sandals. We agreed to walk in separately making it appear I was alone. Therefore, he entered first and I waited about 10 min. or so before I strolled in. The adult theater had a bookstore in the front, and theater in the back of the store. There were about 10 people in the bookstore, so I walked around checking out the videos and DVDS, bending over now and then exposing most of my ass. I had the attention of everyone including the guy behind the counter. I went to the toy section checking out the dildos and vibrators, and picked out a nice thick one. I ask the guy working there (in a loud enough tone so most everyone in the store heard me) If I could take my toy into the theater and use it as I watched the movie. He smiled and said "sure no problem," he put new batteries in the dildo and I went into the theater. My husband was already seated, so I sat 3 rows in front of him so he could watch. There were about a dozen people in there, 2 couples and the rest men. Soon 4 more guys that watched and heard me buying my toy showed up, one sat in front of me, one in back and left of me, the other 2 sat in my row on each side, 1 guy was 1 seat to my left, the other 2 seats away on the right, (I felt surrounded, very wet and excited). It's dark in there, the only light is from the movie screen, the 2 guys in my row was watching me, (both of them were stroking their cocks), and the guy in front kept turning around and smiling. Acting as if I didn't realize I was being observed I started watching the movie. After about 5 min. or so, I took my new toy out of the sack and turned it on. It buzzed pretty loud in the theater. I undid three buttons on my top put my hand in and squeezed and pulled my nipples licked my fingers and repeated it again, I had attention now. I put my right foot on the seat in front of me, and started rubbing the dildo on my pussy. The guy in front turned around and watched, the 2 guys in my row got up and sat right next to me; the one behind me got closer and peeked his head over the seat. I didn't look at anyone, and slowly started fucking my dildo. I was soaked by this time; you could hear the buzz of the toy and the wet sound as the dildo slid in and out of me (3 rows back, my hubby said it sounded like a dog drinking water). The guy on my right didn't say a word as he pulled out one of my breast and preceded to fondle it wildly pulling and pinching my nipple, I came instantly. Then one by one they all started touching me. The guy in front was rubbing my leg that was on the back of his seat, the guy in the back reached up and took out my other breast, so I undid the rest of the buttons and opened it wide. I started fucking my toy faster having multiple orgasms one after the other. My new toy found my g-spot, and I started ejaculating so much, I was getting the guy in front of me wet. I'm a gusher and once I start squirting, I can't make it stop. I was sitting in a puddle and you could hear it running on the floor. The guys on each side of me shot their loads, I felt cum hit my exposed thigh and run down my leg as the guy moaned low. Then I got up, buttoned my top, pulled down my soaked skirt and walked out. As I walked through the bookstore the guy at the counter, ask if my toy worked...I smiled and pointed at my dripping skirt. My hubby followed me out in the parking area pulled my skirt off and fucked me across the hood of a car. When he was finished with me I noticed we were being watched by a couple sitting in a SUV only three parking spaces away. What a super turn on!! |
A real conversation between two cyber lovers who have never met. Joe (10/28/2009 7:49:35 AM): what did u decide to wear under your work clothes for me amy (10/28/2009 8:15:15 AM): The blue lace panties that I sent a picture of to you once.....just a cami..no bra joe (10/28/2009 8:24:36 AM): i like that. what clothes are u wearing? amy (10/28/2009 8:30:36 AM): I was running late this morning so I have a pair of black pants and a flowy shirt....again, no bra..lol joe (10/28/2009 8:32:38 AM): are u glad to have the house to yourself again amy(10/28/2009 8:35:20 AM): Isn't that awful? amy (10/28/2009 8:36:33 AM): and I still haven't had an orgasm...lol joe (10/28/2009 8:46:31 AM): i bet u cant get home fast enoungh Did u fuck last night? amy (10/28/2009 8:49:45 AM): Yes, we did amy (10/28/2009 8:54:43 AM): Did you do anything exciting last night? joe (10/28/2009 8:57:49 AM): just came onnce looking at the pics u took for me yesterday amy (10/28/2009 8:59:48 AM): We took pics last night... joe (10/28/2009 9:02:40 AM): whose idea was that...im guessing yours lol amy (10/28/2009 9:05:49 AM): Actually it was his...in the past, I wouldn't let him......didn't feel sexy enough...I think you have created a monster....lol joe (10/28/2009 9:08:20 AM): im hoping you want to share these pics with me since i helped make them possible amy (10/28/2009 9:08:54 AM): Absolutely...I think you will like them. amy (10/28/2009 9:09:56 AM): Does that excite you that we took pictures? joe (10/28/2009 9:10:59 AM): very much so. when can u forward them? amy (10/28/2009 9:11:36 AM): not until tonight...they are on my camera and I don't want to risk putting them on my computer at work joe (10/28/2009 9:13:21 AM): i dont blame you. what did u take pics of amy (10/28/2009 9:14:32 AM): Pussy shots...different angle than I could get by myself.....me sucking him...him doing me doggie...... joe (10/28/2009 9:15:23 AM): all that and u still didnt cum amy (10/28/2009 9:15:43 AM): Taking pics was distracting....I was trying to think of good angles...lol joe (10/28/2009 9:18:43 AM): i cant wait to see what your freshly fucked pussy looks like and then compare that to what it looks like after my cock gets done with it amy (10/28/2009 9:19:39 AM): ooooo - that sounds very interesting joe (10/28/2009 9:23:59 AM): how many did u take Amy (10/28/2009 9:24:53 AM): Probably 20 or so joe (10/28/2009 9:28:29 AM): when u had him take them...you knew u wanted him to take them for me didnt u? its ok to admit that may be the case amy (10/28/2009 9:29:21 AM): I admit nothing....lol amy (10/28/2009 9:30:06 AM): I think he thinks I've lost my mind....lol amy (10/28/2009 9:31:04 AM): He's enjoying the new me...so it's probably best he not ask too many questions. joe (10/28/2009 9:33:22 AM): how about you, are u enjoying your new self? amy (10/28/2009 9:36:32 AM): It's been a long time since I felt sexy...it makes me want to do everything I can to be even more sexy, if that makes any sense. joe (10/28/2009 9:39:49 AM): it does make sense. you have repressed a very high sex drive for a long time and i want to help you unleash it joe (10/28/2009 9:48:38 AM): i dont think u ever told me..w was the sex with the guy u had an affair with amy (10/28/2009 9:49:42 AM): The sex was awesome! I still crave it... amy (10/28/2009 9:50:47 AM): It was new and exciting and secret.... joe (10/28/2009 9:52:30 AM): did he have a bigger cock than hubby? amy (10/28/2009 9:52:38 AM): OH YEAH! LOL amy (10/28/2009 9:52:55 AM): Poor hubby...he's about 4" erect.....1.5" soft joe (10/28/2009 9:57:19 AM): could u take his whole cock in your mouth amy (10/28/2009 9:57:37 AM): The biggest difference was the foreplay...we literally fucked for hours....we would go a while...then lay and kiss and touch.... amy (10/28/2009 9:58:00 AM): then go again for a while...then lay and kiss and touch...by the time we both came...it felt incredible amy (10/28/2009 9:58:38 AM): I think I got pretty close... joe (10/28/2009 10:01:01 AM): how much of it could u handle amy (10/28/2009 10:02:06 AM): I'f I remember, most of it....I don't have much of a gag reflex so I can go pretty deep......and I have a long tongue...that helps.. joe (10/28/2009 10:02:50 AM): that long tongue will help with my ass im guessing amy (10/28/2009 10:03:07 AM): oooo - yes, I think it just might amy (10/28/2009 10:04:52 AM): Have you had someone do that to you before? joe (10/28/2009 10:06:37 AM): yes she was timid at first but i gently pushed her face closer and she went to town. think u can get after it like that? amy (10/28/2009 10:07:34 AM): Probably...did she use anything as a barrier or just tongue in ass? joe (10/28/2009 10:10:04 AM): no barrier. damn it was unreal amy (10/28/2009 10:10:27 AM): I bet it was... joe (10/28/2009 10:11:22 AM): my cock went from hard to forming a perfect arc as i laid on my back amy (10/28/2009 10:11:57 AM): wow - I want to see that.. joe (10/28/2009 10:18:36 AM): did the affair guy fuck your ass? amy (10/28/2009 10:20:10 AM): no - he wasn't really into that...besides, I was scared of him being too big.....hubby is the only that has done that to me joe (10/28/2009 10:22:14 AM): im into that but 2X hubby..what will we do? amy (10/28/2009 10:28:53 AM): lots of lube...lol joe (10/28/2009 10:30:00 AM): so u are willing? did u take hubby into your ass last night? amy (10/28/2009 10:31:00 AM): We don't do anal very often...I have one position that works best, your size scares me a little...LOL joe (10/28/2009 10:32:31 AM): what position is that amy (10/28/2009 10:33:15 AM): me laying on my side....him behind me, kind of spooning me... joe (10/28/2009 10:36:31 AM): i think doggie will work best for us. but u should know that sometimes i get going and rise up from my knees to my feet without pulling out and then keep going while squatting joe (10/28/2009 10:43:23 AM): thoughts? joe (10/28/2009 10:59:37 AM): maybe u left amy (10/28/2009 11:20:17 AM): had a client come in unexpectedly... amy (10/28/2009 11:24:00 AM): I am trying to picture you being on your knees and the switching to a squatting position....all without pulling out... joe (10/28/2009 11:28:51 AM): im heading into a meeting but would love to come out in an hour or so and find pics of you panties and pussy in my email would u? amy (10/28/2009 11:29:11 AM): I will see what I can do... joe (10/28/2009 11:31:15 AM): the bathrrom awaits talk soon joe (10/28/2009 11:31:23 AM): lol - ok talk soon joe (10/28/2009 12:27:58 PM): lol i was just presenting to a group and lost focus cause i started wondering if u were taking pics for me joe (10/28/2009 12:28:45 PM): im sure i looked very smart amy (10/28/2009 12:29:13 PM): lol - I wish I could have seen you... amy (10/28/2009 12:29:28 PM): Did you check your email yet? joe (10/28/2009 12:30:14 PM): i started thinking about your panties clinging to your pussy joe (10/28/2009 12:30:38 PM): will do so now joe (10/28/2009 12:33:45 PM): ahhhhh i still can view on my phone i am scrambling to a desktop now but may take 30 min for me to get back. what were u able to do? amy (10/28/2009 12:34:05 PM): Just a couple... amy (10/28/2009 12:34:17 PM): one pussy shot for ya joe (10/28/2009 12:35:13 PM): u wet again? amy (10/28/2009 12:35:29 PM): you mean still?? joe (10/28/2009 12:36:28 PM): how long is hubby gone amy (10/28/2009 12:38:04 PM): not sure yet...his load has been delayed....will know more tonight. If he goes to El Paso, he will be gone until next Wednesday. joe (10/28/2009 12:40:54 PM): my load is ready now amy (10/28/2009 12:41:01 PM): lol joe (10/28/2009 12:43:18 PM): how many days in a row do u think u stay horny amy. (10/28/2009 12:45:55 PM): I'm not sure...I know that, like you, I can take care of myself and then it's almost like I'm ready to go again. Today I'm about climing the walls. amy (10/28/2009 12:46:54 PM): climbing the walls.. horniness has affected my spelling abilities joe (10/28/2009 12:47:44 PM): more than othrs this week? amy (10/28/2009 12:48:47 PM): Yep, I think so... joe (10/28/2009 12:49:46 PM): want to do something hot for me? amy (10/28/2009 12:49:54 PM): sure joe (10/28/2009 12:53:51 PM): go to the bathroom stall slip off your pants and panties sink your fingers deep inside your pussy for a few seconds and then put your pants back on with no panties. Then send me a pic of your sexy panties in your desk drawer amy (10/28/2009 12:55:12 PM): ok - brb joe (10/28/2009 12:59:32 PM): mmmmm amy (10/28/2009 1:04:10 PM): Should be there... joe (10/28/2009 1:05:44 PM): feel good to get out of your panties amy (10/28/2009 1:05:51 PM): um hmm joe (10/28/2009 1:08:42 PM): we have an office that people that work from home will use when they are here joe (10/28/2009 1:09:02 PM): that is where i am now so i can chat..and open email amy (10/28/2009 1:09:10 PM): ah i see joe (10/28/2009 1:10:07 PM): checking email now joe (10/28/2009 1:13:01 PM): ive never been this turned on joe (10/28/2009 1:13:03 PM): wow amy (10/28/2009 1:13:24 PM): I am loving this... joe (10/28/2009 1:13:34 PM): so am i joe (10/28/2009 1:14:00 PM): do u feel like the blood is rushing out of your head and into your pussy amy (10/28/2009 1:14:58 PM): It must be....because my pussy feels totally alive and my brain doesn't question a thing you ask me to do....ha ha joe (10/28/2009 1:15:28 PM): i wouldnt ask u to do anything that could harm u amy (10/28/2009 1:15:55 PM): Oh I know that....it's been exciting....not dangerous..I can tell. joe (10/28/2009 1:16:24 PM): what is that blue thing in your drawer? deoderant? amy (10/28/2009 1:17:46 PM): envelope adhesive...I never thought to check my drawer to make sure there wasn't anything too weird in there...lol joe (10/28/2009 1:18:58 PM): last request till we play tonight....send me a pic with that adhesive bottle stuffed in your gorgeous cunt...damn my cock is twitching again joe (10/28/2009 1:19:43 PM): but spread your lips with your fingers so i can see it clearly amy (10/28/2009 1:19:56 PM): brb joe (10/28/2009 1:20:02 PM): mmmm amy (10/28/2009 1:26:17 PM): It's on it's way.....do you know how hard it is to sneak a bottle of env adhesive and a cell phone past people, joe (10/28/2009 1:26:29 PM): lol amy (10/28/2009 1:26:38 PM): into the bathroom with no pockets, no underwear, and no bra to hide them??? joe (10/28/2009 1:26:43 PM): i love it joe (10/28/2009 1:27:06 PM): anyone notice? amy (10/28/2009 1:27:42 PM): nah...I got lucky....plus I have to answer phones right now...another little element...luckily it didn't ring... joe (10/28/2009 1:28:00 PM): lol joe (10/28/2009 1:28:46 PM): how did it feel? joe (10/28/2009 1:28:55 PM): i couldnt tell the size from the pic amy (10/28/2009 1:30:18 PM): it's about 5" long and a little more around than a quarter...it's not big...and I was so wet, it kept wanting to slip out amy (10/28/2009 1:30:35 PM): I had to really tighten my muscles around it to hold it in sitting like I was.. joe (10/28/2009 1:30:43 PM): that is so hot amy (10/28/2009 1:30:47 PM): lol joe (10/28/2009 1:30:51 PM): it really is joe (10/28/2009 1:31:28 PM): dont worry...i wont make u grab your stapler amy (10/28/2009 1:32:01 PM): Oh, thank you...that thing is a monster...lol joe (10/28/2009 1:32:29 PM): oohhh its here joe (10/28/2009 1:32:31 PM): one sec joe (10/28/2009 1:33:29 PM): that is so damn hot joe (10/28/2009 1:34:36 PM): were u tempted to work it in and out for a while joe (10/28/2009 1:36:28 PM): ok...i am going to paint the bathroom walls white. joe (10/28/2009 1:36:46 PM): i will be on late tonight like 1130ish amy (10/28/2009 1:37:01 PM): Ok - that sounds great...I have homework to do so that will work out perfectly. joe (10/28/2009 1:37:07 PM): i will be thinking about this day for a long time amy (10/28/2009 1:37:15 PM): awww - sweet joe (10/28/2009 1:37:26 PM): talk later amy (10/28/2009 1:37:34 PM): ok - talk to you later...go have fun amy (10/28/2009 1:37:38 PM): lol joe (10/28/2009 1:37:45 PM): lol..no doubt Malik Buhari lay in bed next to his wife Khadija, who snored loudly, gently farting in the grip of slumber. Ah, the simple joys of married life. After visiting her parents, Khadija came back with their daughter Amina, and the Buhari family had a happy reunion. Upon her return from her trip, Malik surprised his wife Khadija and daughter Amina with a nice dinner at a Caribbean restaurant, and then they went to a movie together. The Buhari family returned home after their fun outing, and everything was fine. Malik couldn't sleep, though. The forty-something Nigerian Muslim patriarch found himself a bit restless. The events of the past few weeks weighed heavily on his mind, that's for damned sure... Growing up in the City of Kano, northern Nigeria, Malik Buhari was raised to be a good Muslim. Malik's father Yusuf Buhari was the Imam of the local mosque, and a respected figure in metropolitan Kano. As the son of a Muslim leader, Malik had to walk a fine line. Malik felt attracted to both women and men, but since Nigeria isn't exactly a safe place for gay men and bisexual men to express their true feelings, he repressed that side of himself. Malik ignored the fellas and focused exclusively on the ladies. While attending university, Malik met a tall, curvy and lovely young woman named Khadija Adewale, and they fell in love. Malik proposed to Khadija six months after meeting her, and a grand wedding followed. Fast forward a few years, and Malik Buhari and his wife Khadija are living in the City of Montreal, Quebec, with their daughter Amina. The couple owns the Africana Super Market, which caters to metropolitan Montreal's fast growing African population. Things were going so well that they were considering opening a second location in another section of town. Life is alright for Malik and his family. Malik loves his wife Khadija and their daughter Amina and would never do anything to endanger them. A lot of bisexual men step out on their wives and mess around with shady men, and it comes back to haunt them. Such men often bring home diseases which infect their wives and destroy their marriages and families. Malik isn't like that... A few weeks ago, Malik's good friend Thalia Okeke introduced him to her boyfriend Ismail Kader, a tall, handsome young Somali Muslim gentleman whom she met at work. Thalia is one of those tall, fine and curvaceous African Muslim ladies whom Malik would definitely holler at if he weren't married to his beloved Khadija. When Malik met Ismail Kader, the Nigerian Muslim patriarch sensed a kindred spirit in the tall, handsome and masculine Somali stud. Malik wondered if Thalia knew that the man she was sleeping with had secrets of his own. Bisexual men can definitely sense their own kind. Oh well, Thalia and Ismail's affair was none of Malik's business. He had his own stuff to worry about... A lot of bisexual men from the African Diaspora are always on the prowl, eager to step out on their wives and girlfriends to hook up with other men. Malik Buhari wasn't into cruising, because he didn't want to end up with a stalker or catch a sexually transmitted disease. Men on the prowl for anonymous sex were often irresponsible and careless, and that's how STDs are spread. One look at Ismail Kader and Malik Buhari sensed that not only did he swing both ways, but he was also a sexual adventurer. The kind of man whom Malik Buhari preferred to avoid. "I stole this fine brother from the Somali ladies," Thalia said as she pressed her body against Ismail, and Ismail grinned and hugged her. Thalia obviously saw her new beau Ismail Kader was some sort of prize. Some women simply cannot resist tall and handsome, masculine men. While holding onto Thalia, Ismail made lots of eye contact with Malik and once more, Malik found himself thinking that Ismail was like him, a man who swings both ways. Malik used to have fun with both ladies and fellas, but he'd been faithful to his wife Khadija throughout their marriage. He loved his wife too much to mess up what they had built together. Still, one look into Ismail's golden brown eyes and Malik found himself feeling a bit tempted... "You two make a lovely couple, nice to see you, Thalia, and good to meet you, Ismail," Malik said, and he left the pair with a lame excuse. As Malik walked away, he could sense Ismail looking at him. Yeah, this possibly bisexual Somali Muslim stud was a wild one and Malik wanted nothing to do with him. Let Thalia have her fun with Ismail. Malik Buhari is a good husband and father, and being faithful to his wife was paramount to him. A smart doesn't risk someone he doesn't want to lose for someone whom he doesn't want to keep. Always thinking about the consequences of one's actions prevents foolishness, at least some of the time... "Hey handsome, you're home early," Khadija said to Malik as he came home, following his encounter with Thalia and Ismail. The Nigerian gal had a nice surprise in store for her husband. Malik greeted his wife Khadija with a hug and a kiss. Khadija looked gorgeous in a red bra and matching panties which contrasted sharply against her beautiful dark skin. Malik gazed at his tall, curvaceous, dark-skinned and absolutely sexy wife. Thanking his lucky stars, Malik kissed Khadija and led her to the bed. Khadija's sexy body was exactly what Malik needed to forget about Ismail and Thalia and their bullshit... "Hmm, you're so beautiful," Malik said to Khadija, as he laid her on the bed, and made love to her. Khadija lay there, a grin on her lovely face as Malik spread her thick dark thighs and began eating her pussy. Malik kissed Khadija's sex and slid his tongue inside her pussy. Khadija sighed happily and played with her nipples. Malik isn't the most energetic man in the world but he does love his wife and always takes care of her sexual needs in the bedroom. Khadija felt a pleasant frisson down below as Malik sucked on her clit and fingered her pussy. This was just what the Nigerian Muslim gal needed after a long day at work... "Go for it, Habibi," Khadija whispered, and Malik ate her pussy voraciously. Afterwards, he put her on all fours and ate her pussy from behind while fingering her butt hole. Malik worked two fingers into Khadija's butt hole, causing her to moan in pleasure. Malik worked his magic on Khadija until she cried out his name. Afterwards, Malik worked his thick hard cock into Khadija as he took her on all fours. Face down and big ass up, Khadija groaned in pleasure as Malik gripped her wide hips and slammed his dick into her pussy. They fucked like this for half an hour, and then Malik ran out of gas. Khadija had no complaints, as he'd made cum from oral sex, and the sex itself was adequate. Malik isn't a porn star, but he does take care of his wife Khadija's needs. All is well in the Buhari household, or is it? The next time Malik Buhari went to the mosque, he ran into Ismail Kader, and the grinning Somali stud reintroduced himself. The two men bantered and even prayed together. Afterwards, they exchanged numbers. Ismail assured Malik that he was serious about Thalia and his relationship with her. Malik was serious about his wife Khadija and didn't want to do anything to threaten his household. Ismail and his bullshit would be kept at bay. At least, that's what Malik told himself. That night, as Malik slept next to his wife Khadija, he had a sex dream about Ismail. Hot damn, the obsession had begun... "Malik, I'm not gay, I enjoy sex with women, at worst, I'm bisexual, and I would never try to mess up your relationship with Khadija, I prefer women, and this is just casual fun for me, no stalking, no weirdness, no bullshit," Ismail assured him. Following his sexual dream about Ismail, Malik met him for coffee at a Tim Horton's near the University of Montreal campus, and they had a chat. Malik looked at Ismail, who looked handsome and masculine, with a regular voice and manly mannerisms. Not the sort of man whose behavior or appearance made you question anything about him. Perhaps this could work... "Alright, Ismail, if you're a man of your word, we can deal with each other," Malik said firmly, and Ismail smiled. On that same afternoon, Malik went to Ismail's place, and they had some wine, watched TV, ate Chinese food, and explored their hidden passions. African Muslim men who happen to be bisexual don't have it easy, especially if they're attracted to the women in their lives and happen to value them. The trick is finding a man who also swings both ways, practices safe sex, and is discrete. Malik always turned down gay white males and bisexual white males who approached him because in his opinion, white people are too public about sexual matters. African Muslims know the art of discretion. "You're a beautiful man," Ismail said to Malik, as they lay in bed together. Ismail admired the tall, dark-skinned, slightly chubby Malik and smiled. The Nigerian Muslim fellow was handsome in a normal, wholesome kind of way. Ismail avoided the effeminate males he saw walking around Montreal like the plague. He also avoided the weirdoes with the staring problem whom he saw in malls, buses, bookstores, restaurants, libraries and pretty much everywhere else. Guys who are always in cruising mode will sleep with anybody and tend to carry STDs and they are also prone to becoming stalkers. Ismail doesn't deal with the breed, preferring masculine bisexual African gentlemen like himself who practice the art of discretion. Life is better this way... "Let's do this," Malik said, and Ismail grinned, knowing that it had been years since Malik did it with another man. Malik tried to be faithful to his wife Khadija, and Ismail likes that about him. A man like Malik isn't going to run his mouth and put Ismail's business all over town. Ismail kissed Malik, and grabbed his long and thick dick. As the Nigerian Muslim man looked on, Ismail stroked his dick and then took him into his mouth. Malik groaned in pleasure as Ismail sucked his dick and fingered his butt hole. After working his magic on Malik, Ismail coaxed a wicked orgasm out of him. "Here I come," Ismail said as he put on a condom, and sprayed it with lube. Malik was on all fours, and he groaned as Ismail gripped his hips and worked his cock into his butt hole. Ismail sighed happily as he began fucking Malik's ass. Malik had a tight ass, which meant he didn't get fucked too often. Ismail was going to change that. The bisexual Somali Muslim stud showed his Nigerian buddy what he was all about. Malik moaned and then screamed as Ismail's cock filled his butt hole. Malik felt his cock harden as Ismail fucked his ass. It felt so damn good that he moaned, begging for more. The two bisexual African Muslim men fucked and sucked the afternoon away. Good times... "That was fun, thanks," Malik said to Ismail, and he took a shower before leaving his new pal's place. Ismail wished Malik a safe trip home. After Malik left, Ismail called Thalia, his favorite female freak, and when she came over, he ate her pussy and fucked her real good. The African Muslim woman screamed even louder than Malik had as Ismail's cock filled her holes. Thalia is a three-hole woman, and she happily took Ismail's dick in her mouth, pussy and butt hole. After fucking Thalia real good, Ismail lay in bed next to her, feeling like a million bucks. Sex tends to make a brother feeling a king... "Hmm, I'm lucky you're in my life," Thalia said to Ismail as she rested her head on his hairy chest, and the bisexual Somali Muslim stud grinned. Ismail gently kissed Thalia's forehead and said nothing. Ismail Kader likes the ladies and the fellas, but he's not looking for anything permanent with anyone. The world is full of gorgeous women and handsome men, and Ismail Kader enjoys seducing them and tempting them into his bed. Seduction is fun, but attachment leads to jealousy which leads to a lot of boring and annoying shit that Ismail prefers to avoid. Casual sex between consenting adults is a beautiful thing and shouldn't be corrupted by the forces of monogamy and jealousy. Ismail Kader is a sexually adaptable, enlightened brother and that's his philosophy in this life... |
This dating is the shits. My name is Susan and I'm 42 years old. I am a grandmother and I am in better shape than most women I know in their thirties. I have a treadmill to keep in shape and swim three times a week. The rest of the time I am working. He dropped me off and like a gentleman walked me to the door, a peck on the cheek and he was gone. I smiled thanked him and with quavering belly walked into my building up the elevator to my apartment. As I unlock the door I can hardly remember what it was like to have a man waiting on the other side. Saturday night, home by 1:00 am and as wide awake as an owl. And having expected him to ask to come in and the anticipation throughout that wonderful night dancing. This man is kind, generous, good looking and wonderfully built and I've found dedicated more to his work than getting laid. He wants to get up fresh and early tomorrow for an important appointment. Nice but this is where it has left me. Horny. The smoke from the bar wafts up to my nose from my clothes so I strip. As the cotton panties come down my legs I see the moisture spots and smell my juices on them and immediately feel like calling him on his cellular and telling him what is waiting for him if he returns. Instead, off they go as I put them in the hamper and go for a shower. Looking in the mirror I must admit I do look pretty good for my age. My hair is long and full to my shoulders. My breasts are soft but not saggy and my nipples are sensitive to touch and grow easily. My ribs are flesh covered but not fat, my waist narrow. My hips do flare but with a flat tummy I think they look very good. My pubic hair is long, unruly like an afro but I keep my vaginal area trimmed. My but isn't rock hard but it isn't jiggly either. As I step into the shower I must admit my legs are my best asset. They are slim, shapely and firm from the walking and swimming. Showering in the hot water I know I am in trouble tonight for no matter how much I try to ignore it my body is responding to every swipe of the soap, cloth and brush. As I wash my vagina my fingers slip in as if on their own and it is as slippery wet inside as outside in the shower. I turn off the water and towel off. I walk naked to my bed and remember how I had expected the evening to go. The wine is chilled, the bedside lamp is on and even to me the room looks romantic. I have a large mirror on my dresser at the end of my bed and as I lie down on my pile of pillows I see one disappointed woman looking back at me. I've had enough to drink so the wine stays in the fridge. I get up roll back the comforter, the sheets and climb back into my cozy nest. With the remote I flick on some favorite CD's and open my bedside drawer. Under my panties I have a vibrator which has been my savior many more times than I wish to remember. It is unique, I can say that. I found it on a trip to the states. It is shaped like most of the vibrators I have seen in movies but mine has a fleshy texture and an anatomically correct shape. I take out some lubricant and moisten my vibe. As my hands run over it lubricating it I know I won't need it but the pleasure in running my hands up and down the slippery surface turns me on even more. I moisten my palms and massage my throat down to my breasts pinching my nipples and down over my belly into my pubes. More lubricant and I massage it into my feet calves thighs buttocks and inner thighs As I warm my thighs I can almost visualize the top of his head as his tongue works along my lips and thrusts into my moist opening. I shake my head and groan loudly as my fingers slide firmly into my juicy cunny. It has been a long time since I have felt a warm column of firm flesh planted between the lips of my now dripping pussy. And again tonight I will have to make do with what I have. I love the squishy noise my juices make as I wiggle my fingers side to side while riding my thumb over my growing clitoris. It doesn't take long before I want my vibrator inside of me. As I pick it up and run it over my lips I take a chill. They are moist and it seems to part them and enter on it's own. I play on the outside using the cock knob to rub my clit and open my lips. The moisture flowing out of me makes this very enjoyable. Within minutes I am sliding the full length into my pussy. I guess I am weird for I then like to just leave it their deep in my pussy as I use my kegals on it. This makes it feel so real as it seems to respond to my muscle contractions moving in an out just slightly as I contract and release. My hands are free to roam my body warming, pinching rolling my nipples and generally driving myself crazy. I can press down on my lower abdomen and feel the firmness planted in me and push it side to side from my belly. After thirty minutes of this I am sweating and panting a little and my fingers are now moving back and forth across my clitoris while I use the others to push on the end of my vibe. It seems to hit my cervix and I can feel my cunny juices running down it's length. I sit up and pull my pillows between my legs. I am facing into my mirror and I know it wont be long before I come. I lift and lower my ass on my pillows and it gives me the feeling of something playing with the crack of my ass. I relax my cheeks and allow more pillow up to my anus. I love the way it tickles as I bounce on my pillows. I squeeze my tits and run my fingers into my pussy alongside of my vibe. I am wet and my lips are slippery as I run my fingers up to my clit pressing it harder and harder as I rock on my cock. A thrill runs through me making me shiver and I know I am coming. First shivers then as my fingers press my clitoris I grunt and hunch forward which causes my vibe to push against the back of my vagina. My cunny starts clasping of its own accord as I grab onto the vibe and forcefully pull it out to my lips and hard back into my cunt. I am comminggg and my hand is moving it in and out of me and driving the juices out with it which makes me go off again. oohhh!!! As I fall back onto my bed I pull the vibe out along the length of my clit and reach a grunting, fuck, fuck, fuck orgasm finished, exhausted and thankfully sleepy. I hate doing windows. No real man should do windows, unless it's their job. Spray, rub, rub, rub... Let me tell you, I would rather clean toilets. But I was cleaning the front windows of my ground floor apartment when I saw her. I was struck dumb, like always. Her name was Lynn, and she lived across the street in a cute little house. I stepped back a little, into the shadows, to observe her for my own privacy, if not hers. Lynn was a short woman of middle years, with single strands of pure white peeking here and there from amongst her shining brunette waves. Her skin was creamy and devoid of a suntan. If I were close enough, I would see that her eyes were the color of very faded blue jeans. Her short, wiry frame had enough curve to be noticeable. Her breasts were small, but there. Her hips flared delicately in that feminine way. She wasn't smiling, but I have seen her smile; it's a vision of beauty. No, she was scowling at the moment, but even her scowl couldn't mar the beauty of her face. I can't help but be attracted to her - women who allow themselves to age naturally without falling for the snake oil and fakery of cosmetic enhancements and surgeries so common in California... Yes, women who avoid all that are so much more natural; they are in tune with themselves and contain an appeal that transcends fake tits. That appeal reaches deep into a psyche - my psyche - and touches areas of attraction, lust, and even love. I could admit, as a man, that I felt all of it for the woman across the street. I found myself twisting my wedding ring with the thumb and pinky of my left hand. The vision of the woman named Lynn across the street filled my mind with thoughts that were altogether questionable. Yes, I was married. The woman across the street was married, too. I wondered what she was doing over there. Was she making dinner for her husband? Was she doing his laundry? Was she doing something so mundane and domestic that even she forgot how intimate such activity was? I felt myself stir at the thought of her domestic, feminine manner. I had to experience it, bathe in it, relish it... I dropped the wipe I was holding and snuck out the door of the apartment. Lynn was heading into the backyard of the house. I stood looking across the street as emotions flashed through me, but wild ones, conflicting ones that tugged one way and then the other. I had told my wife that I would clean the apartment, but the lightning bolt that was Lynn's natural beauty struck my heart in an insistent way. I'm not sure what any neighbors might have seen on my face: determination, fear, wonderment. I wanted to see more of Lynn. We were on first-name basis with each other, surely I could walk up and talk to her if I wanted. But I wanted to do so much more than that. I wanted to... I crossed the street. I wanted more. I needed more. I slid into the shrubbery next to the backyard fence and peeked over. Lynn was bending over the hose, attaching a spray nozzle to the end. Her small frame in such a position made me grip the top edge of the fence. Her jeans fit her curves so well that envisioning her naked was effortless. Her small hands and slightly bony fingers worked deftly until the task was completed. Even her hands fueled the fire that was within me. I wanted to feel those fingers on me. I felt fear amidst the lust. What was I? Was I crazy? Unbalanced? Sick? What would my relatives think if I was discovered like this? Or even the neighbors? I had watched Lynn many times. Each time brought strong emotions to my head and heart. She was so beautiful and natural that I had to have her. I found myself twisting my wedding ring again in that calculating manner. No, I would think about that later. Today was the day I crossed the line from watching to acting. I watched her turn on the water and hose off the patio. Ah, I saw that she was hosing a small dog bomb into the grass. That nasty little poodle from next door had wandered into the backyard and crapped on the patio. The notorious neighborhood crap-machine. It crapped in everyone's yard but its own. Lynn's scowl ignited a hotter fire in me. Even her scowl was beautiful. I wanted to kiss the scowl away. I wanted to kiss her lips until she smiled. Was that such a bad thing? She finished and shut off the water. Heading into the house, she only closed the sliding screen door. Perfect. I waited a moment, and then made my move. I slipped into the backyard and up to the screen door. I shaded my eyes to look in; she was off to the left, in the laundry room. I slid open the screen door and snuck in. Closing the screen, I glanced around. My heart thudded with the effort at being quiet, and maybe fear for what I felt. She was transferring wet laundry from the washer to the dryer. The act raised an emotional tidal wave in me. Here she was, performing what I considered an intimate task for herself and her husband with no one to see, no one to appreciate. Even her mundane chore was performed in a uniquely feminine way. Her moves were fluid, alluring, even sexy. I slowly stepped up to her. The sound of the dryer starting its cycle echoed in the small room as I reached out to her. She turned as I slipped up to her front and grabbed her around the waist. Lynn's eyes flew open wide and she gasped loudly on her inhale, preparing to scream. I tried a smile. "Mitch! You scared me!" She gasped out in fear and simultaneous relief. She noted my arm around her waist, immediately. "What are you doing?" "Shhh," was all I could get out before I descended on her and covered her mouth with mine. "Mmmph!" Lynn struggled briefly and I could feel her heart racing. She put her hands against my chest, but my tongue was in her mouth, and my arms around her back crushing her to me. The feel of her body was fantastic. "Mmphmm," she mumbled through the kiss. Very slowly, she began to relax. As she did, her tongue reached out to tentatively stroke mine. I knew it wouldn't take much! I slowed my kiss and savored the feel of her tongue against mine. I could smell her make-up and the light hint of her perfume. She had put them on for her husband, surely, and I was going to enjoy them. I felt her arms come up and lightly lay around my neck and shoulders. Her kiss became more insistent. My penis grew at an alarming rate, and I ground my hips forward into hers. "Mmm," she responded. Her hips pushed back at me once, then twice, and then just as hard as I was pushing into her. The feel of her body melting into mine brought me all the way to hardness. I stopped kissing her mouth and moved down to the side of her neck. I could feel her pulse trembling through my lips as they brushed her skin. I moved up to her ear and drew in the feminine aroma of her delicate feature. Lynn trembled against me and hummed. I knew she was mine, then. "What are you doing?!" She gasped at me, breathless. I led her wordlessly to the bedroom. She had two small piles of folded clothes on the bed. I kissed her again, in front of her marriage bed, and held her tightly. Now that I had her in my arms, I didn't want to let her go. Ever. I reached my hands up as we kissed and ran my fingers up into her hair. I cupped her head, tenderly, and kissed her beautiful face. With her lips on mine, and our tongues making love to each other, I didn't want to ever end this kiss. I didn't care what the consequences were. I didn't care if I was considered insane or a danger to society. My feelings for this married woman were that strong. We reached a silent, mutual agreement to strip out of our clothes. My eyes were held to her as she revealed her curves. Her skin was creamy and silky, calling to me in all the ways that are secret and forbidden to speak of in public. My head swam with the urgency of wrapping my arms around this naked beauty. We locked once more in a kiss as we pressed naked bodies together. My erection nestled in between her thighs, and she moved against it. It felt so wonderful there. I lowered her gently to the bed and laid alongside her. I reached my hand down and stroked her small pubic mound. She was a shaver, even at her age. She was forty, and looked exquisite. No, not like a teenager. No, no, no. Teenagers aren't "exquisite." Teens don't know how to wash, generally, and look more like little boys than fully grown, sensually mature women. Teens don't have the fullness of a mature breast. Teen tits are not ripe. Teens don't have the tiny, expressive wrinkles around the corners of their eyes. Teen eyes are like cartoons - no definition. Teens don't have the wonderful laugh lines of experience and joy. No, teen faces lack character. Whereas a teen might be a work of art to some, to me teens are monochrome, simplistic paintings of a singular, geometric shape. But Lynn, at her age, was a panorama of detail and subtlety that was a true masterpiece. I nuzzled her neck and ran my fingers down to her moist warmth, in that forbidden area between her legs. Her own wedding ring sat on her finger, mute to what I was doing. It represented the barrier to men of the world doing to her what I was doing. My finger dipped into her folds and found wetness. She shifted her legs open as I rubbed lightly up and down over her clit and into her opening. All the while I kissed her mouth, her neck, her chest above her breasts. Her skin was smooth and luxurious. I kissed the bones underneath the skin - the bones that were her clavicle. She moaned against me and fumbled for my erection. I shifted so she could get at it. Her hand on me was cool and tender. Her fingers massaged my penis with a light touch. It was fantastic. My finger stroked her and made love to her. I wanted to memorize every detail. I never wanted to forget this. My tongue on her nipple sent her spiraling out of control - much like I felt by what was happening. Her breathing became gasps, again, like from the kissing, only more urgent. Her body squirmed next to me as she fought to get more. She was enjoying this, too, and I was serenely happy. Her hips signaled her orgasm to me as her thighs closed on my hand and she convulsed against me. Her eyes glazed over and her mouth opened in a silent release of pleasure. She might have been afraid her neighbors would hear. I got my hand free and crawled up over her. Like the opening of Heaven's gates, her legs spread for me in invitation and acceptance. Her most private area was exposed beneath me as my penis aimed directly at it. I sat on my haunches between her legs and guided my erection with my hand. I rubbed the helmet all over her very inviting pussy, and then teased her clit as I rubbed up and down over her hood. She jerked several times and reached up to grab my shoulder. She pulled at me and raised her hips in a silent communication to fuck her. No, this wasn't going to be so fast, or meaningless. I wanted to remember this forever. I teased her opening and continued rubbing her. With each tease, I would poke the head of my penis into her folds, almost penetrating, but not quite. I worked her into frustration. I teased her until she not only wanted me, but needed me. I'm not the measure of self-control. Don't get me wrong. Each teasing poke was getting harder. It wasn't planned that way, rather I was trying to hold back from just ramming my prick into her and fucking her until she screamed. You see, I didn't want this sex I was having with her to be like that. No, I wanted this to be love. I had watched her so many times from across the street that my obsession wanted to be released in a way that satisfied, in a way that spoke of my lust and love at the same time. Yes, love. Love at first sight, and all that. I felt Lynn and I had shared that unspoken spark the first time we were introduced. But who was I kidding? Would I ever be satisfied with a singular act of lust and love? Never. I was in my own world, almost. I was trying to read her face, her gasps - was trying to memorize them to cherish them forever, but I was also sinking my penis into her with each poke. Her legs opened even more and in my fever and need I slid more into her than I had wanted to at this point. I looked down at my shaft as half of it was up inside of her. I cannot tell you how beautiful and wonderful that sight was. I don't think I have the capacity to express the immensity of the wonder. With slow motions from my hips, I watched in fascination as my erection slid into her a half inch at a time. When my eyes began to see swirling dots, I realized that I hadn't been breathing. I sort of lost control then. I pumped my hips and slid in and out of her. Her insides were very warm and tender. Her vaginal canal welcomed me in and wrapped my entire shaft in a sexual hug that was unlike any other. Thrilling tendrils of pleasure radiated from my sensitive shaft as it felt her forbidden area. I was laying on her, my elbows supporting me on either side of her as my hands roamed over her face, feeling her nose, her chin, her mouth, her temples. I kissed her yet again as my erection pulled me forward. I never wanted this wonderful moment to end. Ever. But my flesh is only of men, and not gods. The pleasure coursed through me softly at first, but then more urgently. My thrusts became deeper and longer. Her hips rose to meet mine as she indicated she was willing and ready. Our moans and gasps were soft and private. I laid down on her and nuzzled her neck as I tried to slow down. Her pumping hips threw me over the edge, though. I felt like I was balanced on a thin string over a vast precipice and her hips pushed me over. With the realization that those tickles in my feet and the tensing of my back signaled that the end was near, that I was falling, and that she was welcoming my fall, I shoved as much of my swelling penis as I could get into her. My balls were pressed up against her as I convulsed in my own orgasm and entered into the realm of euphoria. I squirted my sperm into her willing depths and relished the feel of each squirt convulsing up the length of my shaft and leaving the end of my penis to join with her. The aftershock of my orgasm continued to ripple through me, slower each time, but with a harsh release that made me blink. "Mmm," she said. "What possessed you to do this?" I savored the feel of her arms around my neck, the feel of her skin pressed against mine, the beauty of her face so close to my gaze, and the wet embrace of her pussy. I smiled at her. I wanted this one instant to go on and on without end. I wanted to love this woman forever. I wanted to be with her and hold her and laugh with her. I wanted her life to always be a happy one, without tears, without heartaches. I wanted her to smile so much that the already prominent smile lines got deeper. There was nothing like the smile of this wonderful woman. Nothing so bright, nothing so gorgeous, nothing so sensual. I stroked her head and said the only thing I could in response. "I love you, Lynn." She looked at me with love, but with suspicion, too. "Is this some trick to get out of cleaning the apartment?" I laughed, but at the same time I wanted to cry. The pain of the love crushing my heart paralyzed me. In my past, I had been married before, really young. Unfortunately, my first wife and I were both equally young and stupid. Love was a concept that wasn't fully grown back then. What I had just shared with Lynn was all love. I'm not sure if some quack psychiatrist would consider me mentally healthy. I was consumed with Lynn, and I always would be. "Nah, I just couldn't help myself." My own smile was sad and happy at the same time. Happy because we had shared what we just did, and it was beautiful. Sad because I didn't think that even forever would be long enough to express my love to this woman. She kissed me tenderly and then said, "I love you, too." "Guess I'll get cleaned up and back to work on the apartment." "Aww," she said as I got off her. Lynn is my wife. We own the apartment across the street that we rent out for additional income. In between renters, I work on the place. Sometimes, though, when I see her from across the street, I can't help but adore her. |
_Hello everyone. Here is a small tale about a young man who encounters a fun surprise in a movie theater (not an adult theater, mind you). The story includes aspects of seduction, humiliation and an older-younger encounter. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to your feedback. Hopefully you will want to see more. I like this idea because this situation could easily be one where the main character could be either male or female and the story would still work._ ***** I sat frozen, looking at my computer. The blinking cursor on my screen provided the only movement in my cubicle. I knew I wasn't going to get anymore work done today. It was just one of those days where I could not stand to be in my office anymore. I needed to get out of here. I needed to be... anywhere but here. Then an idea came to me. I fired up the browser on my computer, furtively looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching and checked the show times at a local art-house theater not far from where I lived, but far enough from my office that I wouldn't accidentally run into anyone. I felt like going and seeing a movie, but I was very worried that someone in my office would see what I was looking at. No, the site itself wouldn't get me in trouble, but the movie I wanted to see might reveal a little more about me than I wanted people to know. Fortunately, the coast was clear and my eyes returned to the screen, to the poster of the film that I was dying to see. I gulped as I looked at the picture. It showed a cute young guy staring upwards, tense and awestruck, into the eyes of an older, dominant-looking man. The older guy had a cocky smile on his lips and his big, rough hand cupped the younger guy's face, as if on the verge of kissing him. I shifted in my seat, as my dick twitched stiffer. I was bored. I was horny. I needed a distraction. And I needed to see that film. Irrespective of the plot, I was certain that, at the very least, it would give me reams of images to masturbate to later. It was 1:21 now, the film started at 2:05 so I had plenty of time to get out of the office and get over there. An afternoon gay film on a Tuesday at an art-house theater made me feel confident that I would most likely be very alone which helped a bit to cure my paranoia about being seen by someone I knew. I closed down my laptop, untucked my polo shirt in an attempt to cover my growing hard-on and then walked to my manager's office. I knocked on the door frame to the open room and said, "Hey, Marie, I'm gonna take some vacation time and take the rest of the day off. I'm not feeling well and I think I just need to go and clear my head." It was not really a lie. I did not feel well. I felt closed in and my mind was about to burst from sitting in front of my monitor. And I was horny. Marie was a middle aged woman. She always had a smile on her face and you could see a complete joy for life behind her eyes. Flashback a few years and maybe a hundred pounds and I bet she was beating the men off with a stick. "Everything ok?" she said with a sincere note of care in her voice. She was, in my limited experience, the best manager I had ever worked for. She did her job without feeling the need to micromanage or belittle her staff. "Yeah, I'm just not feeling right and I think it would be better for me to take a few hours off and clear my head and get a fresh start in the morning. All my reports are in, did them first thing this morning." "Ok, well if you need anything, let me know," she said. "Will do," I replied. "Thanks." I left the opening of her office and strode down the hall towards the exit of the building. Walking out the front door, the beautiful spring sun enveloped my body and my ideas for the afternoon almost changed. It was such a beautiful day that it might be even better to just head to the river and enjoy the wonderful weather. The outdoor scene would definitely cure my office blues. In the end though, I decided a good movie would do me well. It was a decision I would later be glad I made. I hopped in my car, turned the ignition and felt the car's AC begin to blow. I backed out of the space, exited the lot and headed to the theater 20 minutes away. I pulled into the theater's parking lot 22 minutes after leaving my office. Drive time plus the time it took me to let Marie know I was leaving and walking to my car made it 1:49. I had 16 minutes till the film started which was enough time to get my ticket, a refreshment, hit the restroom and make it to my auditorium in time. I told the cashier the name of the movie I wanted to see, but I kept my face down, hidden as much as possible. I was still very paranoid about someone recognizing me. I walked into the theater five at precisely 2:00. A quick survey of the seats confirmed my previous notion. I was alone. It was a smaller auditorium, maybe seating 100 patrons, but that made it even better. It really felt like I had my own private screening. I found a seat two-thirds of the way up in the middle and sat down. I had been anxious to see this film for a while now, but none of my friends were interested in seeing it. I would be surprised if any of them even knew about it. It definitely wasn't a main-stream movie and all of my friends were very macho, pussy-chasing hetero-guys. To their knowledge, so was I. And I was. Well, the pussy-chasing part at least. I'm definitely not the most macho out of my friends and according to these feelings in my head, I wasn't exactly 100% hetero either. I would be mortified if they found out that I wanted to see this movie. Or had come to see this movie. Or wanted to be with a guy. I was literally paranoid of being found out. I wasn't ready to publicly 'out' my feelings as I was still trying to come to terms with them myself. But here, alone, in this theater in the middle of the day, I felt about as safe as I could feel regarding my friends finding out what I was up to. About a minute before the scheduled start of the movie, I noticed another patron come around the light barriers and stand facing the screen. He was an older gentleman, maybe in his mid-forties which made him probably 20 years my senior. I could barely make out some salt and peppering in his hair, but he obviously kept in great shape. He was wearing black slacks and an off-white polo shirt. He stood about 6' from what I could gather and looked powerful. Not in a "ripped with bulging muscles" kind of way, but in an "I command any room I walk into" kind of way. He had muscles, that was clear from the way his polo clung to his upper back, shoulders and biceps, but it was more than that. There was an air of power to him. Like maybe he was in a powerful position at his job. I, on the other hand, was almost a polar opposite. Obviously the age factor was there, but where he was strong, powerful and beaming with apparent confidence, I was small, meek and a bit on the shy side. I was a good four inches shorter than him from what I could tell and he easily outweighed me by what I would guess was 30 or 40 pounds. I've always been lean and trim with the body of a swimmer, but he had the physique of an athlete who was used to contact in his sports. Maybe a quarterback or La Crosse player. His hair was professionally manicured while mine was a bit longer and streaked with a natural dirty blonde color. "Well," I thought to myself, "so much for being alone." Although, if I was going to share a movie with someone else, I could think of much worse company. He looked around and saw me sitting alone and upon noticing me, a smile crossed his face like he had found what he was looking for and he nodded ever so lightly. It could be taken as nothing more than a polite gesture, but something inside me told me it was more. What that "more" was, I couldn't quite define, but I sensed it. He strolled up the steps and walked down the aisle behind mine, sitting directly to my right behind me. "And here I thought I would be the only one playing hooky from work today to come see this," he said. His low voice rumbled through my body, right to my loins. It made my cock twitch just from hearing it. I tilted back towards him, boy was he even more handsome up close, and said with a small laugh, "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing." His eyes were a piercing silver-blue which stood out like beacons on his tan face. "Have you seen this yet?" he inquired. "Nope. This will be my first time," I said. "Oh really? Well first times are always the best," he said. Then smiled. The lights in the theater dimmed and the green screen denoting a coming attraction lit up the auditorium. Two trailers played before I heard him speak again. "It kind of feels weird, me sitting up here, you one row down, both of us alone," he said. I turned my head back to him. "Why don't you come sit up here with me and let's watch the movie together." He patted his hand on the seat directly to his left and just grinned. It was a cocky smile. One that he was probably very used to using as I imagined he was very rarely said "no" to. I kind of shrugged and said, "Ok, I mean, if you don't mind." "Mind? I'm the one that told you to," he said. I suddenly felt very stupid and shook my head in disgrace. I then looked back at him and he was still smiling. Still patting the seat next to him. I got up, grabbed my Sprite and walked down the aisle to my left, went up a step and walked down his row to him. I had knots in my stomach for some reason. I was here in a theater about to watch a gay movie and now a handsome older man was asking, or actually, telling me to watch it with him. No big deal, right? I sank down next to him into the seat and sat there awkwardly. "I'm Patrick," he said and reached out his hand. I took his hand and said, "Bobby." "Bobby, huh?" he said. "That's the young man's name in this movie as well. The one that gets seduced by the older man." I hadn't even put the connection together before when I was wanting to see this movie. The film was about an outwardly facing straight guy who was coming to terms with his own homosexual feelings and was slowly seduced by someone he meets through a random encounter. "Life mimicking art," I thought to myself. I then forced myself to stop. I was sure that I was making more out of a situation than was really there. I did that a lot. He was just a somebody, like me, who wanted to see a film and wanted to bypass the weird state of two people sitting alone in a somewhat large theater. "So is it a good movie?" I asked as the third trailer played in the background. "Quite good," he stated. "There is something quite beautiful when a confident man is able to open up the inhibitions of a younger man because he knows what the boy wants, probably even more than he does." I said nothing. I found myself staring at him and then looked away to the screen. I kept my hands in my lap as the movie finally started. Fifteen minutes went by and nothing more was said. I could even tell through my peripheral vision that he wasn't even looking at me. I confirmed what I believed. My overactive imagination had told me there was something there when there was, in fact, nothing. We were two people, two strangers, enjoying a movie together. I won't lie though. I wanted to be his. He was very handsome and sexy. I wanted him to make a move on me. To ask me out. To hold my hand. To fuck my face? To bend me over the seat and fuck me? Anything. God, my mind really does go to dark places sometimes. He did nothing. He said... nothing. The movie had progressed to after the two had met and the younger man, Bobby, was alone, in bed, wrestling with his thoughts. The scene showed him, artfully, writhing in bed as he wrestled with his emotions and feelings. Eventually, his hand went below the sheets and there was no mistake in what he was doing. He was masturbating while thinking of the man in the film. It wasn't pornographic in the least. It was beautifully shot, with the color draining from the screen and leaving it a dreamy black and white. I almost didn't notice as my eyes were transfixed on the screen, but Patrick leaned over and whispered close to my ear. "Isn't that beautiful?" he asked. "His body knows what he wants." I heard his words and watched as the young man was shown pleasuring himself. Beautiful shots of his face lost in pleasure, his hand moving unmistakably under his sheet and his body slowly writhing on the bed. I too found myself mimicking the young man on the screen. I was shifting ever so slightly in my seat. Squirming even. I was becoming completely erect, but my cock was confined uncomfortably in my pants. I wanted to move with more purpose to allow myself to get a full extension, but that would be too noticeable. I wanted to reach down, lift my hips, grab my cock and adjust myself, to touch myself, to free myself, but that would absolutely be noticeable. I clinched and released my ass, shifted from side to side, desperately trying to relieve some of the frustrating confinement. I felt like I was stuck in a cock-cage, unable to get a nice, full erection and it was driving me crazy. I was starting to breathe heavy. I could feel his breath on the side of my face. "I can tell you like this," he said. "You ARE gay, aren't you?" he asked, more of a statement though. Like he was confirming his suspicions. "Y-yeah, I mean, no, well, I...," I stuttered my answer back to him. I knew I wasn't fully gay, so that was a lie, but I wasn't NOT gay, so that would be a lie too. "I know what you mean son," he said. "You are like a lot of men out there. Secretly bi-sexual, openly straight. Fuck. It was like he knew me exactly. The young man on the screen had orgasmed. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his body heaving from heavy breaths as the camera slowly moved in on his face to catch, in perfect time, a single tear fall down his cheek. I nodded. To the man effecting me on my right. To the internal conflict that I identified with in the man on the screen. I felt him place his hand on my right forearm and I tensed up. My hands were still bunched up between my legs, but he pulled my arm towards him. I offered so little resistance, there might as well have been none. He placed his left arm on the armrest and positioned my arm so that it was on top of his and my hand just fell into his. He locked his fingers around mine, looked at me, smiled and then turned back to the screen. I was holding hands with a stranger in a theater. The movie played on for maybe another 20 minutes as we sat there. Our palms began to get sweaty as they always do when you hold hands for extended periods of time. He unlocked our fingers and then slid his hand off of the armrest down to my knee. The feeling was electric. His hand wrapped around my lower thigh, just above my knee and stayed there. My hand had awkwardly stayed on top of his and now I felt very strange at the way I was sitting, my arm just lying on his as he held my leg. "Here," he motioned with his other arm, "put your arm here on the armrest." I did as I was told, removing my arm from his and placing on the divide between us. He began to caress my leg, moving slowly up my inner thigh.As he moved up, he pulled my legs apart. There was no mistaking what he was doing. My cock was straining in my pants. His hand continued to creep higher and higher. I was subconsciously lifting my hips ever so slightly, trying to push my cock towards his hand, but my conscious mind was arguing with my subconscious self. "How can you let this man, this stranger, touch you like this?" Because I wanted to be touched by him. "Why are lifting your hips to meet his hand? You are in a public place!" Because I need to be touched by him. "He's treating you like a cheap slut. Only cheap sluts let strangers feel them up in public places." I wanted to be his slut. "You know he sees you as nothing but an easy slut so why would you let him do this?" I need to be his slut. On screen, the young man was about to leave the house of the older gentleman. I honestly couldn't remember why he had been there, but as he was leaving, the old man pushed him against a door, his back to the older man and I watched as his arms were raised above his head. The older man was kissing on his neck and the younger man was lost in feelings as his head fell back and his eyes were clamped shut. I felt Patrick shift and soon his mouth was near my ear again. "I love this part. The man knows what he wants, knows what Bobby wants and takes it. He's in control," he said. He removed his hand from my upper thigh and lifted up the armrest between us. I had to lift my hand as he did and as I was bringing it back down, he grabbed it and placed it on the inner part of his upper thigh. I immediately felt his large cock down the leg of his pants. He said nothing. He moved back to a normal sitting position, but my hand remained in his lap. On his thigh. Grasping his dick. I could feel the heat of it emanating through his slacks. I sat puzzled for a moment. This whole thing was so surreal. I watched as the two new lovers on screen went at each other, the older man obviously the dominant. Clothes were pulled from their bodies as they lost themselves in their passion. I began to move my hand up and down his thigh, up and down his cock. Grasping it. Squeezing it. Feeling it. Lusting after it. We watched as the men made love on screen, the entire time, my hand caressed his dick. He pulled me closer, put his arm around me and soon I was leaning on his shoulder as I explored him. "That feels so good baby boy," he said. He reached around with his right hand and tucked two fingers under my chin and brought my face up to his. He leaned down and we kissed. I melted into him. I repositioned myself, exchanging my right hand with my left hand on his cock and kissed him even more passionately. We kissed for what seemed like hours. Our tongues intertwined and he nibbled on my lips and neck. He moved up to my ears and I lost it. I began to whimper from the pleasure he was bringing me. With his mouth on my ear he said, "Take my cock out." It was a simple command, yet it was a powerful one. "H-here?" I panted. "Yes," was all he said. I moved my hand up to his belt and pulled the black leather strap through the silver buckle. We kissed more. My hands fumbled at the button of his slacks. He nibbled on my lower lip. I released the zipper down. He moved his mouth to my neck. I reached in through his boxers and grasped the base of his dick. It felt magnificent. I pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants and held it out in the open air. It was large and beautifully shaped. I began to stroke him openly as he continued to kiss my neck. The soft, pink skin of his dick slid easily up and down the rigid shaft. I watched as my hand explored him while he moved his mouth back to my ear. I was salivating. I wanted to feel his large, spongy head in my mouth. I wanted to take his entire manhood into me. There is something so sensual in watching your hand glide up and down a big, beautiful cock. I've given a few hand-jobs to completion in the past because I loved watching the erotic visual display that ended with long ropes of cum spurting up and then falling back down on your lover's abs and your own hand as you continue to pump the shaft. But I knew I wouldn't be satisfied with just jacking him off. I wanted more this time. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. I wanted to experience every texture, every vein, every curve of his dick filling me, thrusting in and out. I wanted to feel him explode across my tongue. I wanted to taste his cream. "Suck my cock, Bobby," he said, almost as if he was reading my mind. "I know you want to. It is what you wanted to do the moment I walked into this theater. You wanted to be on your knees for me." I just muttered, or maybe it was a whimper. Either way, it was definitely an affirmative response. I was lost in too much sensory overload to be able to respond coherently. His mouth on my neck and ear, kissing and talking dirty to me. His cock in my hand, large and hot. My mouth salivating at the thought of him invading me. The public scene we were in. Anyone could walk in and catch us. The projectionist could be peering down and watching us. He brought my face back to meet his and looked me in the eye. He pulled me in again and began kissing me. It was brief and then he pulled away and looked me in the eye. We were a mere inches away. "Tell me what you want to do," he said. My grip tightened on his cock as I continued to stroke him. I whimpered again. I was so fucking horny, but the source of my release was not in my own dick, it was in my mouth. I HAD to have him inside of me. To taste him. That was more intense a want than even having my own orgasm. "I... I want to suck you," I said, breathing heavy. My hand still stroking him. "You want to?" he asked, as if he knew it was more than that. "I need to," I confessed in an exasperated exhale. "I know you do baby boy," he said and brought up the thumb on his right hand and slipped it into my mouth. I locked my lips down and began to swirl my tongue around his digit. I used slow, loving sucks on his thumb like it was a small dick. I wanted to show him that my mouth was good enough for his cock. That I would do a good job for him. He moved his thumb around and brought up a few more fingers which he used to grasp my lower jaw. He opened my mouth and held my jaw down which presented my open mouth for him. He then pulled me to him again and right as I got to his lips, he removed his hand and kissed me again. It was all so sensual. So sexy. So controlling. He kept kissing me, but spoke at the same time. "Get on your knees boy." I got up out of my chair, but he kept kissing me. I shuffled over in front of him, bent over to keep our lips and tongues together and stood crouched in front of him between his legs. I never took my hand off of his dick and in this new position, I was able to reach down and add my other hand to the mix. I began to kneel down in front of him, my hands stroking him while he bent ever-so-slightly to still kiss me as I moved into position. My knees made contact with the floor and only then did he stop kissing me. He held my head in his hands and looked me in the eye. Nothing was said. Nothing had to be said at this point. I knew what my place was. I was here to make him feel good. This is what I needed. I was drawn here today for the sole purpose of making this man cum. That is why I couldn't focus at work. The universe had other plans for me today and this was it. I looked down at his cock as he sat back fully in his chair. His cock was thick, but not overly so. He definitely wasn't thin. He had a perfect girth to him to match the length and shape. If it is possible to fall in love with a dick at first sight, this was it. It was perfect. I gripped the base of his dick and let it stand up proudly before me. I moved my head towards it and held it against me, feeling its heat. I inhaled, breathing in his clean, manly aroma. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having his cock resting against almost the entire left side of my face. I slowly rubbed against it, like a cat does against a hard surface. I completely zoned out from where I was. The only thing there was me and his large erection. I felt his hand on my head and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. My left eye was obstructed by his cock, but my right eye locked with his. "You look good like that," he said. I smiled. "Start by kissing it," he whispered. "Start at the base and work your way up. Kiss it all over." I bit my lip and then whispered back, "Yes sir." I began kissing the ridge of his cock down by the base. I made sure to puff out my lips and lick with my tongue on every kiss to give the most amount of moisture and skin-to-skin contact as I could. I wanted him to feel good, yes, but I also wanted to have as much of his cock touching my mouth as I could. I kissed completely around the base from the center ridge to each side and slowly began to work my way up the tower of rigid flesh. As I moved up, I began to slowly start stroking the area of his cock that I had already worshiped, each stroke was short and slow, but as I rose higher, the strokes became longer. After what seemed like ages, I finally made it to the top of his dick. His large, spongy head stood proudly on his shaft. I heard the occasional moan from him as I bathed his dick with my lips and tongue while stroking him. I pulled his cock towards me so that the angle was better for me to have access to his head and I repeated my actions over the head of his cock. The feel of his cockhead under my lips and on my tongue was out of this world. I used my teeth ever so slightly to tease the sensitive tip. I was squirming on my knees as my cock was restrained in my pants. I was trying desperately to great some sort of friction. His cock in my mouth was what I truly wanted, but my dick was responding desperately as well. I looked up at him to see him watching me. With my eyes locked on his, I pulled his dick a little farther down so that it was in the perfect position to enter my mouth. I lapped at the tip of his cock where the ridge melts away into the head and then sank my mouth down over the cap. His head was so large and I felt it fill my mouth. I began to suck him, taking a little bit more with each bob. I kept looking at him as I did. I finally succumbed to the sensations, closed my eyes and began to start my descent back down his cock to the base, only this time with it buried in my mouth, not standing proudly before me. I continued to stroke him with both hands as my mouth continued to envelope more and more of him. About half way down, I felt his head reach the entrance to my throat. I wanted him all. I wanted to impress him. I wanted to impress myself by taking all of him. But not yet. I spent some time stroking him and sucking on the portion of his cock that would fit completely in my mouth. I knew that I was going to take him into my throat. I don't care if I choked and gagged, I would take him completely. But I wanted to take my time. I wanted to enjoy everything. I didn't want to rush past a single sensation or feeling. I took him out of my mouth and licked up and down his cock while still stroking him. I was being very sensual with it. I made sure that I kept him very wet and covered in my spit so that he slid effortlessly between my lips and across my tongue. I turned my head sideways and pursed my lips out. I pressed them against the ridge of his shaft and slid up and down, knowing how sensitive this portion of the dick is. I then seamlessly moved to the tip and took him back into my mouth. I sucked and stroked him some more, then repeated the process of taking him out and using just my lips and tongue on him. I repeated the whole process a few times but I could no longer hold off anymore. I needed to have all of him inside of me. I took him back into my mouth and slowly went down to the point that his tip hit my throat. I relaxed my throat and began to push down farther. His head pushed past the entrance to my throat and started sliding down further into me. I got about three-quarters the way down and came back up to reset. Saliva was pooling from my mouth. He grasped my head and whispered, "You can do it baby boy, take all of Daddy's cock." He then pushed me back down on his dick and when I got to the same spot again, I felt him push harder and lift up with his crotch. He pushed and pushed and I felt his shaft expand my throat until my face was fully in his lap. He held me there, both of us basking in the glow of my achievement. He let me up, but not all the way, just enough for his cock to come out if my throat but remain in my mouth. Saliva dripped down around his cock, lubricating him more which was perfect as he then pushed me back down. Holding my head and hair in his hands, he began to slowly fuck his cock into my throat repeatedly. It wasn't fast or brutal, at least not yet. It was slow, precise movements that pushed him fully into me and then partially out of me. He pulled me from his slick cock and then grasped the base of himself and began to smear his dick on my face. He lightly slapped it on me and whispered, "I knew the moment I saw you that you would be right here, sucking my cock like a good little boy." I was breathless as he smacked me with his rigid shaft against me. Each blow made me hornier, more desperate for him. I whimpered. Like a dog. He held my head and stood up, his cock jutting out from his open slacks. With his other hand, he gripped the base again and positioned it at my mouth and pushed in. He thrust into my mouth and began to roughly face fuck me. Half thrusts that filled my mouth mixed with full, strong thrusts that buried his shaft completely. He held my head in place and fucked me. Hard. I went to grasp his cock and he said, loudly, "No. Put your hands behind your back. I only want your mouth." I placed my hands behind my back and interlaced my fingers. My back was pushed against the chair in front of me wedging me between it and his cock. His thrusts were more forceful, more commanding. I loved the feeling of giving up control to him and letting him just use me. It felt... right. I accommodated him as best I could but occasionally he would hit my throat just right which would leave me coughing and gagging, but he only allowed me a small reprieve before he would plow back in. Time felt like it had stood still. I had no idea how long I had been sucking him (or rather now, him face fucking me) but I didn't care. I honestly didn't want it to stop. His thrusting was faster now, strong, more needing. I sensed he was getting closer. I sensed he was close to cumming. I wanted so bad to taste his cum. To swallow it down. I heard his breathing get ragged. His grip on my head tightened, especially with his left hand. He thrust wildly and forcefully into my throat. The theater was filled with the unmistakable sounds of a big cock fucking a tight, wet throat. There was no longer a pretense of trying to be quiet. There was no way to hide what we were doing now if someone walked in and his need to cum and my need for him to cum now fully outweighed any fear of being caught. He grunted and fucked away at my mouth. His left hand tightened harder on my head, gripping my hair at the same time. He fucked hard and fast and right as he let out a pretty loud growl, he quickly pulled his cock completely out of my throat and mouth and stroked it furiously at my face. He exploded almost immediately and several large spurts of hot cum splashed against my cheeks, forehead, lips, chin and even my right eye. The unexpected facial felt so dirty and naughty that it elevated the entire situation to another level. I sat there, stunned as his cum dripped down my face. He pushed his cock through my lips and I clamped down again, immediately swirling my tongue around the head and licking up any remaining cum that dribbled from his tip and was pushed in off of my lips. His was no longer rock solid, but it was still engorged. He stopped his thrusting and let me suck on his beautiful, tasty cock. I was allowed to do so for a minute or so before he disappointingly pulled himself out of me. He slipped his dick back into his pants, zipped up, secured the button and fastened his belt into place. I sat motionless as he did, disappointed that I could no longer see his penis. I moved my hands up to start removing some of the large load that he had sprayed on my face and he leaned down quickly and grabbed my wrists. "No," he said. "Leave it there. Get up and sit next to me." I just looked at him through my one open eye and just... obeyed. I got off my knees and sat next to him. He leaned in and whispered to me, "You can clean your face off when we get back to my house." So many things became apparent at that very moment: I was going to have to walk through the lobby with my face covered in cum. He was in complete control of me. He wasn't done with me. I was harder than I had could ever remember being in my entire life. |
1996: More fucking around in Bosnia I wasn't the only one to feel short of sex. Karin wasn't overall joyful about my sexcapades with Claire, but as I said, she was very understanding. So had I to be too... My wonderful wife wasn't only sheepishly aware of my needings, she was also well conscious of her own ones. It happened in early February. I had been fucking Claire's ass just a couple of times, nothing you could call a relationship at all, when Karin told me about this guy. You know, it was the typical old Karin type: unemployed, ponytailed, skinny, politically an extremist and intellectually a sponge. The type that ends up placing bombs in front of newspapers or sharing dope under a bridge. "But he is so much a nice guy," she insisted, "He red all the Russian classics, and likes my same music... Reminds me of the old times..." Right. Sometime I really wondered how Karin fell in love with me, considering the types she was normally felt attracted to. I felt almost insulted... "But my love: I don't want to replace you, or have a flirt... I just want to fuck him, and then dump him." OK. Fine. But please, do it with somebody who cares about washing and carries no illnesses... That was the proof she was keeping her word, and the very spirit of our agreement: she discarded the ponytailed terrorist-to-be, as I asked her. Two days later, she told me she had a date with a policeman. What could I say: he was clean, honest, almost a colleague; and not a real danger at all, considering he was 25 years old, and Karin was soon going to be 37. Young, enthusiast, reliable, and a little bit immature. "He's so cute!" Karin said on the phone, "He was embarrassed to hear I was married to a soldier overseas, and thought it was not fair to date with me... I had to explain our agreement, and still was unconvinced." "So how did you talk him into dating this evening?" I asked. Giggle: "Well, I didn't exactly talk him into it... I did as you told me: I showed a little more of my legs and cooed a bit." "You haven't lost your touch, have you?" I was almost proud of my wife, for her capability to seduce such a younger stud. "You know I was an amateur even when I was a professional," she protested, clearly relived that I was not mad, "It's so easy with you guys!" I know it is. I was so proud to see how other men were looking at her when we were walking along the streets... Her wonderful legs, slender, nerved and always tanned were constantly catching the eye of virtually every male in the neighbourhood... Blond hair and blue eyes only helped, and her ballerina catwalk was adding class and seduction to an already crushing presence. I missed her so much! "So, you have an appointment this evening?" "Yep. He will pick me up at the metro... I don't want him to know where we live, nor my phone number." "He can get the handy..." I offered. "I gave it to him already. We will get to a restaurant I hope, and then to a club. If he doesn't prove to be a jerk, I plan to end up at his place... Is that okay with you?" Was it? I knew I could stop her if I wanted... And I did want it. But it wouldn't be fair, and I knew she needed sex as much as I did. "My love, enjoy yourself... He sounds like a good boy, and you deserve some fun too. Just promise to be careful." Giggle: "Don't worry, my love. I know the game, remember?" My heart soared. "I love you..." I whispered. "And I love you... I have the most loving and understanding husband in the world." Sarajevo was a mess. The Serbs had left en masse, and set fire to all what they could: they knew they would never come back to the suburbs we forced them to vacate... But on the other end, it had been them who invented the ethnic cleansing four years before, right? Mostar was slowly improving instead: even the most extremists had understood that in the end Bosniaks and Croats had to live together if they wanted to stand against the Serbs. Freedom of Movement was still a dream, but at least there were no checkpoints anymore in the Neretva city. Maybe because the Spanish Army forcefully removed them. I was just back from another patrol along the Neretva valley, when I found Karin's letter, with the full, detailed account of her night out with Giancarlo. *** My love, here I am. Here is my little dirty and kinky story, as I promised. We agreed to total openness and transparency, so I will not hide anything to you... I only hope not to wound you in any way, because you don't deserve it. You are the most understanding and fair husband a woman can hope to find, and I love you so dearly. It was such a nice and cosy evening... Nothing nearly so intense in feelings or physically exciting like the ones we have together, but we are so far away from each other at the moment! This had to be just fun, not love. And fun it was all right! It was so long since I tried last to seduce a stranger... Do you remember? It was in Amsterdam, and I was even late to out first date... Okay. I tried to put into practice all what I learned about you guys in the last years, and also what you always tell me about it. So, I dressed up, exaggerating with my makeup, wore high heels, thigh-high black stockings, my black leather miniskirt, a white blouse with scarf to protect my neck (damn it's cold here...), and the short fur coat. I know you would like it... I also wore plenty of bijoux, but left real jewellery at home, you never know. All in all, I believe I looked like a high- class whore. I know what you are thinking... That's what I used to be. But I didn't look like one, did I? My problem was another one: I was cold. The fur arrived just at the level of the skirt hem, so my legs were naked, but for the stockings. Why on heart a girl needs always to be cold in order to get a good screw? Anyway. I arrived at the bar next to the Metro station with ten minutes delay, just enough to make him wait a bit but not so much later to upset him. He was there, in a nice jacket and tie, he was so cute! Why aren't you more often in jacket and tie? Gosh he was young. I felt like a paedophile! I hope I wasn't ridiculous next to him. He was ever so happy to see me, gave me lots of compliments on my look, and he specifically admired my legs... So: yes, being cold did pay off. He had a nice Alfa Romeo parked nearby, and drove me to the centre, in an area I had not been before. When he stopped the engine, I took the lead: I grabbed him by his nice tie and pulled him to me; I stamped a kiss on his lips, making him feel my tongue, and then I let go of him before he could take advantage of it. I smiled and left the car, just offering him a good flash of my thighs, including the garter of the stockings and the black triangle of my knickers. Now he knew he was not in control, and I felt more confident. We walked down one of those pedestrian streets where there are bars and restaurants of all possible types, and we ended up at one of the most expansive. Wow, the boy was really going to treat me! We sat at a small corner table, and I placed myself across the table corner, so my knee was in contact with his, and the crowd in the room was behind us. I asked for fish and an expansive white wine, which he quickly agreed without hesitation, and soon we were chatting away. Apart from music, we had very few interests in common, so I just asked him about himself and let him speak... It always works with men of any age: they believe their life is an exciting story. If he only knew mine... Nothing especially interesting about him: average background, average culture, average income, interesting job, and no attachments (or so he claims, but I don't care anyway). He is tall and thin, but muscled enough. Quite rough in the face, thick black hair, strong lines and deep black eyes, very expressive. Raul Bova type, only rougher and taller. An attractive young guy for your hungry, slutty wife. I enjoyed the meal, appreciated the company, but I wanted to get laid. Only, the young stud didn't dare to take the initiative. Something was blocking him, I can't say weather it was our age difference, the fact I was married, or what. His stories were quite okay, but I started laughing at them more and more, making him believe I was getting a bit tipsy... I imagine I could easily outdrink him if I wanted, but I wanted him in good shape for later. Curious enough, he asked me about you, and weather I was embarrassed to be out with him. I laughed again, this time heartily, and told him you knew perfectly I was there with him. He looked puzzled, so I just told him straight away that we agreed to have some freedom as long as we were so far apart, thus implying I was ready and available. This seemed to give him courage, and he suddenly decided it was time to pay and change atmosphere. We ended up in a kind of house music pub... Something you would hate! I loved it. Music was so good that for a while I considered to dump him and just stay there and enjoy the atmosphere. Then I thought better, and just started provoking him. We sat at the counter, on the high chairs, and I offered him some VERY good show of my legs, up to the garter and further. The problem was, he wasn't the only one to enjoy the sight, and other males started staring at me and offering drinks and even a dance. This pissed him soon, and finally dared to drive me to the centre to dance. Again I provoked him with my movements and jumps: I wasn't in the Dutch National Ballet for nothing... I rubbed myself against him, and then jumped away, just showing him my butt and legs, and then I was again on him, over and over again... He could not resist for long, his hardon was evident, and other men started being really on to me. You guys down here can be so much on top of a poor girl who just loves music! At a certain moment, when a very good sound was just over, he just grabbed me strong and kissed me full on the mouth. At last! I pushed my whole body on him and kissed back, offering him my tongue to suck and my butt to fondle, while I caressed his hair and scratched his neck. He was ripe, and I was ready to leave to his place. It didn't take long. It was two at night, and traffic wasn't so bad anymore. His bachelor flat was a real mess, just like yours when I met you... Only less rich in books and pictures on the walls, and with a lot of CDs next to his stereo. He took just a minute to select one and get his giant stereo to play. A moment later we were dancing and kissing again, only this time we were alone, and his big hands were much more daring... He started again fondling my butt through my nice leather miniskirt (is that really SO good? You guys are all so mad for it!) while suckling my tongue, then he squeezed my poor small titties and started unbuttoning my blouse. In two seconds, he had my bare chest available, and started thwacking my erected nipples. Hmmm... I like when guys play with my nipples! I showed how much I liked it, by biting him on his neck. He didn't mind some rough play, and while still playing with one tit with one hand, he went down with the other, and started lifting my skirt hem. Easy job, it's so short! I was excited, but fully in control. I enjoyed his hand on my crotch, pressing on my clit through the thin tissue of my knickers, and went back on his mouth to kiss him full mouth. He started slowly masturbating me in that standing position, but he was clearly uncomfortable like that: I suppose I was the tallest girl he ever got, and that wasn't making things easy for my young lover... Finally he got guts to remove my knickers, first slipping them aside, and so getting able to feel my soft bush, and then pulling them roughly down. I immediately felt his fingers opening my labia and slipping in. I shivered. It was so long since the last time you did me! He felt my pleasure and took a taste in fingering me. But I still had the knickers around my knees, and that was not comfortable. So I just pushed him back, forcing him to sit down on his own bed. I made a wicked smile pulling out my panties, and fell on my knees, right between his legs: it was time to get serious. I quickly opened his fly and got his cock free. I know what you want to know now. You boys always want to know the size, and believe that's important to us too... It's not all so important, but ok, I'll tell you: I took note just to be able to report to you. He was just above standard; smoother and slightly longer than you, and a bit thinner. Very much bended up, like a proper banana. The kind of cock a slutty girl could consider getting in her ass, if you know what I mean! For me, what was important was that he was clean, hard and got a nice male smell; in this respect, he was not so different from you. Now, what I hoped to find similar to you, and that is really important for a girl, was his resistance. But that was something to test, and not to see... I stroked it a few seconds to harden it up, looking him straight into his amazed eyes, and then I gobbled him into my mouth. You know it: blowjobs are not my speciality. I am not so sensitive in my mouth, and I prefer ten times to get eaten up rather than to give head myself, but guys love it, and sometimes (like now!) they do need it to step forward... So I did my best. I must have improved, because he soon started moaning his appreciation and caressing my hair while trying to force me into his favourite rhythm... I don't like to be pushed, but I let him get his way, since his cock was getting nicely stiff and ready. Giancarlo really tried to fuck me between my ears, pulling my hair to force his cockhead into my throat, but I suppose I was a little too expert for him, so I just moved his mushroom out of my lips and started lapping the shaft instead, until he gave up trying to manoeuvre me, and only then I got him in the mouth again. Hmmm... He tasted nice, my young stud! I could have considered eating him off straight away, but my pussy had its requirements, so I let go of him and stood, to get rid of my now useless garments. Music was still on, so I improvised a strip-tease at the rhythm of that nice house sound... I admit it's not the best combination (it's a bit TOO wild!), but it worked nicely: in a heartbeat, I stood naked on my heels: my hairy golden pussy was a centimetre from his nose, and his cock was as stiff as I left him before stripping. The sight and perfume of my body drove him mad, and in a split second he was naked too, ready for use. I jumped on him, bottoming him down on his own bed, and started rubbing myself on his hard naked body, enjoying his erection against my flat belly. We kissed passionately a few minutes, rolling around on his bachelor bed (how many young girlies had he laid there, before getting laid himself by this Dutch Threat?), until I pinned him down and sat up, riding him. It was the moment: I rose on my knees, grabbed his scimitar (that was what it looked like), rubbed the head amongst my rebel hair until I found my slit, and then I just sat on him, swallowing him into my cunt. "Oohhh..." I panted, "Yes, deep... Deep... Hmmm, it's soooo good!" He grabbed my swaying breasts and squeezed them again, rubbing my nipples as I started riding him hard, trying to feel him with all the walls of my pussy. I was fucking him, not vice versa: I was in full control, choosing speed, rhythm and style of our fuck. He tried to get some control: left of my breasts and grabbed my hips, trying to force his tempo, but my ballerina legs and sides were far stronger than his hands, and I went away on my own favourite rhythm... I didn't care to please him: I wanted my orgasm, it was long overdue. It didn't take long; I must have been really hungry. I grabbed my own tits and started playing with my nipples, while he caressed and fondled my buttocks, and his cock was moving nicely and hard inside my belly. I felt it quite deep into myself, caressing and teasing all those regions that hadn't been touched since far too long. I started panting faster and faster, feeling it coming... And suddenly, there it was! "Oohhh, shit!" I screamed, "Yes! Yesssssss.... Ah! Aaaahhhhh..." My pussy contracted so nicely on him, squeezing his cock as if to milk him... But he was so nice not to cum yet. I was all sweating after my long due climax. I bended over to him and French- kissed him deep, to thank him for the pleasure he just gave me. I felt his hands on my buttocks, while I rubbed my tits on his hairy chest, kissing him dry. His cock was still pumping into me, and he was finally in charge, fucking my satisfied but still very willing body. We went on a few more minutes, kissing and fucking with me up and him screwing me upwards, until I felt him tremble and swelling inside me. I jumped off him, grabbing his cock in my long fingers, and started jerking him mercilessly, just like the porn stars of your favourite dirty movies... And like in those movies, he suddenly shot his load up onto my face, splashing his sticky cum on my chin, cheeks and hair. "Oohhh..." he panted heavily, "Oh, yes... Yesssssss!" I didn't swallow him: that's one of the things I'm not going to do whit other men, like letting them cum inside me or doing anal. These are our perversions... We laid there naked for a while, cuddling and resting, and then I watched the time. Four in the morning. "Honey," I said, "I've got to go." "Uh?" he looked dizzy and puzzled: "Why don't you stay to the morning? We can have a late breakfast, and then..." "I'd love it, darling, but I have my dog at home waiting for me..." He was pretty pissed about that, I had to make an effort not to laugh. But of course, Ysa was far more important to me than him. Especially once I had gotten what I wanted! Giancarlo took me home all right, and just before leaving him I lifted back his mood, French-kissing him again. "Hmmm... That was so nice, darling. I really enjoyed the evening and the night. We may do it again if you like." He looked surprised: the poor boy thought I was dumping him: "Are you serious? Can I call you back?" "Sure," I said: "My husband will not be back for a while, and until then, I will be free and available for fun... But for that only. It must be very clear, Giancarlo: this is going to be just sex, and nothing more. If you are looking for something serious, look somewhere else." "Shit. I wouldn't mind having something serious with you," he sighed, "But if I can get more of what we did this night, I won't lose it!" "Good boy!" I said, "Behave, and we will have some more fun the coming weeks!" I kissed him goodbye and left the car, giving him a last glimpse of my thighs before disappearing in the night. I was home in a matter of minutes, and Ysa was all so happy to see me. We took a quick walk together, and then we went back to sleep. So, my love, this was my wild night out. What do you think about it? I actually plan to do it again... Not too often, but often enough not to get crazy for the lack of sex. But if you say stop, I will. I love you. More than ever. Karin. *** Mostar was getting quieter. They stopped shooting to each other, and started playing hard at the media game. This was somehow more civilised. I started liaising also with the EU Police that was trying to administer justice in the divided city and to reunite the two distinct ethnic Police services that had developed on the two banks of the Neretva River. The head of the EU Police was Dutch, with a German Chief of Staff and a Carabinieri as Chief Operations. There were also Spanish Guardia Civil, Austrian and French Gendarmerie and English Bobbies. Quite a Babel Tower. The centre of social life in Mostar was the Ero Hotel: a strange, modern building built by EU in the very centre of the devastated area at the very centre of the city: it was built as a hotel with a restaurant, because the idea was to sell it when it was not needed anymore as the HQ of the EU Administration. Until then, it was to be the core of the International Community within the city. It was there that I met Anja. Anja was a Marinechaussee Sergeant, part of the EU Police establishment. She was gorgeous. I was not capable to say much in Dutch, but it didn't need more than a "Hallo", and "How do you do" to start, since it was far more than anybody else could muster. I offered her a coffee, and we just happened to see each other for a few days in a row there, so we became kind of acquaintances. I spoke to Karin about her. Strange enough, she didn't like her. Who knows why, my wife was ready to let me screw Claire as much as I wanted, but didn't have me even to take a dinner with Anja. Maybe because she was Dutch? Or because I mentioned she was quite pretty? I never came to understand it, and I suppose it wasn't so important... Anyway, an agreement is an agreement, and I stuck to my word. I never fucked Anja, nor I ever had dinner with her. Hell, I don't ever know weather I could ever manage to get on her! I kept on fucking Claire every now and then, and Karin saw Giancarlo average once a month, just enough to satisfy our overriding hormones. We never missed informing each other about our sexcapades, and we never felt bad about it. I came to terms with the idea that my wife was fucking someone else in my absence (it was far better than thinking that someone else was fucking my wife in my absence: knowing she was in full control helped a lot), as long as I was aware of that: no deceit, no cheating. We both had tested our veto power, saw it worked, and we felt pretty safe about our partner's feelings. I was the first to loose my wartime partner. Claire was being repatriated. It wasn't a nice thing, and I don't mean about myself. Somebody had written her husband that she had being cheating on him quite regularly (even if apparently nobody knew the screwer was me), and he had been mad. There had been a number of calls between New Caledonia and Paris, not to mention New Caledonia and Former Yugoslavia, and as a result they were both heeding back to France to avoid a scandal that, apparently, French press would have loved (our one would not give a damn about something like that). Claire was quite ashamed of the whole story, also because somebody at their HQ leaked it out, and half the base was talking about it. Plus, because of them both coming back from overseas, they were going to loose a lot of money. "My commander is furious with me, not because of my indiscretion, but because I am leaving," she told me when we met at the canteen: "It will not be easy to replace me quickly. If I knew who was the bastard who wrote my husband in first place..." "Claire, I'm sorry. I am really embarrassed, I didn't mean to damage you," I said, feeling uneasy about the whole story, "I really hate it. I only swear you I kept it absolutely private about the two of us." "I know. Why should you bust us up? No, this was somebody who couldn't take a no for an answer, I know it..." Hmmm... I really had no idea who could have been the asshole. But I took a mental note to enquire about it. "I'll leave tomorrow. And if I know my loving husband, I'll be divorced within six months. Not so bad anyway, not now that I know what a lousy lover he is..." Claire smiled a sad, wicked smile. I smiled too, within myself: the cuckold wasn't going to appreciate the new fire within his wife's sexual drive, not for sure... Nor the new, enlarged size of her sphincter! "So, we are going to get a last chance this night," Claire smiled again, this time with no sadness and lots of wickedness: "Are you going to come and see me after dinner?" Of course I was. That evening I was hanging around the containers, waiting for the right moment to sneak into Claire's, when I stumbled into Fabianne and the group of boys she was regularly screwing. They were sitting outside her container, smoking and chatting. I didn't care much about them, and walked through, as if I was going towards the public telephones area (Italian Telecom had set up civilian phones everywhere in the area, and calling from Former Yugoslavia was as expensive as calling from Bari). As I mentioned early, I can't claim my French is nearly as good as my English, but still it is far better than our cousins beloved. That's why they didn't stop bubbling when I came through, and that's how I got the meaning of their small talk. As you may guess, they were talking about Claire's affair. They weren't the only ones; that was the camp story. But from a few words, I understood they knew something more about it than most people around. For that reason, I turned around the container and stopped in a dark corner next to the toilet. I don't smoke, but a cigarette is always a good excuse to hang around, so I enlightened one and pretended to enjoy it as I listened. Fabianne was a bit tipsy and the others were trying to make her talk. She was basically throwing shit at Claire for her bossing attitude as the eldest female in the camp and for her having criticised her "open" attitude towards boys. "The bitch. At least, I'm not married nor engaged... Who cares who I am sleeping with, as long it is off-duty and with colleagues?" she was more or less saying. The boys, who were the ones she was sleeping with, agreed understandingly. "I mean! Who is she to tell me I behave like a whore? At least, I do it only with other French! She should mind her own papers and try to keep her mouth closed when she fucks somebody in her container..." "But, did you hear her talking to her lover?" one of the guys probed. Fabianne laughed: "Hear her? Ah! The slut was yelling as the bitch on heat she is... There wasn't much talking, I tell you. But that little, it was in English." "In English? You mean her lover isn't one of us?" "Ah! Would you speak in a foreign language while making love, if you didn't need to?" "But, are you sure?" "I am sure! I can't understand English, but I can recognize it. They were talking English." Fuck. The little whore overheard us... I did think Claire was being a bit too loud when she came. "Which nationality was him?" "Uh! Italian, Spanish, Portuguese... Who knows? Not French for sure." "How many times you heard that?" "Two or three... It was my duty to inform her husband, wasn't it?" "For sure. I would have informed the Commander too." "No. He would think I do it as revenge..." "You're right. Better to leave the small idiot alone, isn't it?" Laughing. "OK guys, there is nobody around, and I feel a bit lonely... What about giving me some company?" I heard enough. Claire was furious when I told her. She wanted to run out to carve Fabianne eyes out of her skull, but I managed to restrain her. Rather, I offered to help her to exact some revenge out of the little wench. About two hours later, we posted ourselves out of the container in which Fabianne was getting gangbanged. We actually had to wait quite a long time, but eventually the nurse came out and stumbled towards her own quarters. Claire came out of the shadow and quickly joined her. The young girl was still tipsy and by now also quite worn out. She didn't offer much resistance when Claire offered her excuses for having been tough at her in the past and offered her a drink in her container. It really sounded like, now that she was leaving, the Captain didn't want to have bad feelings behind. I followed them to Claire's lodgement keeping a low profile, and went to the open window to hear what was happening inside. Claire had the girl drink more... I recalled there was a good bottle of Cognac in her small fridge, and when I finally got in called by Claire, it was half empty. Claire's glass was still full, and so was Fabianne. The cheeky goose was feeling no pain and could hardly see me. The light was off, so there were no chances she could spot who I was. Claire locked the door and the window, and then helped me with her friend. Fabianne made no resistance when we started undressing her: just a few muffled protests and unconvinced moans came out of her mouth when we placed her on Claire's bed, stripped naked and ready to be feasted on like a turkey at Christmas. She wasn't a nice display: her partners hadn't been kind to her. She had bite marks all over the body, and dry cum was staining her hair and skin. More cum, still quite fresh, was oozing and trickling out from both her bruised and abused holes. Just what you would expect from a freshly gangbanged gal. We undressed too and reached our guest partner on the bed. Claire had been freshly fucked too, and it was quite funny for her to place her dripping and sticky cunt on Fabianne's face, forcing the girl to eat her first creampie. Her mouth muffled by Claire's lush bush, she couldn't scream when I went on her breasts and started biting her nipples... She jumped instead, and Claire enjoyed her revenge squeezing her thighs around the girl's head and forcing her to lick my sperm out of her sloppy pussy. Fabianne's cunt was shaven and freely leaking mixed fluids from half a dozen unknown guys, so I didn't feel like fucking her. Rather, I stood and offered my cock to Claire's eager mouth. I did cum twice less than an hour earlier, so my French lover had to display her best art to revitalize me, but by now she was at her best as far as fellatio capabilities are concerned, and I was quickly ready for her. "I don't want you to fuck the whore," Claire hissed to me, lying down on top of the other female; "Fuck me instead, hard and deep!" She was offering to be entered from behind, and I didn't miss my target. "Ouch!" Claire panted as my rod sank into her moist flesh: "Hmmm... Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard... Harder... Harder... Oh, yeah!" I grabbed her hips and started fucking her doggie-style, while she resumed French-kissing Fabianne in her mouth. The two girls' naked bodies were clenched at each others, bouncing over the bed at my fucking tempo. I had unloaded shortly before, so I could go on for a while, and I did. I went on ramming into Claire until she let go of Fabianne's mouth to toss her head and pant: "Uuhhh... Yeah. Yeah! Fuck my butt, now. Fuck my... Aawww!!!" She didn't need to repeat it: I pulled out of her sloppy cunt and slammed myself into her sticky asshole, still leaking my previous cumload. Her sphincter hadn't closed yet, so my cock sank into the woman's bowels without any problem. Mashed under Claire's recoiling body, Fabianne gasped and groaned at the rhythm of the sodomization, until the elder woman closed back her mouth with another wet kiss. I started getting tired of this, and my poor dick was sore by now. I wasn't going to last much more, and Claire felt it. She stopped kissing her "friend" and looked back at me: "Aahhh... Cum now! Cum inside my ass... Fill me!" Again, she didn't need to say it again. I drove into her reaching bottom and released myself deep into Claire's rectum, stuffing it with the second cumload of the night. "Aahhh..." she whined, "Oh yesss... I feel it... Hmmm..." I felt like cumming inside her for ages, but it must have been raw seconds before I collapsed on her sweaty back. I popped out of Claire's abused asshole and rolled on the side, while she quickly rose on her feet and turned around. With a swift motion, she squatted over Fabianne's upturned face, opened up her ass checks and let go a gush of cum directly on her open mouth. The girl jumped but couldn't avoid the second spurt, which landed on her check and eye, less even the last, long trickle which stained her hair and neck. When Claire rose again on her feet, Fabianne's face was all smeared with sticky cum out of the other woman's ass. "Well, honey," Claire grinned, leaving the bed: "Now you can go!" Fabianne was found half an hour later by the guards, while she was stumbling amongst the male quarters. She was completely drunk, naked and all covered in dirty sperm. Her clothes were found under the container where she had been gangbanged earlier that night, and a quick test showed full compatibility between part of the cum smeared over her body and the sperm of the men living inside it. By the time Claire arrived in France, Fabianne and her friends were in deep shit. When Karin heard of my threesome – however quite an incomplete one – she felt it was fair enough to organize something like that for herself too. She told Giancarlo she wanted to do two men at once, and the poor guy was told to find a friend for her to fuck. According to the story I got from Karin, Giancarlo wasn't so eager to share her with another guy, but faced with the threat to be dumped on the spot he agreed to find another guy for her. As I expected, it ended up being a colleague of his. They treated her with a hectic night out that ended up as expected at Giancarlo's place, where my lovely wife dried their nuts up and left them spent and spoiled for good to any other girl. But I'll left the story to her, as she duly reported in her last letter. *** I admit it: I was in for something kinky that night. I knew I was in full control of Giancarlo, and through him of his friend Luigi. This last guy was smaller, more rounded and overall less attractive, but ended up having quite a better cock, which poor Giancarlo couldn't know. I managed to have them nicely buzzed up during the evening, while I just simulated my drunkenness after a few drinks like the other times with Giancarlo; we put on some soft music, drank some more bubbles, softened the lights in the living room, and when I was satisfied with the atmosphere, I decided to start the party with a striptease. I'm pretty good at that by now, you'll see soon! My men were as horny as rabbits in a matter of minutes, naked, standing and ready for use. First of all, I wanted them sitting next to each other on the sofa, in order to give them a stereo blowjob. I have seen in on the movies, and always wanted to try it out. It was great! The two cocks of theirs were so different from each other that the sensation of the fellatio was just redoubled. Hmmm... They were clean, young and healthy, and so ready for me! I deepthroated both of them in turns, enjoying both the smoothness and the curve of Giancarlo's rod and the roughness and stiffness of Luigi's, and went on until I felt the salty taste of Giancarlo's precum; that was a warning signal, so I stopped and changed game. Since Luigi was the guest, he got the honour of the first pussy. I climbed over him, straddling on the couch over him, and I impaled myself on his stiff pole. Hmmm... It was quite thicker than Giancarlo's, and actually also than yours. Longer, too... And almost as hard! I felt it at the mouth of my womb, and it felt great! I moaned my satisfaction and started riding him, making quite a noisy show about it. It must have been quite unnerving for Giancarlo, since after a few minutes he climbed over the couch and fed me with his cock to muffle my yells of pleasure. Hell, that was his home we were screwing in, so I thought it just decent to oblige, and started blowing him as I rode his friend. That lasted quite a while I must say, and none of them looked ready to cum, so I readily agreed when Giancarlo suggested to swap position. I laid on all fours on the |
couch like the bitch I am, and while I gave head to Luigi, Giancarlo took me doggy-style. Hmmm... There is nothing to do, being accustomed to a cock helps a lot. And I am pretty much accustomed to Giancarlo's by now. I gobbled Luigi's thicker bone and started blowing him hard, with mutual satisfaction. Again, the ride lasted quite long. Do you remember our threesome in the castle, back in Norchia? Well, this one was almost as good... And much more comfortable! At least, we were screwing in a living room instead on the dirt! Again, it was Giancarlo the first to reach the edge. Lover, I am so sorry, but I forgot to tell you I run short of condoms, and lately I have been screwing Giancarlo without protection. Anyway, I wasn't going to run any risk and as I felt his twitching dangerously I pulled him off and grabbed his shaft into my left hand while kept on blowing Luigi with the right one. Wow, a stereo blowjob! My two males started groaning like elephants as I alternated sucking their mushrooms, and finally Giancarlo exploded onto my chest. I had planned to have the two of them shooting at the same time, each over one of my nipples, but my lover failed me and spurted all across my chest while his friend was still valiantly resisting my hardcore kisses. Well, I will have to try again another time. The feeling was beautiful anyway: I felt Giancarlo's hot, sticky sperm leaking down my tits while I was deepthroating his better endowed friend. So naughty! Luigi let it go quite suddenly: I tasted his precum, and as I swallowed it he groaned deeply. I barely had the time to let go of his cock, and the first shot caught me on the neck. The ensuing burst of cum splashed all over my chest, washing away Giancarlo's poor jism and creaming my tits like never before. Quite some sperm started dripping on the carpet, but I didn't care: I was too busy sucking Luigi's cockhead of its remaining nectar, while jerking Giancarlo with my hand. I managed to swallow my new lover's last spurts, and then I kept blowing him hard. Soon I realized that, while Giancarlo was rapidly deflating in my left hand, Luigi was stiffening back in my gorge, promising some extra action. With a moan of satisfaction, I let go for good of Giancarlo and started blowing his friend for all I was worth with both hands and with all the remaining energy of my abused throat. I was on my knees in front of the hairy guy since a while by now, and my legs started hurting (I am not as young as my mates, I am afraid...), so I thought it time to change game once more. Anyway, Luigi was sporting a raging erection, and looked more than ready for some ruthless usage of his valiant tool... I laid back on the couch, spreading my legs open and pulling Luigi on top of me to get a decent fuck right in the face of my (by now quite frustrated) lover. The young policeman stabbed me with a grunt of animal satisfaction, making me yell, and started fucking me for all he was worth. I clenched him with my legs, planted my stiletto heels into the back of his muscled thighs, and pulled him to me, to French kiss him full-mouth. I felt his hairy chest splashing my cum-coated breasts, and the sticky sensation of the sperm smearing all over me sent me over the edge. I howled my orgasm, convulsing under his thrusts as he fucked me through my climax, and the poor sofa creaked dangerously under our combined assault. Cumming so outrageously in front of my lover and over his favourite couch under the ferocious ramming of his friend, was such a turn-on that I kept cumming and cumming for at least a full minute, screaming my throat out. Hmmm, I felt such a slut! I really enjoyed my threesome, my love... Giancarlo enjoyed it much less, I am afraid. I suppose it asks for a lot of complicity, trust and understanding from your lover, to share such an experience with mutual pleasure. Not all partners can be as good as you are, my love. But you're being back soon, right? Anyway, I could sense Giancarlo's discomfort while his friend was fucking me senseless on his own sofa, and I must admit I enjoyed the ramming even more knowing he was fuming watching at us and hearing my screams of pleasure. Eventually, Luigi reached himself the point of no return, and I had to kick him out, as I had the feeling he wouldn't mind cumming inside me... The valiant guy groaned once more, pulled on his knees and jerked off between my wide-open thighs, until with a final roar of male satisfaction he emptied his last load over me, spreading long, warm and sticky ropes of cum all across my stomach. I laughed, coating my fingers with this additional cumload, smearing it all over my belly and mixing it with the previous, larger load which still coated by breasts... You will find my skin all fresh and soft, my love, with all the natural body cream I have been using these days. And it was all for free! Luigi laughed too, admiring the mess I was, while Giancarlo complained that his precious sofa was getting stained by all the cum I was leaking from my ravaged body... So that was the end of my wild night out. Giancarlo was pretty pissed but tried not to show it while driving me home together with his friend sitting on the rear seat. He was just unusually silent. Before leaving them at the underground station, I kissed him lovingly on the check, while I gave Luigi my tongue for a hot French kiss... I had decided already to dump Giancarlo for his better endowed friend, and I wanted to make it clear for both of them. The evening after, Giancarlo called me at home. He was all tensed, asking me out for the coming weekend, but I cut him short telling him I was busy already with Luigi. That has been the last time I have heard of poor Giancarlo. I am a bitch, am I not? I actually saw Luigi on Saturday evening, and we had some sex on the rear seat of his car, but it wasn't as exciting as I had hoped. Basically, he is quite a valiant lover, but isn't as handsome as Giancarlo, and has no style at all. His car was small and smelly and his choice of restaurant and club was quite poor. No fun; and no second chance. My love, I got enough of enjoying my freedom... I just want you back. My love, come back. Spring is breaking out: all the hills are flowering... And my bed is so cold! I'm waiting for you... Karin *** The first, major sweep in Pale took place in May. A full battalion of the 8th Bersaglieri Regiment surrounded and secured the town, as our Military Police, our Special Forces and some British SAS from the NATO HQ in Sarajevo swept the houses. The Serbs were pretty pissed with us, but neither Dr. Karadzic nor Gen. Mladic, the most wanted war criminals of the Balkans, was found. Quite a number of smaller fish were arrested though, and sent to The Hague for trial. I was as usual acting as a liaison at the operational HQ, and saw no real action. That was, anyway, my last important experience in Bosnia for the time being. The turnover had started at April already for the most exposed combat units; privileged guys like me, who slept in containers rather than in tents, had six-months turn; June was my time to go back home, and it was quite nice being aware that we were leaving a place in Europe that looked ten times better than the one we found in December the year before. My bags in a pile near the entrance door in a room used as a waiting room in Mostar Airport, I was waiting for the Hercules due to take me back home. It was a beautiful late spring day in the Balkans, and it was weeks since the last time I heard a shot in the air. I was going home to my beautiful wife, and couldn't be happier... Or so I thought. "Roberto!" I heard a well-known voice calling me. "Claire! What the hell..." There were a lot of people around. We shook hands with a knowing smile, and I saw she was in very good shape, slimmer and happier than I remembered her. We got a coffee at the small Italian canteen at the Divisional HQ, and there I got the story. Claire's hubbie had been fuming in Paris, waiting for his unfaithful wife and getting lots of shit by everybody for her indiscretion, when reports came in about Fabianne's case. The guy knew exactly who the nurse was, and as he got the report about her outrageous case, all his anger disappeared. Clearly, she had mounted the entire story about Claire to cover up her own habits. When my friend had arrived, his attitude had totally changed; Claire found the most apologetic and submitted of the husbands, all too keen to get forgiveness from his enraged wife. How could he believe in such outrageous stories about her? How could he doubt about her? It must have been because of the distance... He was so sorry! So ashamed... Could she ever forgive his stupid jealousy? Claire played the outraged wife and insinuated that his suspicions came from his own behaviour: he was the one living in Polynesia after all... The poor guy had flushed and clumsily denied any charge, turning into a carpet for her to clean her boots with. Claire's chain of Command shared her husband's point of view, and Fabianne ended up taking all the blame, while the two reconciliated spouses had been sent back to their overseas assignments. "So far, so good," Claire concluded her story with a wicked smile. "And so, is your husband back to the Pacific?" I asked with a much more innocent grin. "Oh, he is the most submitted and faithful of the husbands, I assure you," Claire smiled confidently. "The cuckold doesn't imagine I'll dump him as soon as we will be back to France both of us... He actually tried to bed me while in Paris, but we had separate rooms, and I just let him out in the cold. The upsetting thing is that now I'll have better to behave as long as I stay here... I grinned: "So it's good I'm heading home..." "It is. For both of us, I suppose. Give a hug to your wife from me, and tell her she's a damn lucky woman." I smiled: "No. I'm a damn lucky man." Claire laughed: "Whatever. I'm just happy I'm not your downstairs neighbour... The poor guy will not sleep much the next nights!" Our laughs went covered by the roar of the Norwegian Air Force C-130 from NATO HQ in Naples, landing on the short runway of Mostar Airbase. I was going home. I have been sucked into the thrill and excitement of the Twilight saga. Maybe'sucked' isn't the most appropriate word, but it's true. Although I found many faults in the first two books, I was inclined to continue reading to see what exactly happens. This book is written very similarly to the other books and thus each twist and turn in the plot just moves the story to the intended ending. We know that eventually Bella will become a vampire and in some twisted method, the author, who is a Mormon, has decided that she needs to imbed some religious morality into her story. Bella would like to have sex with Edward. She is devastated when Edward continues to push her away. The characters seem to be behaving opposite to the social norm. Shouldn't it be the male in the relationship who is begging for sex while the female is adamant about staying pure? Either way it creates a weird situation that cannot be forgotten as the story continues. In this book, the struggle involves the third of the traveling vampires, Victoria. The two books ended with the demise of their leader, James, and then Laurent. This time the fight includes the werewolves of La Push and as all romance stories go, the good guys win. The problem, of course, is that the fight scene seems to just be filler for what is coming next. There is a very interesting scene which needs to be discussed an explained. The scene consists of Bella and Edward in a tent in the forest. It is wintertime and Bella is near hypothermic. Edward, like all vampires, is cold so is trying to stay away from her. Finally, Jacob, the large man beast of a werewolf enters and Bella happily cuddles with him. This is definitely a confusing moment because although we know that Bella in the end chooses Edward, we are given what would be a great sexual tension situation. Instead, it is awkward and funny. Edward is helpless as the love of his endless life cuddles with a werewolf, and Bella is comforted by the fact that Jacob is still the same person she met when she first moved to the tiny town of Forks, Washington. Stephenie Meyer wrote Twilight and then wrote a short version of what eventually became Breaking Dawn, which is the fourth book in the series. She was asked to add more detail to Bella's life before she becomes a vampire so this novel becomes filler. We are only given one important piece of information over the course of a very long novel. Bella and Edward are engaged. For a romance story it is the most pathetic scene you could possibly imagine. She practically begs him to have sex with her and his response is to remind her that once they are married they will have sex. He does eventually give her a ring, but the original proposal scene is so awkward and strange that the reader is disappointed. The reader must realize something. We are talking about teenagers whose hormones and emotions are out of control. The other thing to mention is the character development of Bella. Edward remains the same throughout each book, which is good in one way. He is not seventeen and thus should not age or mature as a regular human. Bella, on the other hand, is getting older, but for some reason is not maturing. She continues to be whiny and demanding and for some reason her need for sex, with Edward, is her number one concern. I will be honest that I kept reading the novel to figure out if at one point it was going to get better. It didn't, but I still read it. With the first novel, I was intrigued and moved by the story. I was disappointed and frustrated at how this novel was drawn out and was happy when I got to the end. As I mentioned before, I read the four novels because a number of my students are truly obsessed with the books. I am mortified at how the main character is portrayed. Not one of the boys in my class has read this book and if they did, they would assume that all new shy girls would fall in love with them and be their slave and servant until they get sex. Seriously, they should read it and then see how many slaps in the face they get. It is such a disappointment, but at least we are given a hint that Bella and Edward will get married and this might remove the desperate horniness that plagues Bella. We hope, as readers, that there will be no more vampire brawls, and we hope that eventually we will see Bella as a strong willed woman who is not defined by her relationships with the men in her life. Breast lumps can be a _terrifying_ thing for a woman to deal with. The big C word hovers in the mind and everyone knows someone who has had to confront breast cancer. Of course, I had to find my first lump during October, _National Breast Cancer Awareness Month_. Everywhere I went there was a radio, print or television message about breast cancer. I'm not here to tell you how to deal with a breast lump. That's between you, your doctor and whatever higher power you ascribe to. I'm just here to give you a little info. on how it can go by sharing my own experiences. Breast self-exams. Ugh. I wasn't good about doing them. They can be frustrating. What the hell am I feeling? (I actually found my lumps while masturbating. Good reason for it, huh?) My lumps were all very fast growing, undetectable when my doctor did my yearly exam, but ten months later they felt _huge._ (Take heart, fast growing and round is actually usually a sign that they are benign.) I'm still not great about doing self-exams monthly but I have a pretty good idea about my body and I watch for changes. I try to remember to do a breast self-exam about a week after my period starts. (The *Mayo Clinic has an excellent guide with everything you need to know about doing breast self-exams on their [web site](http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/breast-self-exam/WO00026).) When I found my first lump, I called my Obgyn's office. I was basically told _how soon can you be here?_ They don't fool around with these. My doctor checked what I was feeling and made a referral for me to the local hospital's breast care center. I don't think I needed a referral for the center but I know I needed one for my insurance one of the two times I found lumps. Both hospitals I have been to also have a pledge that if you find a breast lump you will be seen within twenty-four hours. I wasn't too good about handling the insurance aspects. I was a little confused. Did I need to get a referral for something, from my doctor or from my insurance company? I ended up calling for a referral while I was in the doctor's office waiting to be seen. Just added stress to what I was already going through. No I try to always know what my insurance company requires for referrals. So, I saw my doctor, then went to the breast care center and they ordered an ultrasound on my first lump. The first time they just did an ultrasound on my breasts because I was young and the tissue was dense. The second time they added a mammogram. Mammograms are not that bad, truly. They are easier for women who have more breast tissue, but what's a couple minutes of discomfort for each breast when you have such an important diagnostic tool? I've come to believe the people who say avoiding caffeine for twenty-four hours before your exam can greatly help reduce any discomfort. It seems to work for me. Both times, the doctor reviewed the results with me right away. The doctor said mine were probably fibroadenomas, a non-cancerous lump that can usually be left alone. Unfortunately, some of mine caused me pain so I've had two removed. I also had a needle biopsy on one of the later ones. The needle biopsy caused me greater discomfort for a longer period of time than the actual lumpectomy. I don't know if that's normal but there it is. I also have concerns about needle biopsies and don't think I'd opt for one at this point. I worry about the possibility that a needle stuck into a cancerous lump then drawn out might encourage the migration of a cancerous cell elsewhere. I'd prefer to have it removed intact. The day I went in for my first lumpectomy, the nurse took my blood pressure and said it was 190 over 110. Eek! She said that was perfectly normal for someone coming in for that procedure. That little C word can really do it to you. The second time I went in, my blood pressure was perfect. I'd used some visualization because I figured the better my blood pressure and everything else, the easier I would recover. Ah, the fear the whole thing can inspire. Only someone who has dealt with what you are can truly know the full depth of your feelings and empathize totally. When I first found a lump in my left breast, many kind and well meaning people told me "it's probably nothing" and "everything will be fine." Trying to maintain a brave facade during the day, I agreed and smiled but I also had terrible nightmares at night. It wasn't until a woman at work who had dealt with breast cancer came to me and said, "you must be so scared," that the nightmares stopped. It was as if I had been given permission to be afraid. Besides, the whole C word deal, there was the fear of having my breasts cut into. You may say, _big deal... get over it,_ but this was my breasts we're talking about! I felt like they were one of my few good features and having them cut into was no small thing. What can I say? I dealt with it. I didn't let the fear change what I knew I needed to do. Scars. Scary word. I've had two lumps removed. One has no scar to speak of, the other has a faint pink and white co-centric circle scar. I'm considering a floral tattoo to cover it but it looks kind of pretty on it's own, quite frankly. Actually, at this point you almost can't see it anymore. My doctor recommended something called Nu-skin from Johnson & Johnson to reduce the scarring. In a patch form, it went over the incision, allowing it to breathe and stayed there for several days, keeping the site clean. You wouldn't think it would stay there, but it does, very comfortably too. After the incision had healed a bit, I used a pure stick of cocoa butter. It's kind of hard but breathing hot air on it warms it up enough to apply. I found that anything with lanolin made me break out and pure vitamin E did as well. One of the mistakes I made was in not talking to my doctor ahead of time about a round of preventative antibiotics for after the surgery. I'm very much against taking unnecessary antibiotics but I've ended up in the emergency room twice with a skin infection surrounding my incision. Not fun to sit in the emergency room with a hot, itching infection for several hours in the middle of the night when you're already feeling crappy. 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Then they ask if you want to cum more, even though they clearly drained you -GFs, have ex boyfriends that still want them so they want to pretend like they want to fight you for her, when really, they want you to beat them up so that you go to jail and they can have her for one more night then give her back to your over aggressive ass. -FBs, take instructions for sex with you like they are the gospel according to becoming a great fuck buddy, love to be dominated and be submissive, don't complain about you going all night and wanting to get as many orgasms as you want. -FBs, let you have other partners, including girlfriends, whether they know about those other people or not, they do not get angry about it. Rather, if you are treating them bad though, they do have a tendency to stop answering your phone calls and telling you that they don't want anything to do with you anymore when next it is that they see you. -FBs, answer your phone calls whenever you call, set up meets whenever you want, don't care how much you have had to drink when you arrive or how wasted you are. -GFs, buy you whatever you want that is within their budget, pay you back if you buy it before they can, dress up to be your arm candy whenever you want to go out on the town, cheat only when they feel that they are being cheated (not just when they see a guy that looks better than you). -FBs, let you watch porn and will imitate the things that they see you would like to try without judging you to your face or when the relationship is over. -FBs, turn into great GFs but GFs don't turn into great FBs. -GFs, complain when you can't sleep and need to get an orgasmic release to drop asleep, don't like having sex for the entire day, and expect equality when you get that threesome that you have been asking for, with her being able to have an extra dick for every time you get an extra pussy. -FBs, wake up before you to put on their make-up, brush their teeth, wash their face, and basic primping to ensure that when you wake up that you want to spend the entire day with them or at least the rest of the morning, chilling or otherwise (for example, fucking or "doing-sex") -GFs, watch the sports games with you on your lap, giving you lap dances whenever your hard-on goes down but unfortunately, forgot everything you told her last time about the teams that you are watching and the basics of the sport too, so bombard you with questions that you know you must answer to keep her happy, horny, and willing to blow you at half-time and if your team wins. -FBs, for the most part are campaigning to be your GF, so they laugh at all your jokes, agree with everything you say, never get upset at you and are patient with you deciding whether or not to take it to the next level. -GFs, for the most part are campaigning to be your wife, so they will show you how great of a girl they are but your window for popping the question is closing from the second that you make it exclusive, or that you go steady, yet, they need you to reciprocate that campaign with a campaign of your own by providing protection (through jealousy and defending her somewhat), provisions (through having money or ambition to make money), and other things like consideration for her feelings a sense of humor, etc. -FBs, only tell their friends good things about you, in hopes that you never have sex with them and are like the GFs of your dreams, who say a do freaky shit all the time to get you off whenever you communicate interest in such things. -GFs, expect you to think and say only good things about them even though they have had more partners than you, a boyfriend every time they lose one, a slutty past and more bad stuff like gangster or military exes who are due home any minute with a bad temper, looking for a reason to kill someone to prove their love. GFs have baggage that you need to understand to move forward but she will not let you understand that baggage because she knows this, so she selfishly keeps it from you so that she doesn't have to leave you. GFs never tell you everything, sooner or later, you will never know everything, and some things, she will take to her grave. That isn't all of the differences between girlfriends and fuck buddies. However, there may be more of what I learned through my experience with women in future texts. So far, who would you choose? I think that fuck buddies are better than girlfriends. Despite not getting as much money out of them, you have more time to get it together and more sex. If you have a job, then you don't need her money, but nothing beats clean sex that you can have anytime and as much as you want. |
Nervous, I walk up and look for your doorbell, not finding one, I just knock on your door, not knowing exactly what to expect. You open the door, and I cautiously ask, "Mary?" You smile and say, "Tim!" Taking my hand, pulling me in you immediately start hugging me. I wrap my arms around you, hugging you back. The embrace is a bit short, a bit awkward, a bit amazing, and a bit of everything I hoped it would be. You pull away, smile, and look into my eyes. Before you have a chance to say anything, I say, "Wow, your pictures don't do you justice." You smile and blush a bit. "You're not so bad yourself." I'm watching you, listing to this voice that I know from the phone, come from a picture I've seen on the net. The idea that they are from the same source is a bit odd, but that thought passes quickly. "I'm glad I made it here." I say bringing you closer to me. I hear a, "Me too, yippie!" as I hold you close to me. Having you in my arm intoxicates me, you are quickly becoming my drug of choice, and I can't help myself. I look down into your eyes, and you smile. I lean down slowly, making sure you're not pulling away from me, and seeing that you're not, I kiss you. It is soft at first, just the slightest pressing of lips together. But the warmth of our breath melts away our timidness and the kiss becomes a passionate flood. Lips are sucking on lips, tongues are spilling out of our mouths, covering the new terrain ahead of them, leaving wet trails as proof of their travels. We are caught up in the moment, hands are traveling over our bodies, feeling the flesh beneath the clothing. Reluctantly we pull away, a bit out of breath and panting. I look into your eyes, you blush a bit and smile. "Yippie!" You say softly. I lean down and put my head by your ear. "Yippie!" I whisper softly into your ear. Slowly, my tongue slides out of my mouth and flicks at your earlobe. I start sucking it in, breathing heavily on your ear, and hoping that the hairs on your neck are standing on edge. My lips follow, sucking your earlobe into my mouth, feeling the tiny hairs on it with my tongue, leaving it slightly moist. I pull away and blow on it softly, cooling it down, and contrasting with the warmth of my mouth. My mouth then slides down and starts dry kissing your neck, sucking at it a bit, softly, lightly, not leaving any marks, only making you blush more. My tongue darts out and winds over your neck, making you lean your head back and giving me more access to your body. I continue kissing and teasing your neck, moving my way to the other side, watching as your head moves over to give me continued access. I'm so turned on, knowing that I have you that completely open to me. That you're giving me unrestricted access to you. I'm glad, because by now I'm addicted to your skin, and I'm afraid of going thru withdrawal if you were to push me away. Your hands have found their way to my head, and the first thing they do is pull out the rubber band holding my hair back. With my hair free, it's sliding over your face, teasing at your cleavage, and trailing sensually over your ear. Your hands are sifting through my hair, letting it slide thru your fingers like sand. You push me away from my ministrations for a moment, letting me look into your eyes before you closed them and pull me back down to you, kissing me harder then I have been kissed before. You are taking control a bit, sucking my tongue into your mouth, biting a bit at my lips, tugging on them. One hand has stayed in my hair and the other is resting on the top of my chest, a slight weight on my body, a warming touch that seems to promise to explore further. One of my hands is on your back, supporting you, letting you lean back and up with some comfort so we can continue this kiss, while the other is sliding up the side of your body, from your hip upwards, not touching the parts that you most want touched, but touching you exactly the way you want. I'm completely hard, I feel harder then I normally get, and I wonder if you can feel me pressing into your belly. My hands switch places, with the one on your back sliding down lower, over your ass, holding it firmly, bringing your body closer to mine, still kissing you, and being kissed by you. We pull our mouths apart again, but we both are craving bodily contact so much that you just lean your head down and my cheek rests against your forehead. You are looking at the top of my shirt now, a bit of my neck is showing above the collar. You can't seem to stop what you're doing, fascinated by my body. Your hand reaches up and under my shirt and you slide your hand all the way up my chest until you can see the tips of your fingers peering up from the collar. Your hand flattens out, it's so warm it feels like a red hot iron searing my flesh and I sigh in pleasure, blowing warm air across your forehead. I'm sure that the feeling of your hand on me will be branded into my sense memories. I pull my head away, and look into your eyes which are looking up at me. There's this smile on your face from ear to ear. You say, "Tim, my god, I don't know why you're worried about things. This is incredible." I blush and look up at the ceiling. "Maybe it's just who I'm with." "Damn straight" I hear you say and then your amazing laugh reaches my ears. We are there, smiling at each other, your hand still on my chest, my breath still caught in my throat. I'm so turned on now, I'm so wanting you. I look into your eyes and I feel your hand slide down farther, cupping where my breast is, you fingers are slipping over the nipple, flicking quickly over it. I look into your eyes and laugh. "I thought I would be the one to get to play with your breasts first." You smile, "couldn't help myself I guess." My hand slides up your body and finds your breast. "Well I guess that we could just as easily explore each other at once." At that moment I find your nipple and pinch a bit hard. Your head falls backwards and you let out a moan. "Ohhhhh, I guess that could work." You say as your head returns to an upright position. I lean down and kiss you, kneeding your left breast as we untwine our tongues. I'm hoping that my kisses are not lacking as my attention is more focused on the soft flesh in my hands. It feels so good, I'm imagining sliding my tongue over it, licking at your nipple as I kiss you, unconsciously living out my fantasies for your breasts with your tongue. My mind thinks of sucking your nipple into my mouth and biting on it softly while I am nibbling on your lips. Your hand is sliding all over my chest, back and forth between my nipples and pinching, pulling, flicking, and just having a good time. I feel you smile under my lips and I smile back. My hand slides behind you, and looks for the clasp to your bra. With a bit of fumbling I manage to unhook it and as you once told me, set the puppies free. My other hand has found it's way through your sleeve and helped remove the bra from under your shirt. When I have accomplished this task, I slide my hands out from under your shirt and hold your hands for a moment. I'm standing away from your body, and I pull on each arm in turn, making your body, and more importantly your chest shake. I smile and laugh, and you do to as you realize I just want to see your breasts sway, free from their confines, under your shirt. Laughing, your body shakes more, and then you just start shaking a bit, giving me what I want. I'm still holding your hands so it doesn't take much for me to pull you back to me, feeling your body conform to mine, and I can start to hold you tight. "Thank you," I whisper breathily in your ear. I move down to your neck and kiss and lick and suck at your flesh. It feels and tastes so good to me. I feel you wrap your arms around me like you're trying to hold on for dear life, and I'm glad I'm the one you're holding on to. I notice behind your is your kitchen table. So, still kissing you, I'm pushing you backwards, back to your table, and finding you a seat to sit down on. We break for a moment while you sit down, and then I get on the floor too, on my knees in front of you. You smile down at me, for the first time above me. You're enjoying a new view of me, but I'm still playful and craving your body. I flip your shirt up a bit and my head finds it's way underneath before I falls down and enrobes me. My head, my face, my nose and my tongue is all pressed against your body, unable to get some distance to appreciate the whole of it, but in a unique position to feel your heat and warmth concentrated. Intoxicated as I am, I can not help but start to explore your body with my tongue, drinking in your taste. I start with the flesh under your breast, the under fold that has your sweat and scent. It's salty and my nose is pressing into your soft flesh, and I feel your hands outside of your shirt on my head, encouraging me, holding my close to you, making sure that even if I could, I wouldn't be able to free myself from your body. As though my entire head was on traveling on my tongue, I go from one side of the fold to the other, then up your cleavage and to the top of the other breast. My beard is prickly against your skin, part of it surely must be touching your nipple, as my tongue slowly slides in a wide spiral around your entire breast. As I go, the spiral very gradually tightens. I'm revolving at an excruciatingly slow rate around your breast with your nipple at the center of my travels. I can hear your moans and giggles as I tease your flesh, knowing that the warmth of my breath and the slippery feel of my tongue is driving you wild. Right before I arrive at the nipple, I pull back and blow over the entire breast, letting the cool wind let you know exactly where my tongue had traveled. We are both at the stage where we need to play with your nipple, I desire the feel of the hard nub on my tongue, just as much as you desire the feel of my soft and firm flesh against yours. I lean in and let the tip of my tongue flick over the tip. I'm moving it as fastly as I can and enjoying the way it bounces back. It's driving you wild, and you're pressing my head towards you. My tongue relaxes a bit and it slides from the tip of your nipple down to the edge of the areole. I slowly lick with the flat of my tongue at your nipple. You're still pressing me firmer towards you and my lips are now on your nipple kissing at them, pursing themselves around them, massaging you with just my lips. Now that I am here I can't help it, I start sucking at them, bring them into my warm mouth. It's so wonderful knowing that I'm turning you on so much. I'm so glad that you're letting me tease you like this. My teeth are now very very very lightly nibbling at your nipple. I'm so turned on because you're letting me turn you on. We are both feeling the pleasure that I'm sending through your body, it's as though our bodies are connected. Every jolt, ever moan, every sigh, every one of your reactions are making me hornier, making me want to keep up what I'm doing, wanting to continue pleasing you. I feel your hands push my head down your body, my mouth leaving a trail down from your breast to your belly, past your belly button, pushing me lower, guiding me lower, wanting me lower... Since my last essay about How To Have a Successful Cuckold Relationship was such a smashing success, and since most of the men who commented acknowledged that the were'small' in the dick department, I thought it might be appropriate to talk a little about this subject. So let me first do a little house cleaning. My husband and I practice a cuckold relationship, and have done so for the last 11 years. We have been married for 21 years, so I am comfortable in saying that we have a good, working relationship. Let me also say that I am completely faithful to my husband, in-so-far as the issue of 'us' is concerned. Yes, I have sex with other men. Yes, my husband is well aware of it. Yes, he participates in that he watches me and my lover having sex. I once saw a picture of a t-shirt that had this question that I thought was very meaningful to Mark and I. It asked, "Is it still cheating if my husband watches?" My response would be no, it is not. Cheating implies hiding, something that one doesn't want another to find out about. For Mark and I, we get off on the knowledge that the other knows. It turns us both on, excites us, thrills us, makes us lust more for each other. Is that so wrong? I am happy to let you judge for yourself as to whether or not you are interested in such things for yourself. That said, give me the liberty to do that which is right for my husband and myself. We like and enjoy it. If you don't, so be it, then don't practice a cuckold relationship. So, now to the subject at hand. Does the size of a man's dick matter? The answer to that question is complicated. For some women the answer is a resounding yes and for others it is no. But I will tell you this, all women, ALL, care about the size of a man's dick. You might be asking yourself: How can you possibly know what 'all' women think about this subject? Well, the answer to that is easy. Think of it this way, if a man has absolutely no dick whatsoever, not even a nub, does he still have a dick? There you go, dick size matters. This said, any woman will tell that any man can get her off if he knows what he is doing with his hands or tongue. A finger, in most cases, is smaller than a dick. If a finger can get a woman off then most likely a small dick can do so as well. If the man who has a small dick knows what he is doing. For the purpose of full disclosure let me say that my husband has a small dick. For half of my marriage to him his size mattered little to me. Yes, I missed the 'full' feeling I got from my past lovers, but I was able to manage just fine and had (and still have) wonderful orgasms with him. A good lover is more than his dick, much more. A good lover thinks of their partner, this goes for women as well. My husband is the best lover I have ever had. Why? Because he has a large cock? No! It is in spite of the fact that he has a small dick. I can honestly say that my husband is the best lover I have ever known. The reason he is the best is because he has to be. Sound strange? Maybe, at least until you think about it. Look at it this way, a man who has a small dick must force himself to become adept at other forms of pleasure. Oral, patience, foreplay, teasing, mental, and everything else. Because he has a small dick he learns about these things, practices them, masters them. And because of this he is a superior lover than the man who never thinks about these things because he has a big cock. Oh, a big cock is inferior? Well, sometimes! From a woman's perspective there is nothing worse than a man who has a beautiful, big cock who is a terrible lover. A woman will look at a man who has a big cock as being advantaged, and he is. She wants the man with a big cock to be patient, cognizant of her desires and needs. Just because you have a big cock does not mean you know what the hell to do with it. But all things being equal, most women would prefer a larger cock. Although, to be sure, if she happens to prefer anal sex over vaginal then she might actually prefer the small dick over the large. At least in most cases she would. For me, I prefer a large cock over a small dick. Yeah, yeah, a'size queen' you say. Demean me if you will, but why should I lie to you? And I am not alone in my thoughts in this matter. Studies have shown that the average size of a man's dick is 5 ½ - 6 inches. My husbands dick is just under 4 inches. So yes, he has a small dick. Do you think he is embarrassed? Should he be ashamed? Is it impossible for him to please a woman sexually? The answer to all of these questions is a resounding NO! And I love him all the more because of his self-confidence. Even so, I still prefer the feeling of fullness when having sex. My husband understands this, appreciates it, and he desires it himself. My husband is an unselfish lover, willing to give me that which I need and desire most, even if is not with him. Something my husband said to me once makes a lot of sense to me, and I would like to share it with you now. Mark told me that he loves Italian food, likes Mexican food, and can't stand Moroccan food. What does this have to do with dick size and cuckolding? Simple, it is a matter of 'taste.' Mark loves Italian food, I love big cocks. Mark likes Mexican food, I like his small dick. Mark dislikes Moroccan food, I dislike bad lovers, no matter the dick size. Understand? So here we are, at the crux of the matter. Wives who cuckold their husbands, with their knowledge and approval. I have to say, most of the couples I know that play in this realm do not have husbands with small dicks. It is just that their husbands enjoy watching their wives with other men. I once asked a friend of mine whose husband has a rather large cock why they play with cuckolding. Up until that point I had made the silly assumption that all couples who live this lifestyle have men with small dicks. I was new at this, had only been cuckolding my husband for less than a year, so please forgive me my ignorance at the time. But still, I had assumed that that women who cuckolded their husbands did so because the man was small. She told me that they played this way because it turned them on to do so. Simple when you think about it. Just because a guy has a monster cock does not mean that he isn't interested in playing. Good lovers come in all sizes, small to large. The point is sexual stimulation, sexual titillation, smoking hot sex that pleases both partners. By now, if you are a man with a small dick reading this, you might be thinking me a prig, or worse. Fine, judge me if you will. I like what I like. I love the music of Greenosophy, you may like Heavy Metal. I love Italian food, you love Moroccan. I love big cocks, you love big tits. Wait! Did I just equate my preference for big cocks with yours of big tits? Yup, sure did. Preferences are just that, preferences. We each have our own. Some men love skinny women, some prefer the Marilyn Monroe type. Some women love muscled men, some prefer the hunny-bear. To each their own. So what are we women and men to make of this? Does the size of a man's dick matter? Of course! Does it matter in the sense of having a cuckold relationship, definitely not. Cuckolds, like all men, come in all shapes and sizes, all races, all creeds. The funny thing is that you can't stereotype a cuckold. I have two black couples where the woman cuckolds the man (neither man is particular large by the way, they are perfectly average in size). Some cuckolds have small dicks like my husband. Most, by far, are average in size. Some are large. All are stimulated by watching their wives having sex with other men. Not all women who cuckold their husbands are searching out large cocks like myself. Some are, in fact, looking for smaller men to enjoy anal sex, or whatever it is that excites them and their husbands. But all successful cuckolding relationships have the same thing in common, an understanding between the husband and wife, a commitment to each other. Without fail, those who are successful in this lifestyle will never do anything that would hurt the other. Most of us set up boundaries that are not to be crossed, and this is very helpful in keeping the relationship on solid ground. For my husband and I one of the boundaries we have is that the man must have a larger cock than my husband has. This is what we both desire, it turns us both on, fulfills each of us. He gets off on seeing his wife stretched, pleasured. I get off on my husband seeing me stretched, pleasured. We both get off on the same things, if for different reasons. Mark is turned on hearing me moan as the large cock enters me, I am turned on when I feel the large cock enter me. Good for both, win-win. And while I am thinking about this let me put this point out. Just because a couple have a cuckold relationship does not mean that the husband is celibate during the encounter. In fact, most couples that I know partake in threesomes, just with two males and one female. The wife enjoys having two cocks at the same time instead of just one. I have asked my husband to do this, but he says he is a watcher. That is fine, but still I would love to suck on his small dick while feeling my lovers big cock thrusting deep into me. But I must allow him to have control over himself, it is only right. Also, please do not think that I forget about my husband while I am enjoying a nice, fat cock. I don't. He is always there, front and center in my mind, even when I am having an orgasm. I love looking at him, watching him masturbating his small dick while I am creaming on a nice, big cock. Almost always I have a more powerful orgasm when I do. Secondarily, my husband is never left out of the fun. Depending on his mood at the time we will do all sorts of different things once I have worn out my lover. Sometimes Mark wants to dip his small dick into my well fucked pussy, sometimes he wants a blow-job. And if I happen to be with one particular lover, one we trust enough to not use condoms, Mark will almost always want to go down on me after he has ejaculated. I love these times, it shows me how much Mark approves of our lifestyle. It proves to me he cares about pleasuring me. Men do this all the time as well. For you guys out there, ever told a woman that her swallowing your sperm proves her love for you? Well? A very close friend of mine whose husband also has a small dick once asked me about how Mark and I manage the cuckold lifestyle. You see, she was like me in this regard, she desired big cock sex. I told her that she effectively has three choices: 1\. Be honest with her husband and let him know what she is thinking and why she is thinking it. 2\. Hold it in, don't tell him anything and suffer the consequences. Usually involves cheating. 3\. Lie to yourself and to your husband, saying everything is perfect and will be okay. To me the choice is obvious, be honest. What have you got to lose? If you are honest as to your wants and desires, this also allows him to do likewise. While there may be difficult times ahead (what man wants to hear that his wife wants to fuck other men who have larger dicks than he has), it is worth it in the end. Besides, if you value honesty in a relationship, why would you hold anything back? Especially so those things that matter most, and little matters more than ones sexuality. And if you are honest, then you too should allow him to be honest as well. He may hate the idea, never consider such a thing. That is fine, trust me it is. At least this way you both will always know that more in the bedroom is desired, so find a solution that you can both agree on. Perhaps it will be a large dildo, or maybe having your husband going down on you after he has ejaculated, or any other myriad of things couples can do that don't involve others. But at least now you can find a solution. Otherwise, you are just living a lie and hiding things from each other, and to me that sucks more than being honest. One who lies to themselves is the worst of all liars, because they only deceive themselves. Wretched things. To complete my thought on the subject at hand, allow me to say this. Big cocks are more sexually stimulating, as a whole, than small or average dicks. This said, there is nothing better than to feel my husband enter me after I have been with one of my lovers. Yes, I am more open, but my husband loves that feeling and so do I. Not only this, but I also love looking at a man, standing naked before me, hard, big, excited. I juice each and every time. This is my preference, this is my choice, this is my desire, my need. You do not have to agree, that is your choice, your preference, your desire and your need. To each their own. And now please allow me to get up on my soapbox and tell you this: Just because you have no interest in something does not mean that nobody should be allowed to do it. I don't smoke, so should I be the arbiter of all smoking? Who am I to tell a smoker that they shouldn't be allowed to enjoy their cigarettes, even in a business or restaurant? I also don't have sex with women. Should I be the arbiter of lesbian or bisexual sex? Who am I? I can't stand Jazz music, it annoys me, so let me ban it, forever relegated to the trash bin of history. So I say this, give me liberty, in all things. Liberty to be offended by Jazz music, liberty to smell sticky cigarettes, liberty to fuck whom I want. Liberty is a good thing. There is a reason why the word Liberty was used by our Founding Fathers and not the word Freedom. Freedom is only truly freedom when I have Liberty to back it up. Even the Soviet Union told their people, and the whole world in fact, that their people had freedom of speech. Only they were not at Liberty to say what they wanted, otherwise they would be shipped off to Siberia to live out the rest of their lives whenever they chose to exercise their freedom of speech. Some freedom eh? So please, for pity's sake, let each govern themselves, as best they see fit. My life is my own, my husband his, you have yours. Live and let be. Do not try to master another, you will just create the hatred you claim to despise. Worse still, if you are successful in mastering another, you only succeed in breeding anarchy, because the slave always turns on the master, despises him, judges him with the same metric as they are judged. |
Charlie sat alone on his window seat. He sipped gin. Dodgy stood at the bar. "Bring a bottle over, Ted." "What do you want?" Charlie said. Dodgy tugged his collar. "Thought you... There's a poker game on... You know what Sam's like... " Charlie glanced at Sam. Charlie knew what he was like. He'd known him for ruddy years, since they were born. Their mothers were best friends, walked the streets together. Charlie sipped his gin. "Can't say I'm that bothered, meself." Sam joined them. "Game on?" "Not that troubled, Sam," Dodgy said. Sam nodded. "Can't say I'm up to losing me hide." "What say we go down the front?" Dodgy said. "To do what?" Charlie said. "Have some fun." "You humouring me?" Dodgy jerked his head, Sam left. He reappeared with two women on his arms and another trailing with her arm looped through her friend. Dodgy glanced at Charlie, and waited. Charlie smiled. "Oi, Sam. Over here," Dodgy said. "Ladies, please sit." He stared at the little blonde blue-eyed woman—no reminders. He patted the seat beside him—Fanny's place. "So what we having?" Dodgy asked, as he stood with his hands gripping the chair backs of the seated women. "Gins for us, please." "Oi, Ted. Bring a bottle of gin over." Ted saluted. "What're your names, then?" Dave asked. Charlie placed his hand on Maud's knee. She had a mole above her upper lip. It looked like chocolate sauce. As if she needed to wipe her lips after a rich pudding. Charlie would clean it for her... lick it away. Charlie smiled. Jane giggled at every remark Sam made. The man was a ruddy comedian. Sarah hardly spoke, but sipped her gin with quiet resolve. Charlie hadn't seen these women before. Sam had brought them especially from London, fresh to market. Sarah was definitely fresh to this market, and guaranteed clean. They'd waited in a hotel room, but the card game off, Sam brought them to The Turtle. They'd return to London when they were no longer wanted. Sam would return the favour when he found new women. Charlie liked novelty. This was the first time he'd bloody smiled in weeks. Course, if Emily had hung around Charlie may have found some comfort and relief from his feelings. He was unpredictable and foul tempered. Emily had given Sam and Dodgy nothing but grief since she'd left, and before that, when she arrived. Not so much as stand by your man, but scarper as quickly as possible, and leave them to pick up the pieces—not good. Charlie stood. He held his arm for Maud, tipped his hat at The Turtle's door, and left. A collective sigh as the regulars expelled held breaths. Dodgy watched in case anyone said a word too much, but there was nothing he could do about their breathing heavily. Dodgy's arm rested along the back of Sarah's chair; he stroked her cheek, and she smiled slightly, glancing up at him from under her lashes—oh, sweet. "Fancy a foursome, Dave?" Dodgy stroked Sarah's neck. He looked at Jane and heard that giggle. Sarah's cheeks were much too red and her skin too white. She either tried to appear older than her years, or she was old, and the paint covered her age. But by her behaviour, unless she was a great actress, a possibility, he guessed, or hoped the former. "No, mate, I'm up early next morning." Jane giggled. Dodgy raised an eyebrow, patted Sam's shoulder, grabbed Sarah's hand, and steered her from the pub. On the cobbles he pressed her against the wall, hands either side of her head, as he leant over her. He placed his mouth to her lips—sweet breath. "How old are you?" "Old enough." She smiled, and Dave placed his arm around her shoulder. Her choice. As they turned into Commercial Road, he heard that giggle. Sam left The Turtle, and fortunately he lived in the opposite direction. *** Charlie woke. A pair of big blue eyes confronted him, and her tousled blonde hair flowed in waves over his pillow. "Good morning." Charlie rubbed his eyes, and took his pocket watch from its stand. "Tea. Coffee." "Want me to make it?" "No. I want you to tell me what you want." "Cocoa." Charlie smiled. How apt. That little chocolate beauty spot on her upper lip... Charlie pushed up his front window, shoved two fingers in his mouth, and whistled. The urchins weren't under his window; they were at the corner of the street. He'd normally just have to yell. His whistle pierced his eardrums. He ordered tea and chocolate, a couple of muffins and tossed a shilling to the first pair of grubbing hands. "Lavatory's through the kitchen, turn right," Charlie said, without waiting for her to ask. "You'll need this." And he tossed her his dressing gown. He watched as she stood, her back towards him; she pulled the dressing gown on her arm. "Turn around." Charlie smiled. He'd keep her for a bit. His front door knocked. "Get the door." *** Charlie grinned as he entered The Turtle. "Good night?" asked Dodgy. "Sam did a good job." "He has his uses. Oi, Ted. Over here." Ted saluted. Dodgy took his seat opposite Charlie. "I'm going to keep her. Tell Sam I need the cost." "Er." "What's the, er, for?" "Thought I'd hang onto Sarah for a bit." Charlie grinned. "An expensive week." Which is when Sam arrived, and they turned to him, and waited. "What?" Sam asked. "You're late." "I know. Friggin', what's her name... " "Jane," Charlie said. "Couldn't get her out me house. Yours alright, Charlie?" "We were just talking about that, Sam." "Oh?" "Get a deal, for both, on a week by week," Charlie said. "Oh, right. Good. I'm glad you're both so pleased." Sam rolled his eyes. "Not enjoy yourself then, Sam?" asked Dodgy. "It was alright... although... " Dodgy waited. "It was her giggle. I mean, it's good someone thinking you're funny and all. But when you're about to get serious and a woman chuckles, it's not funny." "No," said Charlie. "No laughin' matter." They cracked up. Sam frowned. He was sick to death of the sound of friggin' laughter. *** Maud made him dinner; he'd given her ten shillings to buy food. No sooner had he lowered himself in his armchair, than she poured him a brandy, lit a cigar, and placed it between Charlie's lips. "Nice." "Dinner's ready as soon as you want it." Charlie patted his lap. "I boiled a ham." "You did." He shoved his hand under her skirt, and between her legs. "I'm not a very good cook." "No." "I hope it'll be alright." "I'm a big eater." "I noticed." Charlie smiled. "Your little friend's still here." "Oh. Who?" "Sarah." "Met her at Waterloo Station." "Dave's taken a shine to her." "How long am I staying?" Charlie thrust two fingers in Maud. "Haven't decided." Maud pouted. Charlie thought that pout wasted and unbuttoned his fly. She slid from his lap and knelt between his legs. He picked up his brandy and sipped while she sucked. When Charlie experienced an involuntary thrust, he pulled her hair, took a deep breath, and composed himself. She lowered her lips to him again and Charlie said, "Just leave it." Maud rested her head on his knee, and stroked his thigh and asked, "What's the matter?" as she stroked his shaft. Charlie sighed. He grabbed her hand, "I said, no." "Why not?" "Not yet." "You're not fed up with me already?" One bloke was better than five or ten blokes a day. How many times could he fuck? Once, twice, if he, and she, were lucky. "Not yet." Charlie struggled to button his flies. "Get your hat." Maud took his arm. "Where we going?" "The pub." "What about me dinner?" "You're not a very good cook." Charlie smiled. Here was Dodgy, and there, Sarah. Charlie took his seat, with Maud beside him. Ted delivered a bottle of gin, saluted and returned to the bar. Charlie looked at Sarah. She reminded him of Fanny—dark eyes, snub nose. "You look different today, Sarah," Charlie said. Sarah blushed. Is it that ruddy obvious? Sarah thought. Charlie raised an eyebrow, smiled, and looked at Dodgy, who shrugged. "You look prettier without the paint," Charlie said. "Foursome, Dave." Dodgy looked at Maud and nodded. Sarah rested her hand on Dodgy's knee. Charlie smiled at that gesture. She wants his protection—sweet. But, if you're on the game, you best be a good player. Dodgy pushed his bowler to the back of his head. Charlie wouldn't have pressed it, but Dave was fine. Good. "Oi, Ted, bottle of Don Perignon." Dodgy sighed. "I do have whisky, Dave." "Good, something for me, then." "You Dave, can have what you like." Charlie grinned; an eyebrow raised. Dodgy nodded, grabbed the bottle from Ted, held his arm to Sarah, and followed Charlie from the pub. *** "What the fuck is that?" Dave shoved his hankie over his nose and mouth. Charlie left the front door open. Dodgy followed Charlie to the kitchen, and shoved up the window. "Give us that cloth." Charlie launched the pot in the yard. "What was it?" asked Dave. "Dinner, she said she wasn't a good cook." "Didn't say she was an arsonist, though?" "No, Dave. She left out that detail." After the air cleared, Charlie rolled a cigarette. Dodgy poured champagne in three glasses and a whisky for himself. "You like champagne Sarah," Charlie said. "I do now." "Had it before?" "Just once." "Just once." He pulled her to his lap. Maud frowned. Dave placed his arm around Maud's waist and drew her towards him. It wasn't what Maud expected when she was booked for the duration, but still... Charlie removed her hat, withdrew the grips, and ran his fingers through Sarah's loosened hair. "Maud." "Yes, Charlie?" Charlie struck a match against his boot. "Undo these hooks and eyes." He handed Sarah to Maud and swallowed his champagne. Dave refilled his glass, and sat on the chair the other side of the fireplace. He leant across and whispered to Charlie. Charlie shrugged. "Her corset." Maud gave Sarah's laces a sharp yank, and tossed the corset to the floor. "Pick it up Maud. Put it on the chair." Dodgy topped his whisky and took a cigar. He leant back, and cut a pack of cards to the ace of diamonds. "Your choice, Charlie, drawers or that vest?" "That Dodgy is a chemise." Charlie smiled at Maud. "If you please." "The shift?" Charlie sighed, and nodded. "Sarah, help Maud." "Take off the drawers too," Dodgy said, as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "Blimey, Dodgy, you smoking that, or impersonating her culinary skills?" Dodgy smiled. Now he saw through the smoke. "Very nice." Charlie had to agree. His trouser bulge would have outed him as liar, had he contradicted. "Maud, help your friend. Touch her breast." Sarah looked to Dodgy. Charlie smiled. Whatever he did, or said, to her last night she believed it had a deeper meaning. Dodgy was like that. He fell in love with women at the drop of his hat. He'd love Maud, as soon as he shoved his dick in her... "You've a very light touch Maud." "She does," Charlie agreed. "Dodgy, show Maud how to suck a nipple." Dodgy took Sarah in his arms, took her chin in his hands... her expression delightful, so full of hope. She gazed into Dodgy's eyes. His mouth on her neck, just enough to mark her. He leant to her, his lips on her breast; he licked her nipple, and sucked. Dodgy was now without composure, he'd quite forgotten where he was. He slid his hand between her legs, her mouth on hers. Charlie snapped his fingers, and pointed Maud in Dodgy's direction. She stood behind him and unbuttoned his fly. At Charlie's direction, she slid between Dave and Sarah, placed her mouth to him, and sucked. Charlie loosened his tie, unbuttoned his fly, and stood behind Sarah. Dave took his hands from Sarah. The last thing he wanted to hold was Charlie's dick. Besides, what Maud was doing down there was too distracting. He pulled Maud to her feet—not so fast. His fingers thrust between her legs. Charlie grabbed Sarah's hand, "You coming Dave?" "Not yet, mate." "You two go up. Front right." Charlie grabbed the champagne bottle. Dodgy swallowed his scotch, and refilled his glass. "It'll hurt her. Fuck, I hurt her," Dodgy said, and grinned. "Blimey," Charlie said. Dodgy kissed Sarah's neck, and shoulder. His finger ran down her spine; he drew her to him and held her against his chest. Charlie kissed Sarah's nipple, and sucked; his hand between Maud's thighs. Maud had an idea where this was going, and was glad it wasn't her. With a bit of luck they'd forget about her. She would retire to the front pantry, roll a cigarette, and have a drink. She'd receive money for being retained. All good, but for now, his fingers functioned between her legs. Maud stroked his cock—show a bit of willing. God, he was huge, poor girl. Charlie seized her hand. Tender. It also prevented her stoking his cock. Charlie placed his dick between Sarah's thighs, and kissed her cheek, her neck and sucked... another mark. Dodgy pulled her towards him. Maud slid from the bed, and closed the door. Charlie wrapped his arm around Dodgy and pulled them forwards. Sarah cried. Charlie told her to, "Shh," and kissed her forehead. Dodgy suddenly thrust Sarah towards Charlie. Her nails scratched Charlie's back, and he stroked her hair. Maud heard her screams. She hoped the neighbours wouldn't call the coppers. She rolled a cigarette, and tobacco dropped from the paper, aided by her shaking hands. Men, why did they always do that to the new girls? Maud didn't know this girl, but she knew what she was going through. Men paid extra for that privilege, but these two paid just a retainer, and fucked her for that discounted rate. Maud drew her knees to her chin on the armchair, exhaled cigarette smoke, and sipped champagne. She wouldn't dress; they may call for her. Charlie shoved his head around the door. Maud smiled. "Sorry about that." "It's okay." He sat on the arm of her chair and stroked her hair. Dodgy followed ten minutes later. "Should I go to her?" Maud asked. "No," said Dodgy. Dodgy followed Charlie to the kitchen. "Don't think I'll be able to take her home." "Leave her there." "I'll stop, if that's okay. I'm pretty fucked." Charlie shrugged. "Not sure Sam's going to be too pleased." "No." "He'll have to pay for the damage." "Use Harold's old room." "Maud?" "Take her with you. Don't want her creeping about." Charlie turned the key in the lock of his bedroom. He didn't want Sarah sneaking about, either. *** Charlie placed a cup of tea, on his bedside table. "Morning, sleepyhead." Sarah stared at him and drew the quilt to her chin. He wiped away her tear with his finger. "I've brought you a cuppa." He sat on the side of his bed. "Sit up." Sarah slid slowly up the bed, dragging the blankets with her, and tucked to her chin. Dodgy stood in the doorway. "Alright?" "She's fine." Charlie rubbed what he assumed was her knee. "Tell Maud to run a bath." Charlie turned his attention back to Sarah. "You'll take a bath. Help you relax." He patted her thigh. Maud heard Charlie and Dave go downstairs. She left the bathroom to tiptoe across the hall, and slowly opened the bedroom door. Charlie and Dodgy looked up at the ceiling. Charlie rolled his eyes. "Women, always creeping about." Sarah jumped when the door handle turned, and shook as the door slowly opened. "It's me. You alright?" Maud whispered. Sarah nodded. "I'm running a bath, rose or lavender?" Sarah frowned. She'd no idea what she meant. "The fragrance for the bath salts?" Sarah shook her head. "I'll do lavender, then." "Maud." "Charlie! I was just asking what scent she wanted." "I know. Fetch my dressing gown." Charlie had second thoughts. "I'll get it." He didn't want a whore in Fanny's bedroom. He'd not have it sullied. *** Charlie had a bathroom, with a basin and a bath. He had no idea why anyone would have a lavatory inside the house. Crapping in your own backyard... Or, in Charlie's case that was exactly where it was housed, but it was his own private privy. Maud sat on a wicker chair and waited for the tub to fill. Lavender scented the steaming air. She dunked her hand to check its temperature. Perfect. Sarah looked five in Charlie's dressing gown; the hem brushed the floor, her hands lost in dangling sleeves. "Once you're in, I'll scrub your back, how's that?" Sarah nodded. Maud winced, and they weren't her bruises. "Just lie back." Maud moved the wicker chair to the end of the bath, and slowly and gently brushed Sarah's hair. "If it gets cold, we can top it up." Sarah nodded. The front door slammed and Sarah jumped. "That's them going out. Heard them talking about a business appointment. You can take as long as you like." Maud twisted and pinned Sarah's hair to a topknot. "Give us that sponge." Lavender lathered soap burst through her fingers. "Sit forward; I'll do your back." Livid bruises crossed Sarah's back; her skin wasn't broken, though. Men like pack animals, competing for top dog. Maud held the towel for her. Her thighs, were the most badly bruised, with long red scratches for added contrast. Her neck bore many love bites! Maud helped her dress. "There, almost as good as new. Take me arm." They walked downstairs. One-step at a time. It took five minutes to reach the front room. "I'll get you a drink." Maud poured two large gins and sat in the chair opposite. "You have to decide whether you can do this. You've experienced something, one of, but not the worst... " Sarah's big brown eyes grew bigger. "Maybe it's not for you; depends on your alternatives." "I ran away." Maud topped her glass. "Me dad died." Maud nodded. She'd let her talk. First word she heard her say since yesterday. "Me mum had eight of us." Maud nodded. "Shoved us in the workhouse. The master's son wouldn't leave me alone... " "Took you, did he?" Sarah shook her head. "I ran away before... " "So why are you here?" "I met someone. He said he'd look after me. Give me a room for the night." "Oh?" "He reckoned it was best... I leave town, and the wardens wouldn't find me. He put me on the train. I came here." "Oh, goodness'. You've never been with a man?" Sarah shook her head. "Dave, was your first bloke?" "He said. He loved me. He said... He'd find me a husband, to look after me." "Who did?" "The man at the station. He needed a wife for his business." "Who needed a wife?" "David." Maud couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe Sarah believed it. Blimey, they must have paid a fortune for her. It explained the handing over at Waterloo, and the: Make sure she arrives safely. I hold you responsible. Why the hell didn't she say something? Mind, if she had, what could she have done? They'll never resell her as a virgin. How could that Dave do this? He knew. He must have known, the bastard. Maud topped their glasses *** The front door opened and slammed shut. "Just smile. That's all you need do. Let me do the talking." Charlie filled the doorframe. "Ladies, excuse us." Dodgy waited in the kitchen. Charlie withdrew a roll of notes from his jacket pocket. Counted out fifty, and handed them to Dodgy. "Thanks. What do you want to do with them?" Dodgy said, as he rinsed his raw knuckles under the tap. "I'll keep her. She's paid for. Sarah?" Dave shook his head. "Best get her on the train, then." The men joined the ladies in Charlie's front parlour. Sarah smiled. Least Charlie thought that's what she did. "Sarah, you'll go with Dave to the station," Charlie said. "What do you mean?" asked Maud. Charlie smiled, and said, "Am I speaking Greek?" Maud shook her head. "You understand me?" Maud nodded. "Would you like me to repeat myself?" Dodgy grinned. "Something amusing you, Dodgy?" Charlie said. Dodgy shrugged. "It's just... she can't." Charlie waited. "She's nowhere to go." "Oh." "She was a pick up. Not a working girl." "Oh." "A runaway." "She has a choice, then." "Yes?" Maud asked. "Portsea workhouse, she gets a job, or I give her to Sam." "Sam!" Charlie stared at her. He had things to do. He took his watch from his pocket. Maud turned to Sarah. "What do you want to do?" Sarah shook her head. Charlie stood in the doorway. "Maud, you can stay awhile, or you can go with her, your choice." Dodgy followed Charlie to the hall. "If she can't decide hand her to Sam." "Maud?" "If she moans anymore, be a gent, escort her to the station." Sam turned up with a cab, and hustled Sarah through the door. Her face pressed against the window. Maud watched from the parlour as it turned into Queen Street. Dodgy grabbed his bowler and slammed the door. Whether Maud moaned, he didn't know. He hadn't listened. Besides, Charlie was better with a woman, than without. End of. When he tired of her, he would deal with her. Maud gave Charlie great comfort. She attempted to cook, and he tried to chew. He fucked her every night. Ten days later, she was cursed, the money for her expended, and Sam shoved her on the train to Waterloo. Dear L. I miss the way we were. I wish with all my heart that there was some way that we could go back to the days where your eyes beheld me as the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, when your heart felt lighter in my presents, when the thought of me kept you warm on a cold night. I know that I am the one to blame for letting that light in your eyes die. I know that I messed up, that what I did was wrong, and I wish that there were something that I could do. I know what it’s like to be hurt the way that I hurt you. It hurt me to see the pain that I caused and not be able to do anything to make it better. Now here we are, together again, but it doesn’t feel the same. I know you still care for me but I wonder if you are even in love with me a little bit. How do we get past the hurt? What can I do to make you forgive me, to let me into your heart again, to earn back your trust and once again feel the fullness of your love? I look back on all that I took for granted, and I only wish that I had appreciated it, and I know that if I had that back, I would work to keep it. I wouldn’t push it away like I did then. I would bask in every moment of the radiance of your love. I want a chance to love you the right way, but I need you to let me in. The distance between us when I am in your arms tears at my heart. Yes, I have suffered for my sins, and I am asking that you forgive them. I remember a time when we kissed and touched each other for the shear pleasure of it. How we loved to be next to each other- had to be next to each other. The way that we would lay across each others bodies, being both a pillow and a blanket for the other. We where all that we needed to feel safe and warm and happy. Back then we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. On our way to here or there, we’d stop at your apartment for something and I’d come to your room, and we’d never make it to our destination. You called it your lair and we’d make jokes on the wordplay (lay ‘er) and the mysterious sexual power that you commanded there. It was as if, once I was inside it, it was hopeless to resist. We’ve decided to stay together, I’m glad of that, but what I really want is the chance to do it right, to make it stronger and better than it ever was. I wasn’t the chance to prove that I’ve changed, that I can be trustworthy, honest, open and giving. I know I have a lot to do before I earn back that trust, but I’d like the chance to try. Love is what makes the difficult easy, and the impossible possible. I am asking for the impossible- to be forgiven. Only if you truly love me will you be able to give me this gift. And I pray that you do. I long for the days when my touch affected you; made your heart race and your breathing quicken. When everything within you longed to pull me close. There was a fire in your eyes then, a hunger that I miss. Roses and candlelight may be fine for some, but romance is not what I desire, it is passion that I yearn for, passion that I feel I must have in my life, in your eyes. Time, hurt, and betrayal have erased that passion, but my desire for it is strong. I would do anything to feel desire burning through you as you take me in your arms. I look at you now, the father of my child, with new eyes. I have a new appreciation for the wonderful things about you that once I took for granted, and the beauty of a face that reflects both the man I love and the child that you’ve given me. No longer can I take you for granted, you are too important to me, too precious on every level; the father of my child, the man I love; the one whose heart I once held in my hands. If only I had treated it right then, I know that I would hold it still. The words of a song keep floating through my head, “If ever you’re in my arms again, this time I’ll love you much better. If ever you’re in my arms again, this time I’ll hold you forever. This time will never end.” Even though you are in my arms, I know that you don’t trust me with your heart. If ever I had the chance again, I would indeed do it so much better. But I just don’t know if that chance will ever come. Will there ever be anything more than a reluctant reconciliation? I long for so much more. I need so much more. Maybe I have no right to need it, but I do. Mournfully yours, A. |
_Slight introduction:_ This is my fourth piece written for Literotica and it's not quite like my other things. I have had a lot of very favourable and interesting feedback so far - mostly from men. But I would be very interested in hearing from women telling me of their experiences and fantasies (especially those interracial ones) and how they relate to my accounts. Also, I have been asked if my pieces are fiction or fact but I will leave that up to the reader to decide. If I were to tell you they were fantasy many would be disappointed with me but if I said they were truth many wouldn't believe me. So I will say the following; they are mainly lots of one and just a very little of the other! Clue: (Notice, I don't call them'stories'.) I would like to tell you why I write... but another time, eh? (Okay, in a nutshell, words and sex turn me on...) * * * * * Question. What is the difference between Making Love and Fucking? For me the answer is Power. Making love is about sharing, giving, pleasing but FUCKING (I love the sound of that word) is about using, abusing, taking, dominating and is much more powerful in so many ways; the lust, the desire, the memories, the orgasms... A girlfriend says; "For me, I think, the answer is that making love involves an expression of Love... Fucking is the fulfillment of Lust." I am a thinking girl, alas for you guys who just want to fuck me without fucking my mind first. Actually I am intuitive, feeling and cognitive. I don't like scaring guys off with this but I do like a guy who thinks. Especially about human relationships. (I like her "fulfillment of Lust.") At the risk of boring you let me tell you that I am doing research on human relationships, especially male/female sexual ones. I'm studying psychology, sociological anthropology (and French literature, specialising in the Marquis de Sade). I also have a part time job in a big advertising agency. I am in my early twenties, have been told I am a tiny, black, sex goddess and you know which one, if you are a thinking man, don't you? So, about love, sex and power... We all want some sort of power and some people think money is power, others think it's physical strength, I know where my power lies... And where its truth is born. Sex is an incredible force that I have hidden away in my dark mind and body - in massive doses -and when I use it, it gives me great energy, power and knowledge. My memories are a bit jumbled but I think one of the first times I realised and released this knowledge was when I was about... quite young. As a young girl, when my boobs and pussy hairs were just growing and I was still a tomboy, hanging upside down from trees, doing the splits, handstands, cartwheels, backward rolls and all those gymnastic activities girls get up to, usually wearing little summer skirts or tight shorts that I was outgrowing I often had people watching me in admiration. Not surprisingly boys and men with a certain sort of concentration on their faces. Their gazes were usually fixed between my thighs. I enjoyed this. And so, I performed more enthusiastically, sitting straight with my legs spread and slowly raising them, right over my shoulders and putting my ankles around my neck. I am very elastic, by the way. Oh, I hadn't mentioned this, had I? I suppose I could have been a contortionist. I am a sexual contortionist. But more of that later. Men would be transfixed and their wives would move them on. All eyes were on my little pussy outlined beneath my tight panties. I was aware of this even then and have often wondered why it turned me on even at that young age but never troubled me. I would be wet and tingling without knowing what was irritating me. I would shin up a tree to the highest branches- it's an old oak tree on the Common - and ride that top thick, smooth bough as though I were a horsewoman but, very quickly, if I were alone, I would be simply rubbing my sex hard against the bark, legs and arms wrapped tightly around this thickness and experiencing strong sexual feelings. Orgasms. I was a pre-teen tree fucker! Other girls of my age were not like this, as I soon found out. And I had to hide my sexuality from them but loved flaunting it 'innocently' in front of boys. Giving them flashes of what they wanted to see. Just flashes. Until one day we were on the Common, me and three boys in the year above me. We started wrestling - yes I did that, too - and suddenly I was having my knickers yanked off! This excited me but I had to put up a struggle, just for the show of it! I had my skinny black thighs wrapped around one of them squeezing his ribs but they prized me open and ripped off my little, white panties that must have been a little bit moist, I reckon. They had pulled them off in an act of bravado and there I was sitting on the grass, bare assed in my summer dress, which was covered in grass stains, and these silly schoolboys had my knickers and they didn't know what to do with them. I smiled, raised my knees to my chin and put my arms around my shins. I was sure they could see under the hem of my dress. I knew what to do. "Can I have my panties back, please?" I asked sweetly. "Come and get them!" they taunted. "Please..." I whispered, taking my arms away and leaning back on them, letting my legs relax open, slightly. I can't remember all the details but they came closer, waving my panties in my face and I started showing more and more of The Thing I Had That Could Control Males, knowing I had them in my complete power, me, a little girl. (I'm still little at five foot one.) Even at that early age, I say again, I instinctively knew about sexual control. Grabbing my panties from the boy near me I held them to my face and breathed in deeply. "Have you smelt them?" I teased and I knew exactly what I was doing though I had never done this before. I waved them in front of Brian's face and beckoned him with a finger. "Smell this perfume, Brian," stroking the crotch of my knickers over his mouth and nose.. They smelt of horny little girl. The odour had even turned me on so I knew Brian wouldn't be able to resist. "Hmmmm..." was what he said or something equivalent. The other two reached out for my knickers and breathed them in. "Smells good, doesn't it? Here is the Origin of that Exquisite Perfume..." as I completely spread my legs. "Come closer, boys." I was playing with them, could do what I wanted with these boys and I can still do what I want with any man, including my Daddy. They were panting and staring at my pussy. My pink, pussy lips have always been thick and prominent, contrasting with the chocolate colour around them. They were looking at a girl with the shaven cunt of a woman. "You are only allowed to sniff... and kiss me there too.." as the first one approached. "Get on your hands and knees like a dog and sniff my pussy... rub your face in it." I could smell it strongly so they must have been smothered in that sweet, sexy smell. Each in turn came and sniffed and kissed but I wouldn't let them touch it with their fingers. Then I made them lie on the grass and take down their jeans so I could see what they had seen 'chez moi' and I held their Willies that had now become Pricks. (Nowadays I prefer Cocks and Dicks.) With my legs spread I wanked my first prick and he was mine to do with what I wanted. When he quickly started breathing heavily as if he were about to come I stopped and took another one in hand. I had become an artist who had discovered her innate skills. Mine concerned sexual satisfaction, sexual control and power. I sat back and faced them. "Listen, don't touch you pricks! Look at my pussy..." I am sure it was winking at them now. My knees were up and my legs were totally wide open and I knew they were seeing paradise. I put my hands on my twitching, twat, spread it, rub it, fingered it and started having an orgasm as they watched mesmerised. "Now you can wank." Suddenly their hands became blurs over their dicks. I must have crawled over to two of them and lay between them with my hands all over balls and I watch them shoot thin lengths of come into the air - seemingly shooting forever as youngsters do. I told them they could have more if they didn't tell anyone and they went away in wonder and in awe. And they did have more, but no fucking. These were some of the same boys I was still cock-teasing five or six years later. This experience gave me a wonderful sensation of power over men and I knew I could do whatever I willed with them, even when they thought they had the upper hand. So... Coming back to my initial question and my answer. Do you prefer fucking or making love? It wasn't exactly my first question but it comes down to the same. I prefer fucking. Human relationships are based on domination and most women want to be dominated, forced to a degree, coerced, used and taken. And when you are a very sexy, petite, sweet, black girl with oriental eyes that white men lust over you are no exception. In the above incident with the schoolboys I was their dominatrice, they were my subs. But few women can resist a really, really horny man, a man who wants her badly, who insists with his crude words carried to her groin on his low, sexy voice, his lustful looks and ways... a man who knows what he wants and how to obtain it... But more of this later ;) And what is it about blacks and whites, I have been asked. Well that's easy. Blacks were the slaves of whites and what greater pleasure for the black man than to subjugate the white wife of his master? This is the history, anyway. And for the white wife... the taboo of being taken by the slave, being made his slut, to worship his big, black dick, being dominated by this sex hungry animal. And fucked and fucked... I think a lot white women could relate to that. But what does this Black Barbie Doll find so sexually attractive in white men. Well, we women were also their slaves and were used - how and where and when they wanted. Some used us well, others beat us. Some of us hated them others loved them. I must have been one of the others and wonder if it isn't in my genes. Modern research suggests that many behavioural tendencies come from genes and I wonder where my lust for sex and for white men comes from, my instinctive understanding of sex and men. I feel as though I was born with this knowledge and this power. Genes? And in writing about my experiences I hope to find some answers. Sorry about giving you a dissertation here, but I promise you, you'll have more sex next time. Probably about Quentin, my horny, drunken boyfriend who was engaged to a white girl and who lead me into debauchery in London pubs and clubs. I have been thinking about him a lot recently. Oh dear, I really was a bad girl. Hope you still love me anyway, you Thinking Guys? (And you non-thinking beasts who would probably fuck the shit out of me, anyway ;) Your chocky. I am in lust with my cyber-sex partner. I have had him for the past three years. We go through periods of time where we have playtime often and then periods where we cannot play at all. I have known him for over 20 years; we went to the same high school. Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine, so that I could go back in time an make him mine in reality. Knowing what I know now about where my life has taken me, it might not be a bad thing. I know; I know I should not complain. A girl could have it much, much worse than I do. However, in my mind if we were a couple it would only be better than it is. There is a movie by the title "Reality Bites" and every time I think of it, I cannot help but think that it is the most truthful title of any movie. I think that might be why we have fantasies. This is mine. My fantasy settles around a normal, everyday man. No movie stars, no celebrities for me. I want a hardworking man. I want a man with a real job. I want an alternate reality in my fantasy I do not want an unattainable pretty boy that would never bother with a woman like me. I want the man next door. My fantasy man is in my opinion sexy as hell. I really do not care what the next woman thinks of him. He is mine and she can go find her own version of sexy. He is of average height and weight. He is of above average in other areas and that is just fine with me. He has the best eyes. I get lost in his eyes, both when I am looking at photos of his face, and when we face to face on the web cam. I think his lips look so kissable. I want to kiss them. I wish I could kiss them. You wonder how much of a turn on he is for me. Well he has a rather popular first name so every time I hear it I feel my nipples harden. His last name is one that there is a road near me by the same name and driving by it makes my panties damp. I see his icon on my instant messenger and I cream my panties. Just knowing that he is out there, knowing I want him, knowing he wants me makes me feel hot. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel like a woman wants a man to make her feel. The way a relationship feels when it is new, fresh, and hot. The way a relationship feels before it gets to that comfortable, room mate feeling. Since I cannot have the shared role-play fantasy with him on a regular basis, I have to take matters into my own hands. He is my fantasy while I masturbate. If I could tell him how much he turns me on right now this is what I would tell him. He likes me to masturbate for him. We tell each other what we would do to each other, and what we want the other to do to us. He knows where I like to be touched, and how I like it. Unlike my husband, he remembers those places. "I am lying in my bed and I have my favorite toy, you know the one, the one that we nicknamed after you since it is the size of your erect dimensions. I am picturing you in my mind as I put it in between my lips and suck on it, as I visualize that I am sucking on your magnificent cock. I playfully lick it on the underside of the shaft just as I would if I could wrap my lips around you. I playfully slide it in and out of my mouth as giving head turns me on so much. I suck on the balls of the toy, wishing that I could feel your real erect member instead of this hard fake one. I begin to bob my head on the toy, pretending that it is really you. I am wishing you were somehow here. I put the toy aside for a few minutes and I concentrate on my hard nipples, pulling them and twisting them as if it were you handling them. I spend long minutes on them, as I know you would. I want you to suck on them for me. I can make my own nipples reach my mouth as I have large enough breasts and I suckle my own nipples, with my eyes closed, and I visualize that it is really you suckling them so hungrily. Can you see me suckling my own nipples? I know how much you love that when I do that on camera for you. I spread my thighs and I run my fingers over my bald shaven mound feeling the wetness that is already there. I think back to the first time I revealed my bald pussy to you. I know how much that its smooth look turned you on. You did not expect to see a mom shaved clean. I slide one finger between my lower lips, I locate my clit, and I begin to rub it. I am already wet. I get my finger moist with my wetness and I lightly rub my clit in an up and down motion. In my head, this is you gently tonguing my clit. I wish I could somehow simulate your teeth gently scraping it as you go down on me. I slide a finger from my other hand into my pussy as you would while you go down on me. I thrust it in and out several time and then I slide it down to my pucker. I know how into anal you are. I am still an anal virgin. I am hoping to give that to you one day. I rim myself with my wet finger and I pretend that it is you, rubbing me. I slide my finger into my rosebud and I can feel it gripping and clenching my finger. I am so wet now. I need to get myself very wet to be able to handle fitting that toy into myself. It is very thick, just like you are. I place two fingers into my sodden hole and slide them in and out stretching myself for the penetration to come. I am now wet enough to take on the toy. I slide it over my clit and use it to flick my clit a few times, to tease myself. In my mind, I can hear your voice whispering to me how much I turn you on, how much you want me. I whisper aloud how much I want you; I need you as the head of my toy named after you slowly begin to penetrate me. It's thick bulbous head slide past my g-spot and I squirt hard, spraying my girl cum all over my bed, thankful that I had a towel beneath me. I get it all the way in and I imagine that we kiss. I ride my toy, and in my mind, it is you. My clit rubs against the towel beneath me each time I come down on the toy and it penetrates me so deep, so good. I want you to penetrate me this fully. I say your name as I grind on the toy. Your name is on my lips and my mind as I keep riding this toy as if it was my own cowboy. I need you so bad by this point I am thrusting your replacement in and out hard, as I pretend that we have such a great need for each other that we cannot have slow and tender sex, just hard take me now fucking. I come, I come, and I say your name aloud. I say, "Fuck me, fuck me" and then I moan your name as I come to an orgasm for the fourth time. I flip over to have you enter me doggie style. I continue to thrust the toy in and out of my pussy as I feel myself build toward another orgasm. I slide a finger into my ass, as I know you would and I come again, for the last time. I slump to the bed exhausted, with wet thighs and a large toy still inside of me. I catch my breath, and slowly slide your replacement out. I lick my come off it, and then I want to kiss your lips, so I do in my mind, and get up to properly wash it and put it away. Then I curl up in bed to sleep and dream of you." I would then wait his response. Some of the best sex I've had was with a petite Vietnamese gal that I dated for quite a while. We weren't serious, we had a casual relationship and dated other people but we enjoyed each other's company. This I believe gave me the freedom to express my deepest darkest fantasies without worrying about what she would think of me. She was fairly conservative in bed and not the typical triple X nymphomaniac that one usually associates with incredible sex. She had a subdued demeanor in bed, a whimper instead of a moan, a moan instead of a cry, a muffled cry instead of an all out scream but sometimes less is more and in her case her shy expressions of lust and pleasure were that much more erotic. She was basically only into straight sex and oral sex on the receiving end. She would go down on me reluctantly and very briefly during foreplay at my request. In the beginning that was enough, I would love going down on her for hours, she had an intoxicating scent and taste. I'm not sure who enjoyed it more her or me, that's how much I loved tasting her. She also had the smoothest softest skin that just begged to be caressed, licked and tasted. Over time something about her shyness challenged me to try get her to perform more kinky sex acts. I would get her to watch kinky pornographic movies with lust crazed nymphos having cum facials, ingesting copious quantities of cum and accepting huge cocks in every orifice of their body especially up their tight asses. I would tease her about having a threesome with me. Her getting one of her girlfriends to join us or even getting one of my buddies to join us double teaming her but I knew there was no chance in that ever happening. What I did set my sights on was persuading her to perform oral sex on me to the point of orgasm and letting me cum in her mouth or better yet letting me deflower that beautiful virgin ass of hers...that was my ultimate fantasy...a chance to insert myself into her beautiful wet tight hot rear end would be a dream come true. To me the ultimate submission for a girl is to let a man have her in the ass. To let a man use and abuse that tight back door passage for his pleasure and enjoyment at the expense of her discomfort. I became obsessed with the thought of possessing her this way. I began pestering her relentlessly about letting my have her bottom. I said 'Look at the gals in the movies, they love it! Won't you at least try it! My ex- girlfriend use to have anal sex with me all the time and she loved it! She would let me pull out and cum all over her face and swallow every drop!" She would respond with "That's so perverted and disgusting! I don't understand why any man would want to do such a thing to a girl! I can understand why gay men have anal sex but why would a man want to do such a filthy thing to a women when they can have her pussy? Plus it must be really painful!..and what is this thing with wanting to cum all over my face! I don't want your cum all over me! Isn't my pussy enough for you??? Isn't being inside my soft wet pussy enough! None of the men I've been with before ever requested me to perform such a disgusting filthy act!" I would keep at her until she got angry and then I would let up, let her calm down only to bring it up another time when she was in a better mood. We got into some heated debates over this. She stated "I don't do that period! I'm not that kind of girl. Go back to you Ex- girlfriend if you want to have such perverted sex! Those porno stars only do that because they get paid a lot of money! Why are you so obsessed with this ass thing??? Can't you let it go, its not going to happen now stop already!" But of course I could not. Her aversion to these acts only fueled my desire. After many such arguments one night after pleading with her mercilessly and trying to make her feel guilty by saying "I go down on you for hours because I know you love it (of course I loved it every bit as much as her), why won't you do this for me! I try to do everything to please you in bed and you won't even try this once! Just try it this one time. I promise I'll stop immediately if you don't like it and never bother you again about it. At least try it once, you never know you might like it. You only live once, please, for me. I fantasize about your beautiful ass all the time! I dream about loving you this way. Help me experience my ultimate fantasy. You have the power to fulfill my dreams. I'm begging you, I'll do anything you want if you do this!" I think all the begging pleading and arguing finally wore her down or perhaps watching all those porno stars taking it up the ass made her just a little bit curious, what ever the reason that night she said "If I let you try it this one time you won't bother me about it anymore and you promise to stop immediately if it hurts???". I responded "Absolutely, I'll take it out immediately if you don't like it. I swear, I promise, Baby, I love you for this, you are the best, I'll be so gentle!" I was so excited I had butterflies in my stomach and could barely contain my self, to finally get a chance to have her in this kinky way and to feel her open up her tight rear end to me in a way that she has never done before, to engage in this depraved act with me and let me use that tight forbidden orifice was just too much! I was ecstatic and pounced on her. I began by running my tongue all over her small light colored nipples sucking and biting them gently, then sliding up and kissing her sensual mouth feeling her soft wet tongue slip into my mouth. I ran my tongue down the length of her body to down her belly and began to mouth her sex through her panty enjoying the sent and the feel of her against me. She ground hard against me and I knew I must have more. With one swift move I reached up and removed her panties and then nuzzled against her tightly trimmed pubic hair. I ran my tongue all over her sex, parting her sweet pink lips gently and extending my tongue as far inside as possible savoring the taste of her. She uttered gentle catlike moans. I then rolled over and she gently knelt over my face, a position she absolutely loves. She lowered herself onto my mouth and began to grind her pussy against my lips and tongue. I looked up and could see her beautiful petite breasts rising up and down with her rapid excited breathing. I reached up and pinched her nipples while she ground her sex harder against my mouth. She rocked back and forth on me lips and tongue for an hour building up to an intense orgasm, she uttered a muffled cry as she came hard against my open mouth. As she rolled gently off, my lips were numb from the pressure of her rub+++++her sex against me but my thirst was not quenched. She was nervous in anticipation of the main event. I began by rolling her onto her stomach and running my tongue down her spine to her tail bone...and still lower until I reached her tight rear opening. She shuddered when she felt my tongue touch her anus. I licked and kissed it passionately and began to probe the opening with my tongue working it slowly up her ass. I felt it squeezing my tongue tight as I extended more of it in. I began moving my tongue in and out of her ass extending it as far as possible into her rectum. I fucked her ass with my tongue savoring the sensuous taste of her anal juices. I could not get enough of her delicious ass. After a thorough tonguing of her back passage I reached for a jar of Vaseline and generously coated her anus with it. I begin to insert my index finger into her hot tight ass feeling it clench my finger tightly, slowly sliding it in and out. I work a second finger into her beautiful backside, her virgin ass was incredibly tight I could feel her pulse in the hot canal. I could barely fit two fingers in. She begins to protest saying it hurts and feels so weird. I told her to relax and enjoy it. I fingered her more and she began asking me to stop. At this point fearing that she would change her mind and not go through with it, I quickly coated my penis with a generous portion of Vaseline and began to mount her. I slid up behind her and positioned the head of my cock against her sacred tight opening and gently began pushing the head of my cock up her ass penetrating her forbidden passage. She moaned and told me it hurts. I told her its ok relax and began kissing her neck and caressing her breasts and pussy. I felt her incredible tightness envelop my hard cock as I slipped about half my cock up her virgin ass, her body tensed up and quivered in protest to the intrusion. The feeling was unbelievable! Looking down and seeing my cock distending her tight cute little anus was the most erotic thing. I was in heaven. She moaned, "Please stop, take it out, please my ass is burning and it feels like your going to split me apart, it hurts so bad, please stop, you promised!!" but there was no stopping me, I don't believe someone could stop themselves when something felt this good. I held her firm. Her hot wet tight ass was pure pleasure around my hard cock. I told her, 'C,mon baby you can take it, just relax, this is so incredible! God your hot anus feels so good" I was so tempted to say the hell with it and ram my cock home all the way up her ass, pinning her with my arms, forcing her to take all of it, sodomizing her brutally. It took all my will to restrain myself, instead I kept a steady rhythm and only worked half my cock in and out of her beautiful ass trying to pacify her protests of pain. I just kept telling her "You can take it baby just a little longer, you're so incredibly hot, please don't make me stop, I need to cum in your hot wet ass". She turned her head looked at me with tears in her eyes begged and pleaded for me to hurry up "It hurts so bad!, Please no more, I'll go down on you please no more of this anal! Please let me up! You're going to really hurt me!", I kissed her cheeks, and licked the tears from her eyes sucked and nibbled on her neck, put my tongue in her ear and whispered "Just a little longer baby, please, you can do it for me!, take it for me! Feel my cock in your virgin backside!" I would of liked it to last forever but the sensations were too intense and overwhelming, seeing the pained distraught expression on her sexy face as she submitted her sexy ass to me was incredibly erotic and pushed me over the edge, despite my wish to possess her like this for an eternity. The distressed look in her eyes, the tears on her cheeks, her cries of protest and pain with each thrust of my penis in her bowels, combined with the feel of her hot oiled anus squeezing my cock brought me to the point of no return. I began to ejaculate my sperm into the dark wet tight recesses of her rectum. I felt my seed shooting over and over again into her deflowered virgin ass filling her anal cavity with load and loads of my cum, just the thought of her accepting my cum in such a taboo place was so psychologically titillating.!!! To finally consummating this unnatural act with her, it is a memory I will treasure forever!!! She cried out loudly in pain as I thrusted a little too deeply burying almost three quarters of my cock into her bowels during my moment of ecstatic bliss. She turned her head back at me with tears streaming down her cheeks crying "Take it out! God take it out!" Ignoring her cries I held her hips tight until my climax subdued and the last of sperm trickled into her bowels. I finally released my grip on her hips and she quickly pulled away and ran to the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Her repulsion to the act made it that much more erotic. I was amazed that I was able to talk her into trying it! I laid back on the bed and thought I have just experienced her hot tight forbidden orifice and it was better then I could have imagined! After several minutes of washing and cleaning and showering, I imagine to rid her bowels of my cum, she returned I with a pouty pissed look on her face and rubbed her rear. I told her that her ass was incredible. She exclaimed, "It hurt like hell you bastard why didn't you stop when I told you!" I just smiled wickedly pulled her close and nibbled gently on her neck and whispered, "You'll learn to like it, I want your ass again". She shot me a glaring look and said "No way!!! Not in my ass never again! I'll go down on you but that's where I draw the line, no more of this anal stuff! Those porno girls are crazy!".. I just laugh and said we'll see. I ran my tongue over her neck, reached behind her and gently pressed on her sore anus causing her to wince in pain, I lick her ears and whispered "I still want to come in her mouth and feel you swallow it all and the next time I will thrust my self completely up that delicious little sore ass of yours." She's tries to push me away and declared "Not in this lifetime, I don't want come in my mouth and I'll NEVER let anyone do that to me again!" I kiss her sensuously and reply "Never say never, we'll see. You are so hot when you're angry! That was so good. I love your ass baby!" As I look back on it my only thought was perhaps I should of gone all out instead of restraining myself. Perhaps I should of just pinned her down and penetrated her all the way, raping that hot virgin ass of hers! It could have been a chance of a lifetime to completely dominate and possess her sensuous body, force her against her will, to feel her struggle beneath me as I savagely plunge my hard cock repeatedly deep into her bowels, forcing her to take every inch of my cock up her hot tight rectum, penetrating her body and soul completely, having her accept my seed on infertile soil deep within her body!!! Eventually I did get to cum in her mouth but couldn't quite get her to swallow. I also succeeded in impaling my cock all the way up her tight bottom. I can be quite persuasive when I want to be but that's another story. I would be curious to hear what you women think? Have any of your partners persuaded you to perform some kinky act that you didn't want. How did you feel? Did a part of you enjoy it and find it erotic? I would love to hear what its like from the other side. I believe a part of my Asian princess was very flattered and aroused that I loved her ass so much! I think despite the pain and discomfort she suffered, in her own way she enjoyed it! |
Heather poured another glass of wine for Tim, then held the bottle up for their neighbors. Ben Washington smiled and nodded. He pushed his glass forward with a large black hand. "Luckily, we don't have to drive home," Olivia said, and her glass joined Ben's. Heather filled them both, emptying the second bottle of the night. She shot a look at Tim. He met her look and nodded. It was just about time to bring up the subject. "I can't keep drinking like this, now that I'm an old lady," Heather said, moaning the last two words. Tim sighed and chuckled. "Heather turned 30 last week," he said. "Really?" Ben said, eyeing Tim's blonde wife up and down. "You don't look it." Olivia glared at the attention he was paying to the white woman who was clearly fishing for compliments. "When I turned 30 two years ago, I was down about it too," Olivia said. "But it's just a number." "That's exactly what I tried to tell her," Tim said. "She's still just as young as ever." "What worked for you?" Heather asked Olivia. "To get you out of your funk?" "Just time," she said. "Eventually I stopped thinking about it." Heather giggled and elbowed Tim in the ribs. "That doesn't sound as much fun as our plan!" Tim shuffled in his seat, pretending to be uncomfortable, even though this was exactly what the night had been leading up to. "We made her a... um...bucket list. Of things she always wanted to do," he explained. "We both have those too," Ben said. Heather smirked. "Not like this one," she said. "It's kind of a..." Tim started. "It's a sexual bucket list," Heather finished. "All the fantasies I've wanted to fulfill before I die." Their black neighbors both leaned forward to listen more intently. "We've been working our way through the list," Tim said. Ben tried to sound casual, asking, "What's, ah...what are some of the things on the list?" "Outdoors," Tim said. "In public." "Check," Heather said, making a hand motion of crossing the item off the list. "Really?" Olivia asked. "In the past week?" "We went to City Park late one night, on one of the benches," Tim said. Ben and Olivia laughed. "Well," Ben said. "That's outdoors, sure. But does it really count as public? No one's in the park in the middle of the night." "Yeah, we weren't sure if that counted either," Heather said. "So we got a sitter for overnight and rented a room at the Hilton by the highway." The Washingtons looked puzzled. "We got a room on the third floor, facing the highway," Tim explained. "Then we pushed the bed up to the window and opened the shades." "I'm sure there's lots of traffic out there, but I don't think they always honk quite that much," Heather giggled. Olivia and Ben gaped at the couple. They both seemed to be getting turned on. "We've done it in public too," Olivia blurted out, and Ben turned to her in shock. "Honey!" he said. "Well we did!" She turned to Tim and Heather. "It was at a nightclub, after midnight. All the couples were grinding on the floor and we...did a little more than just grind." "Nice!" said Heather in a low voice and made quick eye contact with Ben. "What else is on the list," Ben asked. "Moving car," Tim said. "We rented a limo for that one." "Sexy," said Olivia. "We had a limo for our wedding day," Ben said. "We took care of that one on the way to the reception." "Sounds like your bucket list would be a lot shorter than ours," Tim said. "Or a lot more creative," Heather said. After a few more minutes of conversation, Heather produced four pens and ripped sheets off a pad of paper by the phone. Tim reviewed the rules of their game. "Each of us writes down one item from our sexual bucket list," he said. "Then we'll mix them up in a pile so no one knows whose is whose. Then we'll take turns reading them." The other three nodded. "Everyone ready? Go." There was only one choice for Tim, and he wrote it down immediately. "Threesome." He folded it in half, then looked across the table at Olivia. She was wearing a white blouse that showed off her large breasts. If this worked, he'd get to see that caramel-colored cleavage up close and personal. Heather also wrote hers down quickly and folded the paper in half. Ben thought for a second. His real first choice would have been "white girl," but he knew Olivia was already upset with his wandering eye. He'd never hear the end of it if he wrote that. Instead, he went with a second choice that was just as good. Olivia tapped the pen against her lips, fighting a mischievous grin. Ben didn't even know about her true first choice. Should she put it? She took a big sip of wine, gulped it down, and wrote down her choice. Tim shuffled the papers and dealt them out, one per person. Tim ended up getting his own. He opened the paper and displayed it to the group. "We know THAT must be one of the guys!" Olivia said. He gave a playful scolding look at Ben and Tim. Olivia opened hers next. She laughed once, loudly and showed it to everyone. "I sense a theme here," she said. It also said, "Threesome." Tim's cock jumped in his pants. He knew what Heather wrote, so that came from one of the Washingtons. Ben had a poker face, but Tim suspected Olivia was right about the guys wanting that. Ben opened his next. Tim was a master of card tricks, and, despite shuffling the papers, he'd made sure that Ben got Heather's. He opened it and his poker face slipped a little, but he quickly recovered. He displayed what was written. "Stranger/Black guy." "I guess we know who that came from," Ben said. "Unless there's something we don't know about Tim." Heather took a deep sip of wine, her eyes dancing above the glass. She opened the last one. She gaped at Olivia across the table, then turned the paper for everyone to see. "Girl on girl." "Wow," Ben said. "I think we learned a lot about each other tonight." "You know," Tim said quietly. "We could cross all these items off our lists at once." They all looked at each other across the table. Each person sipped their wine. Then they began planning. It ended up being fairly simple. Four nights of threesomes. Each person sat out one night and participated in the other three. The three participants would go to a hotel room, while the fourth wheel would stay home and watch both couples' kids. They ripped four more slips of paper off the pad and wrote the numbers one through four on each of them. Each person would draw a slip, which would tell them what night they'd be sitting out. "But don't show anyone," Tim cautioned. "We don't find out who'll be joining us until it's time to leave for the hotel." The four of them sat in silence, then they all burst out laughing. "Are we really going to do this?" Ben asked. "Why not?" Heather asked. "Everyone gets what they want, right?" "Both boys get their threesome," Olivia said. "I assume you both meant two girls and you, right? Not another guy." Ben and Tim both nodded eagerly. "Heather gets what she wants," Olivia continued. "Twice," Heather added, giving a wide-eyed look at Ben. "Me too," Ben thought, returning her look. "And our surprise queen for the night gets her secret desire too," Tim said, looking at Olivia. "Twice," Ben added. Heather looked from Ben to Olivia and back. "I'm going to be a busy little girl these next few days," she said. "Aren't we all," said Olivia. The party broke up a short time later and the Washingtons headed next door. The usual end-of-night hugs seemed a little more awkward. Everyone was reluctant to make too much contact with their neighbors. "That's going to change soon," Tim thought. As soon as the door shut, Tim turned to face Heather. He was going to say, "We did it," but before he could, Heather was on him, kissing him deeply and ripping off his clothes. They made wild love next to the front door. Next door, the front door was still ajar as the Washingtons couldn't even wait to shut and lock it before getting started on the same thing. All four knew that their spouse's mind was on someone else. None of them cared. Heather took Tim inside her, thinking about how Ben's black cock would feel entering her tight white pussy. She clawed at his back, imagining the contrast of her pale hands against his dark skin. Tim was thinking of the contrast he would make on top of Olivia's body. He pushed himself deeper, thinking of the two women taking turns sucking him, then exchanging his load in a lesbian kiss. Ben took his wife, thinking of Heather's tight ass and firm tits. Olivia always hated him flirting with white girls. Now she'd see him taking one right in front of her. Olivia let Ben's familiar cock fill her up, wondering what it would be like, after ten years of marriage and two years of college dating, to have a new one enter her. As they continued to move together, without knowing it, she pulled up the same mental picture as Ben, of Heather's round, firm ass and large, perky tits. All four began to moan, while thinking of the people next door. * * * The next evening, after dinner, the doorbell rang. Ben and Olivia stood on the doorstep, holding their young son and daughter by the hand. "Boys," Heather called. "The Washingtons are here! " To the kids, she said, "They're in their room. Go on up." The Washingtons dressed up for the occasion. Ben was wearing an expensive- looking silk shirt that clung to his chest. Olivia had a slinky black dress. Tim joined the three of them at the front door, still wearing his suit from work. "Everybody ready?" he asked. All of them seemed a bit nervous. "Hope everyone's wearing clean underwear," Ben joked. "Not me," said Heather in a glum voice. She held up her slip of paper, with a large number one written on it. "You two boys take it easy on her. And pace yourself. Save something for the next few nights." She and Ben made eye contact as she said it, and everyone felt the spark. Olivia followed the two men to the car. Ben reached back and took her hand. After a pace, Tim reached and took her other hand. She slid into the back seat of their car. Tim went around and got in the front passenger seat. Ben looked over at him. "So, when does our night start?" he asked. "Right now, I guess," Tim answered. "You sure you want to be up front with me, then?" Just like that, the mood in the car changed. Tim stepped out and got in back next to Olivia. She snuggled up next to him, and he put his arm around her. She put her head on his shoulder. "You ever been with a white guy?" Tim asked. Olivia shook her head. She looked up at him. "Not only that, but yours will be the first cock I've seen other than my husband's in more than a dozen years." "You think you can live up to that?" she asked. Tim kissed her hard. She probed his mouth deeply with her tongue and pawed at his soft, silky hair. "How about you?" she asked. "Never with a black woman," he said, "and you will be the first person other than Heather in ten years. You ready for that?" They kissed again. Tim slipped his hand inside the top of her dress and cupped her breast. They were slightly larger and rounder than Heather's. He pawed at her smooth, soft skin, then slipped a finger inside the cup of her lacy bra and traced her nipple. They seemed enormous, and he couldn't wait to see them up close. His felt his cock swell inside his pants. Olivia seemed to know what was happening. She slid a palm down his chest and placed it on his bulge. "Hmm," she said playfully. "I always wondered if white boys could measure up." "And?" Tim asked. He'd been wondering the same thing, especially since he'd be standing naked next to Ben two of the next four nights. Maddeningly, she wouldn't answer, but she also didn't move her hand away. Instead she gripped him through his pants and rubbed him up and down. Ben looked at his rear view mirror, watching his wife and neighbor exploring each other in the back seat. He'd also been wondering about Tim's manhood. He didn't think he had to worry about being topped in that department, especially the way Tim's little white wife had been hungrily eying him the last two nights. Still, he felt competitive as he felt pangs of jealousy nipping at him. Olivia couldn't wait any longer. She opened Tim's pants and slowly unzipped him. His cock bulged against his briefs, and she peeled them down to expose him. She gripped him firmly in one hand, looking at her dark hand and shiny wedding ring contrasted against his thick white pole. She looked at Tim with an upturned eyebrow and nodded. She seemed impressed, but wouldn't say anything. "Well?" Tim said urgently. "Does it measure up?" Olivia leaned away from Tim so that his cock was in full view in the rear-view mirror. Ben relaxed a little. He thought he had him by about an inch in length and was a little thicker. Still, it looked like Olivia would have her hands full tonight...among other things. "I guess you'll find out for yourself in a few miles," she said flirtatiously. Tim groaned. "Relax," she whispered in his ear. "I think you'll do fine." She dropped her head into his lap and licked the tip of his cock. She was surprised at the smell and taste of him, so different from her husband. It was new and exotic. She opened her mouth and took the head in her mouth, sucking lightly. Tim felt her full lips slide down his cock as she took more of him into her mouth. She ran her long fingernails lightly up and down on his ball sack. Ben kept pulling his eyes away from the road to watch them. His own cock was rock hard as he watched his beautiful ebony wife blowing the white man that lived next door. She shifted her angle so she could make eye contact with him in the mirror. He saw the hint of a grin on her busy mouth as she watched him watch her. Olivia turned her attention back to Tim, looking up at him with wide brown eyes as she sucked his white rod harder and faster. Tim reached down and cupped her round ass through her dress. Olivia continued to play with his balls, tracing patterns with her nails as Tim squirmed in delight. Then she felt them tighten and pull up toward his body, becoming as rock hard as the rest of his cock. She knew what was about to happen and prepared herself. Tim groaned and released his load, spraying Olivia's busy tongue and mouth. He opened his eyes wide as he came, briefly making eye contact with Ben, watching him come in his wife's mouth in the rear-view mirror. Ben again fought off feelings of jealousy. He kept calm with thoughts of how he would be doing the same thing to Tim's hot little wife some time over the next couple days. Olivia worked to swallow it all down, marveling all the while at how different the experience was. She'd done this for Ben plenty of times and assumed all blow jobs were pretty much the same. But everything, from the taste to the temperature to the force it hit the back of her throat with were all so very new. She felt herself tingling all over from the excitement, feeling like she did back in her freshman year of college, when she experimented with plenty of boys. Even as his dick softened in her mouth, though, there was no question that Tim was a man. They were almost at the hotel. Olivia sat up in the back seat and looked at her husband in the mirror. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her turned on like this. Her dark eyes shone in the dim light. She was breathing heavily and lightly traced her cleavage with a finger. She leaned forward toward the front seat and reached her hand toward Ben's face. She extended the finger that had just been exploring her chest and let him lick the sweat from between her tits. Olivia was all over her husband as soon as they parked the car in the hotel lot. She leaned tightly against him and ran her hands over his chest and ass as they walked in. Tim, who had adjusted himself before leaving the car, went to the front desk. "We need a room," he said. "Four nights. Th—three people." He stumbled over the word. It would really be four people, but just three at a time. Olivia wrapped Ben's arm around her waist and backed up against him, grinding her ass against his crotch. She looked back and kissed him deeply. Ben felt her ass clench against his cock, as if she were trying to pull it in through their clothes. The three of them walked to their room. By the time they got there, Olivia's dress and bra straps were off one of her shoulders. Tim could see the round swell of the breast he'd been fondling in the car. Ben's hand was exploring it hungrily while Olivia continued to grind against him. As Tim tried to insert the key card in the lock, he felt Olivia's arm reach around him and rub the front of his pants. She pressed against him from behind as the three of them made a sandwich at the room door. Tim continued to fumble with the key as Olivia got his pants open. He looked back and saw that she'd already opened Ben's pants. She had his big black cock in her left hand and took Tim's white one in her right. She squeezed them both. Tim eyed Ben's healthy package. Ben was definitely more endowed, but it didn't look like Tim was going to embarrass himself. "Satisfied, boys?" Olivia asked. "Both of you have plenty of cock to go around, so don't worry." "Besides," she added with a sly grin, "I'll have plenty of fun exploring all the differences between the two of them." The green light finally came on and the door popped open. Tim propped one foot inside to keep it open, but none of them were in a hurry to move right now. Olivia alternated jacking the two men, first pulling with one hand, then the other. She explored the tip of each with her thumb. Ben continued to paw at her breasts, which were now both out. Tim hungrily eyed her large round nipples on the ebony flesh. Olivia increased her pace on Tim's cock, then leaned over. "I took care of you once in the car," she whispered in his ear, then probed it with her tongue and bit the lobe gently. "So it's Ben's turn." She let go of him and turned to Ben, cupping his balls with her free hand. Before Tim could complain, however, he felt her back up and press her ass against him, swaying back and forth. He hiked up the back of her dress and admired her round sexy ass, on full display, thanks to the tiny thong she was wearing. He took handfuls of her flesh and pressed his cock against the crack of her ass. On the other end, Oliva cupped Ben's tight ass and pulled him toward her, pressing even harder against Tim. The three of them tumbled into the room and got down to business. She licked Ben's cock up and down. Tim removed her thong and squeezed her cheeks. He rubbed his dick against her ass. She was busy bobbing up and down on Ben and spread her legs for Tim. Her pussy was dripping wet and he slid in easily. She began to move her hips, grinding and swaying, dancing to a song only she heard. He tried desperately to keep up with her. Tim put his hands on her ass, getting leverage as he thrust in and out of her willing pussy. Ben had his hands in her hair as she hungrily devoured his black meat. Tim could feel pressure building up in his balls and fought the feeling. He didn't want to finish twice before Ben's first time. Tim slid his right hand from her ass to her hip, then up the side of her dress to grab her right breast. "Mmm," she said, her voice muffled by Ben's cock. Ben's right hand left her head and slid down to cup her left breast. With her tits now being squeezed by two different men, and with one big cock beneath her and another in her mouth, Olivia felt ecstasy wash over her. She began to buck her hips against Tim, driving him deeper and deeper as the orgasm seized her. She felt her husband's cock swell against her lips. She knew him well enough to know what it meant. She slowed her pace to keep him with her a little longer, but she was too slow to react. Ben's hand tightened on her breast while his other hand pulled at her hair. Realizing she couldn't stop it, she bobbed her head forward once more, taking him deep into her throat, then sucked hard as she slowly pulled back up. He erupted, firing semen down her throat in hot, familiar jets. Her hips were now bouncing rapidly and Tim couldn't take it any longer. Olivia's body was showered in cum at both ends, and she felt a second orgasm hit her. She pressed her body hard against Tim to take his last jet of seed as deep inside her as she could. Ben's cock popped out of her mouth, and his last spurt went across her face. She closed her eyes and felt it running down her left eyelid and the side of her nose. Tim slid out of her, and she groaned at the empty feeling. She turned around, facing him. Without thinking, the two kissed passionately. Ben's cum was still hot and sticky as their faces pressed against each other, and Tim felt another man's semen on his cheeks. He also tasted it as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Ben was having the same experience. When his wife turned away from him, it left her pussy and ass facing him. He bent down and kissed one cheek of her ass, then slid underneath her and buried his face in her still dripping pussy, tasting her and the strange man that was just inside her. The black couple and white man sat in a messy pile, both softening cocks pressed against Olivia. "We haven't even made it to the bed yet," Ben said, thinking about the long night they had ahead of them. "We didn't even get the door shut all the way," Olivia answered. The door rested against the frame, but hadn't latched shut. Tim reached up with his foot and pressed it until it clicked. After a few more minutes to recover, time spent with Olivia exploring each man with her fingers, she stood up tall. "I think I'm going to clean up a bit," she said. The two men followed her to the bathroom for a shower. Olivia thought for a moment, feeling the men on either side of her. Then she laughed. The men looked at her with concern. "I was just thinking," she said. "This wasn't even what any of us wrote down as our bucket list fantasy." The night, and the three that would follow, stretched out before them invitingly. |
_Hi all, Sanpeux back. It has been a long time, years in fact since I last posted. I have decided to do things differently, move away from mind control stories. But I also wanted to explore the characters of my previous story, so I then created this new series._ Hope you all enjoy! ***** Taylor walked along the rows of cages, each cage had a cat inside. Some were clawing at the cage door while others were more skittish and kept to the back. There were other cats that fell somewhere in the middle, moving about the cage, glancing at him as he walked past and then returning to what they were doing. They are all so cute, Taylor thought. Cats were his favourite animal, he seemed to have such a deep love for them. Being in a room filled with cats meant he had a constant smile on his face, so much so that a few of the other students had noticed and commented. However, right now there were no other students in the room. It seems like others couldn't hang around cats as much as him. The Academy actually had an animal sanctuary, which was taken care of by a few dedicated staff members and volunteers from the student populace. As Taylor walked along the rows of cages he heard shouting from outside, at first he had thought it was just the general buzz from the students but as he stepped closer to the exit he realised there was something strange about the shouting. "Don't place the boxes there, they need to go into their actual cupboards."Yucera said, the lead supervisor sounding exasperated. "Take it off to the back room now." "But miss, it looks better here, perhaps we should leave it where it is." said a male voice. Taylor stopped in front of the exit, he didn't recognise the male voice but in his short time here he knew Yucera's voice well. The supervisor wasn't really a teacher, just the person that ran the whole department. He couldn't remember ever hearing her shout before, but her voice right now was close to that. "No, I do not have time for this. Just take it to the back room, it will help when I have to sort it out later."Yucera said. "I need to go to the supply room and pick up some feed, so please do that now." "We can do it later, right now I got a free period and I want to relax." said the male voice again. Taylor frowned, while the Sanctuary used volunteers heavily. Those volunteers would still have to sign on and work during the hours they had requested, so they couldn't just come here and relax as the voice stated. Taylor pushed the door ajar, peering out into the hallway and finding Yucera standing with a group of students. Taylor examined the situation, there were three male students and Yucera standing opposite them. The students were smiling at each other, as if in on some big joke. While Yucera stood with her hands on her hips. Between them all was a pile of boxes, small but numerous. "Go and put them into the storage cupboards now."Yucera said, a hint of steel in her voice. Taylor leaned against the door frame watching the scene unfold, silence descending on the hallway. The students stared impassively at Yucera, their smiles had slowly disappeared off their faces. Yucera's chest rose and fell with each passing breath. "No we won't," said the middle student. He looked between his friends before turning to face Yucera." This isn't funny anymore, let's go. I don't want to spend my free time in this dump with some stupid animals anyway." "You can't just leave, what about these boxes." Yucera said. "You can do it yourself." said the boy. He turned away and walked down the hall, followed by his friends. Taylor sighed, he didn't like guys like that, bullies that thought they could get away with things. A woman had to be talked to with respect, even when trying to get into their pants and that was what those guys were hoping for. He saw the looks on their faces, they had been mentally undressing Yucera. Yucera was a statuesque woman, almost as tall as him. She was a black, hair placed in a simple ponytail with purple highlights. She wore grey yoga pants and a tank red top. The clothing showed off her impressive body, from the tones calves to her prominent breasts. Overall she was a sexy woman, someone that he would like to fuck. Taylor watched her stare at the retreating backs of the student, she continued to breath in deeply. She took a step forward, bending at the waist she picked up the small pile of boxes and stood back up. He felt his cock harden at the sight of her arse, even if it was for only a moment, it was enough. Taylor continued to admire her arse until it disappeared behind a door, he blinked having now realised she had been walking away from him. Taylor glanced at the room behind him filled with cats, he could play around with the cats some more or check to see if Yucera needed any help. The sight of her arse flashed through his mind, how firm they looked through her yoga pants. Let's see if I can check her out some more before my next class. Taylor thought. He had noticed a fair number of sexy teachers in the Academy but hadn't included Yucera in that list, a harmless bit of fun couldn't hurt. He walked through the hallway, towards the storage room at the far side of the sanctuary complex. Not many students wandered these hallways, likely due to everyone focusing on feeding and playing with the animals rather then the actual storing of supplies. He found one of the supply room doors ajar, he stopped outside the door and he heard Yucera's voices just before he was going to knock on the door. "Come on you can do it."Yucera said."Just do it, don't take what they say to heart." Taylor frowned, lowering his hand and stepping closer to the door. He wondered who Yucera was talking to, this place had been deserted when he walked through. He looked through the opening, finding Yucera pacing back and forth in the middle of the room. She is talking to herself, Taylor thought. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her pace, she hadn't appeared to have noticed him yet. Which gave him time to check her out some more, he really did want to fuck her. "Come on, you can do it. It is just some kids, don't let them get under your skin."Yucera said, brushing a hand through her hair. She is giving herself a pep talk, Taylor thought. He had seen her getting angry but hadn't realised that her confidence had been knocked. There was a frown on her face, a light sheen of sweat was on her forehead. "Ignore them and get on with work, I don't need to deal with this."Yucera said, her voice hitching as she spoke. Taylor frowned, his heart went out to her. Students could get very annoying, especially at his age range. He just wanted to walk in there and give her a big hug, but looking at her figure he also wanted to stick his cock inside her as well. Gotta get myself under control. Taylor thought. He placed a hand on his crotch, massaging his hardened cock through the fabric. It might be best to give her some space, he didn't think he wanted to get her even more worked up. He turned away from the door and walked back through the hallway. He imagine all the things he wanted to do to her, from giving her a hug to pounding her arse. So much to do, yet so little time. Taylor thought, walking out of the sanctuary complex. \---- Taylor walked along the pathway to the Sanctuary, happy that his day was over. He would now spend an hour or two checking out the animals, cats mostly and then head home. He walked through the front door of the Sanctuary, nodding at the receptionist and then walking into the back office. He had really lucked out in choosing this Academy, he had been here for almost two months now and he knew he would finish his studying here. All the money he put into enrolling had appeared to pay off, having bought a extra place in an already crowded Academy. Such is life for a millionaire, Taylor thought. He neared the equipment room, noticing the door was ajar. He stopped in front of it, glancing back down the hall he had come through and then at the open door. "I thought there was a closed door policy here." Taylor murmured, he narrowed his eyes when he heard sounds coming from inside. Taylor edged closer to the door, peering through the opening. With the little amount of light in the room he found Yucera's silhouette sitting down on a bench, her head in her hands. Taylor frowned, examining the rest of the room and finding no one else inside. She is crying, Taylor thought. He remembered the other day when he had followed her, he had given her some space then and not interfered. But had something else happened today, something to set her off. Taylor glanced back down the hallway and found it empty. Maybe this happened regularly, and everyone else knew but didn't help. He wasn't most people though, maybe he could provide her some comfort. He pushed open the door, the small amount of sound it made didn't alert Yucera. She continued to cry into her hands, as he stepped into the room he was able to make out her words. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, Don't let them get to you, you can do this."Yucera mumbled. Taylor examined her form, she wore yoga pants that finished at the knee and a loose red tank top. He could just make out the fabric of her sports bra in the dim light, and the curvature of her large breasts. Her breath hitched every few seconds as she cried, Taylor felt awkward at having stumbled upon her. But he was a gentlemen, at very least he could see if there was anyway to help her. "Ms I heard you crying, are you fine?" Taylor said, keeping his voice low. Yucera sprang up to her feet, evening in the little light he could see the tears streaming down her face. "What, have you come back to irritate me some more."Yucera said, trying to wipe away the tears from her face. "What," Taylor said. He then paused trying to gather his thoughts, placing his hands by his hips as a placating gesture."My name is Taylor, I am new here. I heard you crying so I came in, has something happened." "Taylor, oh I am sorry. I am not in the best mood right now, stuff has happened."Yucera said, brushing a hand through her long hair." Erm, is there anything you need or could you just leave." "Well, I want to know if you need help. Was it those kids from the other day, that did want to take the boxes."Taylor said, for a moment she stood stock still and then nodded."Well I want to say I am here for you, those guys are just nuisances." "Thank you for that, it means a lot. But right now there is nothing you can do, please can I have a moment or two alone."Yucera said, turning away from him. Taylor stood there for a moment, glancing back at the open door and then to Yucera's form. He took a deep breath, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Yucera in a light hug. "What are you doing,"Yucera said. Her body freezing in his embrace, she turned her head to look at him. "I think right now you need to forget about them, and that you really need a hug right now."Taylor said, his mouth was almost touching the back of her neck. "Thank you, that does feel nice."Yucera said, he felt a shiver run through her body before she leaned back against him. Taylor tightened his grip, his arm pressed her large breasts."Ah, that feels nice." "You smell very nice," Taylor said. From his vantage point just above her shoulder he could see into her cleavage, easily seeing her mounds that were held in place by a blue sports bra. "Like I said, forget about them and let me make it right." "Yeah, I will." Yucera said, turning her face and nuzzling her nose it his neck." You smell nice as well, very... intoxicating." It was only a single word, but hearing it come from Yucera's mouth made his cock harden in his trousers. Taylor pressed his hips into her back, enjoying the feel of her buttocks. "Perhaps you can ban those kids from coming here, then they wouldn't disturb you." Taylor said."There may be other kids that irritate you but making a start with those three should keep anyone else in line." "There are a few other kids, but your right." Yucera said, he could feel the airflow over his neck as it escaped her mouth." But they are almost adults really, they may stop afterwards." "Adults wouldn't treat you in such a way, they are kids Yucera." Taylor said, placing a kiss on her exposed shoulder." They need to learn to treat you with proper respect, like I will." Yucera shivered in his arms, pressing her arse into him. Taylor smiled at her actions, he started to grind his cock into her arse. He really wanted to fuck her now, perhaps even plow her amazing arse. Taylor reached up with his hand and grasped her neck, with his grip on her neck he moved her head away. He was now able to gaze down into her brown eyes, there was indecision in her eyes but most of all he saw lust. Now or never. Taylor thought. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own. Her body grew stiff in his arms, her eyes widening for a moment before closing. Her body twisted in his grip to face him, her lips parted as she eagerly kissed him back. She is so eager and easy, Taylor thought. He reached around with his hands and grasped her arse cheeks, while he didn't mind the feeling of her large breasts pressing into his chest his attention was drawn to the massive mounds in his palms. He was an arse man, he liked the look of a woman's arse in whichever clothing she wore, Yucera in her yoga pants made his cock extremely hard. He pressed his hip into her crotch area, rubbing it back and forth, causing bursts of pleasure to travel along his cock. "Ah...that feels nice," Yucera said, breaking their kiss." You are very forward." "Not as much as you," Taylor said." I am here to make you feel better, let me do that." "Sure," Yucera said. An impish smile formed on her face, causing his cock to twitch in his pants." Oh, I felt that. Seems like someone down there really likes this, that's good." "Well I am ready, but let's get you revved up?"Taylor said, pushing her backwards until she fell onto the small bench. Yucera gazed back up at him, panting for breath. Her form was magnificent, for a few moments he watched her chest rise and fall before the motion of her kicking off her boots alerted him."Let's get to work." Taylor knelt down between her spread legs, reaching forward he grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them down her well toned legs until they were off. By this point her legs had come together above them, the longs legs were a sight to behold. He gazed from the tip of her toes down her muscle thighs and then finally to her snatch that was just visible between her legs. "Enjoying the view?" "Err, yeah."Taylor said, blood rushing to his cheeks. He had never been so flustered around a woman before, but she was definitely a beauty. He gave her pussy lips a light kiss, it was somehow right to do so. He heard her take in some air, it seemed like what he was doing was good. He had experience with women, but mostly others around his age and not a woman like Yucera. The last time he made a play for a woman was the headmistress of the Academy but she spurned his advances, luckily she still allowed him to enroll here. He gave Yucera's pussy lips another soft kiss before sticking out his tongue and running it along her lips. From bottom to top, and then up to her nub as her legs parted for him. "Oh god," Taylor smiled then he licked her nub a few more times before placing his mouth over it and sucking. "Oh fuck yes!" Taylor sucked on her clit, every few seconds he would lick it with his tongue before going back to sucking. Her legs fell around his shoulders, then he felt her hands grasp his hair and press his head into her crotch. He didn't mind, happily sucking away at her clit. "That is so nice, feels so great." Taylor moved down to her nether lips, giving them a few licks before again sucking on them. Yucera breathed heavily above him, gazing up along her body he could see her prominent breasts standing to attention even through the sports bra. He could see her face beyond them, her mouth opened and closed as she moaned, sometimes her head thrashed from side to side in conjunction with her legs tightening around his shoulders and then relaxing, Taylor shifted his mouth back up to her nub, sucking on it as he brought his fingers to her hot entrance. He placed his index finger inside her, slowly at first before moving it in and out a few times. Her pussy was soaking wet, he removed his finger and found her juices had already coated his finger. "You are definitely ready, but perhaps a little bit more."Taylor said, licking his finger and tasting the juices of the older woman. He inserted his finger back into her pussy, this time he also used his middle finger. "You are so hot, urgh!"Yucera said, her back arching as he started sucking on her nub. "Fuck." Taylor sucked on her clit, at the same time he pistoned his finger in and out of her pussy. Every time his fingers entered he person he pressed down on her lower wall and pressed upwards whenever his fingers exited. Her legs in the meantime clamped down around his neck, pressing his face further into her crotch. "Oh god that feels amazing, yes keep doing that!" Taylor continued, enjoying the taste of her nub and how wet she was getting. He couldn't wait to fuck her, to make her forget about the students. Her belly arched upwards just as he felt some strain in his wrist, her fingers raking through his hair. "Oh god, ah GOD!" Taylor watched as her body shook with her orgasm, it was a truly amazing sight. Her hips bucking around him, along with her deep intake of air. The mature woman having gotten off just from his finger work, it was such a huge ego boost. A few moments later her body stilled, collapsing back onto the bench. Her chest rose and fell, he released her nub and removed his fingers from her soaking wet pussy. "You definitely are amazing,"Taylor said. He licked his fingers against, loving the taste of her juices. "No, you are amazing, I have never felt so good."Yucera said, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "You are fairly wild, I like that. But now it is time for the main event." Taylor said, standing up and removing his clothes. A few moments later he stood in his naked glory, his hardened cock standing to attention. "It looks beautiful, let me play with it." Yucera said. "No, time to fuck." Taylor said, moving into position between her spread legs. Taylor lined his cock in front of her wet pussy and thrust his hips forward. "Oh god!" Yucera said, her stomach arching upwards. Her large breasts straining against the confines of her sports bra, a very tantalising sight. "Oh god yes, fuck me!" Taylor did so, pounding her pussy. The expression on Yucera's faced changed from passion to outright lust as he thrust into her, her arms wrapped around his head as she pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues again battling for dominance, swirling around each other as they exchanged saliva. He pulled back, watching a line of spit connect their lips for a few moments before a little bit of movement broke the connection. He was in heaven, he was now fucking a beautiful woman. Her pussy was tight, it took all his concentration to not cum right on the spot. He felt stirrings of his own orgasm approaching when her legs wrapped around his hips and locked into place. That action alone sent jolts of pleasure through his body, a woman like her wanted him to keep fucking her. With one hand he grabbed her breasts, for a moment he was annoyed that they were still held by her sports bra. He gripped the fabric hold each cup together between his fingers and pulled, the fabric held on for a moment before ripping open. Her gigantic chocolate coloured breasts were finally released, he leaned down, the angle a little awkward with his thrusting but he managed to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. "Oh gods, yes!" Taylor sucked her nipple with the same effort he showed her clit, the nipple quickly hardened in his mouth. Yucera bucked beneath him, from a combination of his sucking and his penis spearing her pussy. "Yes, yes. Keep doing that, URGH!" Yucera moaned beneath him, her hands around his head keeping him in place. Taylor didn't mind, this felt amazing. However, his own orgasm was building, he could feel it. Taylor maneuvered the nipple in his mouth, catching it between his teeth. He bit into the nipple a little, then he let off the pressure. Her nails dug into his skull, which likely meant what he was doing was good. As his orgasm approached Taylor bit down on her nipple again, this time placing more pressure on the nipple. "AH GODS, FUCK YES I'M CUMMING!" Taylor held on, her hips bucking up to meet his own thrusts, it took a few more moments before his own orgasm reached him and he was cumming inside pussy. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as her own orgasm tore through, he ground his teeth, inadvertently biting harder on her nipple. "FUCK, YES!" Taylor thrust a few more times before stopping, collapsing on top of Yucera and starting to plant kisses on her neck. That had been the best fuck of his life, he felt so satisfied and complete. Yucera's own movements had stopped, however her legs were still locked in place around his hips. He hadn't fucked anyone in a long time, even then no one as hot as Yucera. It had been fantastic, beyond even his wildest dreams. "You are so beautiful,"Taylor said. He couldn't help but gush, he had accomplished a dream of almost every high school kid to fuck a hot teacher. "That was incredible, and you're still hard."Yucera said, the black woman hugging him tighter."Care for round two?" "Definitely,"Taylor said. He pushed him up, gazing down at Yucera for a moment. She was beautiful, her dark skin was matted with sweat. Her breasts were incredible, her black hair had fallen over her face giving off the 'just fucked' look. He pushed himself to his feet, feeling the cold air hitting his cock as it left the warm confines of her pussy."Let's do doggy, I want to see that perfect arse." "With pleasure,"Yucera purred, maneuvering herself around to her hands and knees. Taylor stepped up behind her, placing a hand on each of her dark arse cheeks and squeezing. Her cheeks were firm, her whole body was exquisite, from her breasts to her face and now her arse. Her arse hole looked very tempting, however he doubted Yucera would want her arse fucked the first time with a new person. He lined his cock up with her pussy and then thrust inside. "Oh god, yeah feels good!" Taylor could only agree, her pussy felt amazing. His whole cock disappeared inside her pussy, he held it there for a moment, fully sheathed by her pussy. The pressure her pussy placed on his cock felt amazing, different to the before. As if now her muscles had more power behind them, either way it lead to an amazing experience. It was mesmerizing watching her pussy lips slid along the shaft of his cock as he pulled out, he waited a moment and then thrust back inside. "Shit yes, ugh god!" Taylor listened to her moaning, he gripped her hips and started to pound her pussy. The feeling was intense, the whole experience beyond his wildest imagination. He honestly hadn't expecting coming into school today and fuck a teacher, he wouldn't forget this experience for a long time. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her purple hair, using it he pulled her head backwards slightly. He could just make out her tightly shut eyes, while her mouth was open wide as she continued to moan. All in all the sight was magnificent, he had well and truly fucked this woman. But then again that was why he was here, he wanted to give her a good time after what had happened to her. It didn't matter if he was getting off on it as well, he hoped they could continue this in the future. "You feel so amazing,"Taylor said. He gritted his own teeth, feeling a few beats of sweat roll down his forehead, it was so intense. He had only just cummed a few minutes before, but already he was feeling the buzz again. If he cummed twice inside her within a half hour period then that was an accomplishment, that this woman would want that as well was an icing on the cake. "So do you, I am on fire. Keep doing that, just a little bit more." Taylor smiled and then focused on pounding her, she moaned over the next few minutes. Saying similar things, and then her toned turned more raw. The volume of her moaned increased, her hip started to slam back against him each time he thrust. The room was filled with the sound of their hips smacking against each other, his pistoning in and out of her pussy. Thwack, Thwack, Thwack. "FUCK YES, I'M CUMMING!" Yucera screamed, her arms losing their strength and as her body collapsed onto the bench. Taylor held onto her hips, at one point almost losing his grip. But the actions were enough for him, he gritted his teeth as he cummed inside her again. He thrust inside her a few more times, before the sensations on his cock became to intense and all he could do was hold himself inside her as they climaxed together. "Ah, yes."Taylor moaned, closing his eyes. He reopened them a moment later when he felt her hips shake, finding Yucera gazing back up at him with a smile. "You are definitely a keeper, that was fantastic." "I think I definitely need to come back here again and make you forget about your worries."Taylor said, gazing at her toned arse and then along the spine of her back to her face. She definitely was a beautiful creature, he really needed to fuck her again. "I really wouldn't mind that, maybe make it a regular thing as I do need to work out a lot of stress."Yucera said, wiggling her hips again."Your hard still, ready to go again and this time with me on top?" "Yes, let's do it." ***** All characters are at least 18 years of age. |
A Family Affair: 1st installment _After years of writing novels, I wanted to try short stories, as an intellectual exercise. This is my first shot at it. I wrote it for a thread in the 'Author's Hangout' forum._ _I found that I had enough original ideas that I decided to make a series out of it. Some of these will serve later on as the starting point for a novel or a series of their own. There just too much material I had to leave aside for the shorter format._ _I also found an editor. I love working with him. Thank you, Valphund!_ ***** **HotAndBothered** _Sunday, 10:30pm_ The moment I greeted your family at the door, one look into your eyes and I was yours. Heck, I've always been yours, but life came between us. The bitch! All afternoon, as we worked in the kitchen with the other wives, you teased me by brushing your firm breasts against whatever part of my body was available as you reached for something or other. How often did I stifle a moan when your hand pressed against my waist to steady yourself? Did anyone notice when you squeezed my cheek? I'm positive you chose the perfume I gave you so long ago to enflame my senses. I know you only wear it when we get together, no matter if our families are near, as you deliberately make me wet by taking me back to the first time you wore it. How I wish I dared drop a fork to see if you were wearing panties. You're so brazen, I bet you didn't. Your small breasts don't need support, and I've longed for hours to nibble on the hard nubbins your shirt couldn't conceal. What about the succulent flesh playing peek-a-boo through the button which came undone by 'accident'? Your pealing laugh sent shivers down my spine... all the way down. I had to go to the bathroom, thrice, to wipe myself. I didn't dare do more. I can never stop myself from shouting your sweet name at the crucial moment. I count the minutes until we meet again in the flesh. **LusciouslyYours** _Sunday, 11:00pm_ You bet your sweet ass I was wearing panties. I even had three spares with me. I used them all while we were in the kitchen and I rubbed myself against you. Hell, I had to change them twice while I was getting ready for our phantom date. Dear hubby wondered why I had to jump in the shower a second time. What does he really care, as long as it doesn't interfere with his football game? If you're looking for your frilly red boy shorts, I'm wearing them as I write this. They were on top in your dirty clothes hamper, still wet with your cream. I just had to feel it against my pussy. I wish you could have deposited it yourself by tribbing. Just thinking of it, I can almost feel your clit press against mine as you make us come. I practised for hours in front of the mirror so I could aim the peeks at you and only you. I had to suppress my own moans each time I saw your eyes widen at the sight of my tits. Why did you have to wear a knee-length skirt? I squeezed your ass because I couldn't reach your pussy with all the hens so close. It's 3,720 minutes, honey. I'll be at the market Wednesday at 1:00pm. I'll be on my way as soon as the kids leave for school. Why did we have to pick a house so close they could come home for lunch? **HotAndBothered** _Monday, 08:45am_ Thank you for leaving the black silk thong. I licked it clean before putting it on for the night. Brad didn't even notice. I was so hot for you that I tried to be amorous with him... lot of good it did me. He grunted something about an important sales meeting before turning over and going to sleep. I cried thinking of the stolen nights we spent together, cuddled against each other, of the times you'd wake me in the middle of the night, making oral love to me, laughing when I pressed the pillow against my mouth so my cries of ecstasy didn't wake the whole house. You're the only one who ever had that powerful of an effect on me. As I write to you, I'm looking at your picture. You know, the one I took last summer on the camping trip with both our families, the one where you lowered yourself in the bottom of the canoe and took off your bikini so you could tease me by masturbating. I'm glad you taught me how to hide and encrypt it on my computer and on my phone. That way, you are always near my heart... well, there too. Do you think I could call you later this afternoon so we can make aural love? **LusciouslyYours** _Monday, 09:25am_ It's called phone sex, sweetie. I'm sorry, but a couple of those cunts from the PTA will be over. I somehow got shanghaied into baking cupcakes for the upcoming rummage sale. Tell you what though... Why don't we set a time? I'll go to my room and I'll call you on the QT so we can have a quickie. I know you like it when I talk dirty to you and build you up to climax, but, hey, at least we'll be doing it together. I'm typing with one hand and friggin' myself with the other while watching the video you gave me for my birthday in a loop. I wish I had your talent to convince Brad that your ideas are his. I'd never be able to get Kevin to buy such an expensive digital camera to record 'family souvenirs'. You're a female Fellini with that thing. This is the sexiest striptease I've ever seen. In the next one, ram half your hand in your cooch too. You know how I love to watch you come, honey. Oooooh! Now I have to lick my hand clean. I wish it was your cream I'm tasting. Are you sure you can't come over tomorrow? I need you, baby. **HotAndBothered** _Monday, 09:50am_ 1:00pm, 1:30pm, 2:00pm, 2:30pm, 3:00pm. The children come home at 3:30. Does this tell you how much I want you? Tomorrow, I will be at school. You know I volunteer there on Tuesdays. If I dared, I would wear the gift you slipped me yesterday to open in private. I would have died of mortification if anyone had seen the flesh colored rectum stimulator you gave me. It was the best Thanksgiving gift ever! Earlier, I did as you suggested and sat on the washer set to spin while wearing it. I thought I would faint and fall off the machine. It was such a great orgasm, yet another one I owe to your imagination. You are the best lover a woman could ask for. You can call at any time. I will carry my cell around the house, in a constant state of arousal. I decided that the bedsheets need to be washed again. **LusciouslyYours** _Monday, 11:00am_ I knew you'd have forgotten that I had you try all my butt plugs until you found one you were comfortable with when we celebrated summer camp week by staying in bed all day that day last July. Too bad we had to put our bikinis back on before the hubbies came home for supper. I still had a few good comes in me. I can't fucking wait. The kids won't be here for another 30 minutes. Grab your phone and the dildo you keep hidden in your tampon box. **HotAndBothered** _Monday, 11:45am_ Thank God for portable computers. I don't think I could get off the bed right now. You had me so flustered hurrying like that, I forgot to put a towel on the bed. Now, I'll have to wash the bedspread too. There's no hurry though. Doing it alone, thinking of you, is fun enough, but having you actually talking dirty in my ear while we masturbate in unison is so much better. I'm sorry if I was crying when your children arrived and you had to get off the phone. I was thinking that I would have to wait two whole days before holding you in my arms. I hope you have fun baking all afternoon. I will be lying in bed, looking at the picture of you wearing only your radiant smile. How can I enjoy myself sitting on a measly appliance after you gave me such a wonderful orgasm? I miss you so much already. Call any time you can. **LusciouslyYours** _Monday, 04:30pm_ Oh, sweetie! I'm so sorry I missed your mail. Mrs. Finlay arrived before the kids left, then the others got here and I didn't get to read it 'til now. I have an idea. Why don't you come over for coffee after everyone's left tomorrow morning? I'm sure I can lick your morale right back up. What do you say? Is it a date? Look at the selfie I attached. Too bad they haven't invented smell-o-rama yet or you'd get a noseful. The three fingers I'm licking were in my snatch seconds before I took the pic. While you're at it, why don't you bring your camera? You can shoot a POV video of me eating your pussy. It should hold you until Wednesday. Thinking of you, love. **HotAndBothered** _Monday, 05:30pm_ It doesn't matter. I thought it might be something like that. I will be in my car the moment the children hop on the school bus. You would do that for me? Do you want to shoot one of me loving you? I can bring the tripod and we can make a video of us making love all over your house. We could... I am getting carried away, am I not? We'll do what you want. I'm sorry I had to take off your black thong before the children arrived from school. It was getting noticeably aromatic. I washed it, hoping you'd exchange it for another pair in which you will have deposited some of your delicious cream. Sleep well, darling. I will get up early and make myself fresh and beautiful for you. **LusciouslyYours** _Monday, 07:00pm_ How can it be otherwise when I'm going to be dreaming of you primping yourself just for me? You know I'll be doing the same thing for you. Don't bother wearing your butt plug. When I bought it, I also got a dildo attachment of the same size for my strap-on. I got a bottle of the vanilla lube you like so much to go with it. After you do me with my favorite, I'll fuck your ass until you beg for mercy. You're such as ass fiend. Who'd 'a thought? I'm already waiting for you. **HotAndBothered** _Tuesday, 12:30pm_ I can't believe I lied to Mrs. Granger, but I had to tell her something to explain why I was walking so gingerly. I went with the old reliable muscle pull. Remember the first time I had to use it to get out of gym class? You had just bought your first harness and sodomized me repeatedly in the woods behind the school. What great memories I have of that sylvan haven. Our first kiss... on the mouth. Our first taste of a woman's cream. Do you know what happened to Barbie? The day we deflowered each other. The first time you put your finger in my rectum. What I wouldn't give to see those trees still standing instead of a baseball field. Because of my 'injury', I got overview duty. I sat on the stage, keeping an eye on things. To be frank, I kept my eyes on the video we shot of us making love in the shower. I love your glass doors. They blur things just enough to make it look like a David Hamilton picture, yet you can still see everything. It's so sensual. Do you remember the days before the smart phone, and even before the cellphone? We could only talk on the telephone when no one was around to overhear us. Now we exchange selfies and we can email even when we're away from our computers. I love technology. I love your new attachment too. It's just the right size for me. I wish I didn't have to stay for recess. I'd be in your arms in a flash, my love. **LusciouslyYours** _Tuesday, 01:15pm_ And I'd be waiting with arms and legs open for you, not to mention with strap- on at the ready with your choice of dick. Remember the wireless-control egg I told you about? I'm standing in the sex shop as I write to you, looking at the different models. I think I'll buy two. That way, the next time we visit, we can exchange controls when we arrive and when we leave. Oh what fun we'll have! I'm kidding, honey. You know I would never do anything to embarrass you. I'll still get one for you though. There's one you stick inside your cunt and it has an extension that fits against your clit. If I'm reading this right, the part inside you pulsates like a mini cock. Cool! I'm getting it for myself. You can try it. If you like it, I'll get one for you too. I wish you weren't so... shy. We could shop together. They even have a booth in the back to try their products before you buy them. It would be fun, but the owner is a man, so I wouldn't be surprised if he had a hidden camera in there. Too bad. If you want to make a detour by my place on your way home, I'll give you the egg. That way you can try it on for size tomorrow morning as a warm-up for when we can hold each other. I can't wait to kiss your soft lips, both sets, and to taste your delicious come. I know you like it when I fuck your big tits. We'll have plenty of time for everything you want to do. I confirmed the reservation for our usual room on my way here. All it needs is our naked bodies to transform it into paradise. **HotAndBothered** _Tuesday, 05:15pm_ I couldn't wait. I had to try your ovoid gift. You were so right. It's heavenly. I was worried it would short-circuit while inside me if I used it in the shower, but I needed some sound cover, even with a towel stuffed in my mouth, so I let the it run at full pressure as I sat on the toilet seat. It's a good thing I did. I had such an intense orgasm, I thought I would pass out. I will never use it again while there are others in the house. I know you wanted to say that I'm a prude, but I explained to you that I am simply a very private person. If you want, on our next girls-only vacation, I will accompany you in a sexual paraphernalia boutique. I will even hold your hand in public. I will do... what do you call it? PDA with you. As time goes by, I become more and more convinced that we were wrong to fold under family pressure. I love you and I can't bear to be without you. **LusciouslyYours** _Tuesday, 07:05pm_ We talked about this before, my love. You mean the world to me. My heart and soul are yours, but we have to think of the children before ourselves. However much you love that movie, we are no Thelma and Louise. You are not without me. We were together all morning. We email all the time. We have phone sex regularly. If you want, I'll give money to the kids so they can eat at school, though I know they'll stuff themselves with fast food instead. That way we can be together all day. I love you, sweetheart. We already waited sixteen years. My kids will be in College soon, and yours only a few years later. When they're settled, we can come out to the families. If they accept us, perfect, if they don't, we'll move to San Francisco and change our names if we have to. In either case, we'll spend the rest of our lives together as the couple we should have always been. My fondest wish is to grow old with you at my side as a happy couple of lesbians, proud of our love. **HotAndBothered** _Tuesday, 07:45pm_ You are right, as always. It'll be the dreaded time of the month for me in a few days and my hormones are wreaking havoc on my emotions again. I don't know how you can stand me when I'm like that. You're so lucky to be free of those side effects of... menstruation. See, I'm not such a prude. I can say it... well, write it anyway, but I'm working on it. With your help, some day, I'll be able to say... you know, the 'F' word. Don't change your plans for me. I know how you need to spend all the time you can with your children because they will be leaving the nest soon. I remember how you cried for a week when your first one started kindergarten. I will call you in the morning so we can try our new gadgets while we make aural love. I'm joking. I know it's the other thing. I can't wait to spend the afternoon making glorious love to my older sister. |
There was only one bottle of wine in the refrigerator, a white sauv blanc, and there was not enough for everyone. Sophie closed the door and chewed on her thumb looking around the kitchen for something that could save her from the worst dinner party in history. There were was a small pile of coats and handbags in the corner. Five dirty dishes sat in the sink waiting to be washed. Other than that, the kitchen was cleaner than it had been in months. Maybe she could just serve ice cream, it's not like alcohol could save the evening. The whole dinner had been a disaster from go to whoa. June stuck her head in through the door. "Can I help?" she asked brightly. "I think you have done quite enough for one evening." Sophie said, flicking her head to the left. Her mousy brown fringe obediently followed so that she could give her best friend, her sternest gaze. June smirked. "Yes sorry about that. Although I didn't start the argument between Bill and Sarah that ship had well and truly sailed before they even arrived." "Did you have to say something about her jacket?" "It was meant as a compliment" June said, raising her hands defensively. "Yes, one of the famous June Steinberg back handed compliments. Also please, for me, stop flirting with Justin. He is new to the office, we only just met and you know this whole dinner thing is a pretext to see him socially, as he won't ask me out." "Ok, ok... I'll behave." "Thank you." "But if things don't work out between you two, can I have him? The man wears cowboy boots. It would be criminal to let him out alive." Sophie rolled her eyes. This was the last thing she needed, to be competing with her best friend over a man. June was slender around the waist, fit, blonde, busty, beautiful and witty. Worse she had worn an absolutely stunning green dress, which fitted tightly to her body and teased the viewer with just the right amount of cleavage. June loved green, and green loved her. Sophie shifted uncomfortably in her own choice of attire. She had chosen jeans that were that bit too tight around her legs and a black shirt which fitted well to her petite frame. The fringe was new, and she was proud of it, but being new she still wasn't 100% used to it. So she lacked the confidence that June seemed to exude. But, then again, confidence had always been Sophie's problem. She just couldn't talk to men. Every time she tried something in her stomach would claw its way up through her throat and grab hold of her tongue. Tonight was going to be different though. Tonight she was going to impress. At least that had been the plan, before everything had gone to shit. "Anyway weren't you getting wine to placate our bickering couple?" June asked. Sophie winced. "I'm out." She crossed her arms. "Ice cream?" "What about the bottle I brought?" June asked, pointing toward the bags. She sauntered across the kitchen, her high heels clicking against the hard wood floor, to where the coats were lying. She bent down and pulled out a green bag that was only big enough to hold a bottle of wine. "You are a life saver" Sophie said clapping her hands. The label on the bottle was dirt, faded brown with something written in strange foreign letters on it. Sophie thought that it looked home bottled, because the inside was a dark liquid. However, at this point in the evening, she was desperate. "Present from my sister" June said, as an explanation. "It came with a letter saying 'I thought you would enjoy this!'" June's sister was backpacking in India or Indonesia or one of the "I" countries that didn't speak English. She had turned hippy a few years ago and had gone out into the world to find her-self. June had confided that "finding herself" was code for flitting from beach to beach, picking up boys and having an indecent amount of sex. Of course for Sophie indecent was more than once every six months. She had been single for longer than was decent of a woman of twenty five. That thing in her stomach had a lot to answer for. She pulled five glasses out of the cupboard as June opened the bottle. The cork flew out with a soft pop. June poured the wine into the glasses. It was a deep red, almost black and, thick like syrup. Sophie wrinkled her nose, tt seemed of clover and herbs and something else that Sophie couldn't recognise. She wasn't a fan of red, but it was all they had. June filled all five glasses, emptying the bottle, and together they carried them into the next room. Bill and Sarah were staring at each other in stony silence. Bill and Sarah had married straight out of High School. Since then things had gone sour. Bill yearned for the glory days, but Sarah kept him on a short leash. Her only ambition was to start a family, but they were struggling to conceive. Bill also wanted to travel, which Sarah was against Justin, the stud from work, just looked uncomfortable. Sophie feared he might just stand up and make his apologies and leave. But to her relief he ran a hand across his thick stubbled jaw and smiled at her. She caught his eye for a fraction of a second before looking down at her feet. Damn stomach monster. "Wine, wine and wine. So you can all quit your whining." June laughed lightly, placing the wine in front of Sophie's guests. Sophie gave her spare wine to Justin without a word and found her chair. The two men quickly picked up their glasses. Grateful, for something to break what had obviously been an awkward and painfully silent few minutes. "To friends, and peaceful mediation." June smiled raising her glass. Sarah stared daggers at her, but they all toasted and together drank. The liquid swam around her tongue, delighting it with strange foreign spices, grapes and honey. She swallowed and enjoyed the pleasant after taste which lingered long after leaving her tongue and mouth warm and tingling. The warmth slipped down her throat and a heady sense of wellbeing followed. "Wow!" Sarah exclaimed, the first positive comment she had made all night. "This is excellent." "It is, isn't it?" Sophie agreed. There was nodding from around the table. Conversation seemed to pick up, as they all latched onto a positive subject that was being shared by all. June explained where it had come from, and even Sarah was laughing as June told stories of the trouble and mischief her sister found herself in. Bill started trying to deconstruct the flavour, talking about tannin and various other things. "Our resident expert just came back from wine tasting." Sarah explained with playful mocking tone "Don't tell anyone he doesn't really know what he is talking about." Bill scowled at her, but the argueing had become teasing and a moment later they kissed and made up. Justin then asked Sophie about work and for once she met his eye. She forgot about June's instructions to avoid work and be interesting, the stomach monster seemed to be otherwise occupied and so they started sharing gossip about the various people they both knew. They talked and drank and laughed. He told her about his last job and she told him about her ambitions for management. "You should go for it." He smiled. "Maybe I will." She smiled. It was getting quite warm and the wine had left a pleasant cloud in her head. Sophie slipped out of her jacket. She took a moment to put back on her hosts hat, and noticed that there was quite a bit of laughter around the table. All for the good. It wasn't until Bill pointed out the obvious that she noticed what was happening in her own body. "Is it just me or it getting really hot in here?" "You could always drink more" Sarah laughed, kissing him. But Sophie had to admit, it was getting very warm. She would go so far as to say it was hot. Her head was buzzing and her skin was burning pleasantly and felt really sensitive. She was also quite thirsty. She took another drink from her own glass finishing off the rest of the wine. Justin was talking to June now who was playing absently with her hair. June had always been something of a style queen and the sexy green dress had a split in the side and was showing off her short legs to great effect. She was leaning back in her chair, her full bust thrust forward, eyes staring intently at Justin and a secret little smile on her lips. Sophie should have been jealous, but strangely she found herself staring at her best friend's breasts. Sophie was a 34c. She was proud of her breasts, but had always been a little envious of June who was a 38d. That combined with her sense of style and natural beauty made June something of a magnet for men. Usually Sophie felt secretly jealous, or envious, but now as she stared at her friends breasts, Sophie found herself fixated on the shape of June's hard nipples poking through the dress. Embarrassed she looked away. Bill and Sarah were talking quietly, their foreheads touching. They would kiss occasionally. Sophie had known Sarah longer, but Bill had always been a good friend. She wondered what it would be like to kiss Bill. To feel his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth. To feel his hand slide through her hair, as it now did through Sarah's. Sophie wondered if Sarah was making his cock hard. Sophie panties was wet. Her skin was tingling and she found that her hand had been caressing her thigh. For how long? She didn't know. She felt strange. Hot, thirsty and after a quick check she found that her own nipples were hard. "Could I have some water" Justin asked. His face was flushed red. Sophie, unwilling to speak, nodded, and led the way to the kitchen. She poured him a glass. Something was drawing her to him, almost against her will. It felt unnatural. She forced herself to stand on the other side of the kitchen. He drank deeply from his glass of water. She stared as he wiped water away from his chiselled jaw, the muscles rippling in his arm. His eyes were on her and he was breathing heavily, as if he had just finished exercising. Something inside her seemed to click and blood flooded her genitals, opening a flood gate of lust and desire. What was happening to her? She tried desperately to keep it together. "So are you enjoying the job?" She asked, Fuck me. Fuck me in my bedroom. Fuck me on the coach. Fuck me with your eyes. Fuck me whilst I'm on top. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. Fuck me Justin. "Yeah it's ok. The commute is a pain." Fuck me in my mouth. Fuck me between my breasts. Fuck me side ways. Fuck me from behind while we are standing. Fuck me upside down. Take me outside and fuck me on the swing. Fuck me in the chair. Fuck my hand as it wraps around your hard cock. "Public transport is a bitch." She agreed. Fuck me missionary. Fuck me doggie stile. Fuck me reverse Cowgirl. Fuck me cow girl. Fuck me 69. Fuck me until I'm screaming your name. Fuck me until you are screaming mine. Fuck me up the arse. That last one surprised even her. June was in the kitchen. She struck a pose at the doorway, leaning against the door way with her arm above her head, exposing all her curves. God she was sexy. She smiled and then within moments she was in Sophie's arms. Her ample breasts pushing against Sophies. The two women held each other. This was exactly what Sophie needed. Human contact. Safe, non-embarrassing, female human contact. "I'm feeling very sexy right now. I wonder what was in that wine." June leaned back her eyes staring into Sophies, her full lips twisting into a sly smile. Sophie realised she was breathing fast. She couldn't move her eyes away from those lips. She glanced up into Junes eyes, then back to her lips. Their soft lips met. Sophie had never kissed a woman before, there was none of the stubble, nor did June try to stick her tongue down Sophies throat as so many of Sophie's clumsy lovers had in the past. This was soft delicate. Sophie could taste June's lipstick as she sucked first on one lip and then the bottom. "That was nice." Laughed June. Sophie looked across the kitchen at Justin who was staring at them. There was a bulge in his pants. Sophie looked at it and bit her lower lip, before bringing her eyes up to his. "You just going to stand over there or do you want to come here and fuck us?" Sophie smiled. Whatever this wine was doing to her she liked it. She liked this new confident woman who went after what she wanted. Justin slowly undid his belt as he crossed the kitchen. Sophie sank to her knees. She undid the button on his jeans and unzipped him. June moved in around him and pulled his pants down around his cow boy boots. At last his erection sprang out to salute Sophie. He was long, circumcised and looked delicious. Wasting no time she wrapped her small hand around it. Enjoying its heat as it slid into her mouth. She began to play with it using her tongue, circling one way and then the other around the circumference of the head. She started to bob her head up and down, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, inch by glorious inch. Her hands wrapped around his tight arse, thrusting in time with her bobbing head. June's green dress was on the floor. Sophie watched as June started kissing Justin. Their lips and tongues working furiously against each other, as Sophie sucked hard on his manhood. His hand went to June's breast and started teasing her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She moaned as he moved to her neck kissing and biting it before moving up to her ear lobe. Sophie started bobbing faster and Justin forgot about June's earlobe. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened as he gasped for more air. She pulled away from his cock, a thin film of saliva trailing from her mouth to the tip of his penis, and alternated her head job by pumping at the base of his dick with her hand. June planted herself next to Sophie and took Justin in her hand. "Its nice to share." She winked before placing her own mouth over the tip and started to go to work. Sophie took the opportunity to pull her own shirt over her head, slip out of her shoes. Undid her jeans and bra and pull down her panties. She tossed them on top of the bags and coats. "God you're beautiful." June said. The compliment took Sophie by surprise. It was a strange compliment to hear, with June on her knees half naked and her hand around the penis of the man that Sophie had been crushing on for weeks. She was just about to return to Justin and June, when she heard moaning in the other room. "Wait stop." She said. They all looked at each other smiling wickedly. "Want to see what Bill and Sarah are doing?" "I think I can guess." June laughed. Sarah's mouth was wrapped around Bill who was leaning back in the dining chair his hand resting on top of Sarah's head. Sarah had removed her shirt, which lay discarded on the floor next to her bra and panties. Her skirt was still wrapped around her hips, hiding Sarah's hand which was busy between her legs. Petite breasts swung back and forth as her head bobbed up and down. Sophie wanted to take those breasts between her fingers and pull on those hard tiny nipples. Massage them between her forefinger and thumb. Pulling them, pulling them until Sarah cried out and begged her to stop. The stomach monster inside her cried out, telling her that this was crazy. This wasn't her. She was quiet and shy, a wall flower who pined after what she wanted. Not a wanton nymphomaniac slut. But another part of her wanted to fuck everyone in the room. Each of them and all of them. She was going to. Sophie felt the length of Justin's penis pressing between her buttocks. His hand wrapped around her and caressed her stomach and thighs. She began to undulate her hips grinding against his erection. His breath, hot against her ear, grew heavier as her buttocks worked his manhood. Suddenly June was there. Completely naked, she seated herself on the edge of the table, directly in front of Sophie. Her long, blonde hair fell over her shoulders and arm and down between her beautiful breasts. June's mouth opened in a gasp as her fingers slipped deftly over her own womanhood. Sophie licked her lips as she watched June masturbate with her left hand, whilst June's other hand pulled on her heavy, dark nipple. "Oh god..." She cried. Sophie leaned forward and took hold of her best friends waist before pressing her face against June's pussy. She breathed in the smell of her friends sex and then began working on June's labia with her tongue. Slowly she traced the letter "A" with her tongue, exploring and teasing June's pussy before licking a "B" and then a "C". "Oh my God!" June cried louder than before. "Oh God! Jesus YES!!" Then it was Sophie's turn to cry out as she felt Justin entered her. His hands grasped her hips as he began to fuck her. His long thick cock sliding in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Each thrust sending jolts of pleasure into her pussy which cascaded out into the rest of her body. She moaned her soft swan song with each lunge. In time it became too difficult to offer cunnilingus to June, whilst being pleasured by Justin. She raised her head and caught sight of Sarah who was straddling Bill in reverse cowgirl. Her small breasts bounced up and down in time with her movements. Sarah's eyes were closed and she was moaning "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" over and over again. Sophie could clearly see Bills penis appearing and disappearing from beneath the shaved strip of hair between Sarah's legs. Sophie delighted in the visual image of Bill's penis fucking Sarah even as Jason's cock fucked her. Then June was there sucking on Sophies hard nipple, her tongue circling the aureole as her fingers slipped between her legs. Justin had increased his speed and was using shorter, shallower strokes. Occasionally he would pull out, only to have Sophie cry out as he entered her again. Suddenly he was out of her altogether and June was pushing past her and mounting him. Sophie felt a moment of disorientation and regret before she pulled herself together. She pressed her own breasts against Junes back and reached around with both hands to pull on her nipples. "Ahhh" June cried out. For a moment Sophie thought she might have hurt her. "No don't stop." June insisted as she began to ride Justin. She took her time playing with June's ample bosom as she moved up and down on top of Justin. Sophie could see Sarah was still riding Bill but her eyes were now on Justin and she was biting on her lower lip. She wants him, Sophie realised. Pure hearted, holier than though, monogamous and only too happy to rub that in everyone's face Sarah, was lusting after Justin. Just as Sophie came to this realisation Sarah stopped and climbed off Bill. Her naked body slipped across the room and she took Justin's face with her hand and kissed him. Then she took Justin's hand and pulled it between her legs. "Be back soon." Sophie whispered to June. "Miss me." June whispered back with a cheeky grin. Sophie turned and with hips swaying moved slowly to Bill. "Hi." he said in a husky voice. "Hi, back at you." Sophie replied taking his wood in her hand and guiding it between her legs. His arms circled her and she sighed as she felt him inside of her. She rode him in a slow canter. He wasn't as long as Justin but he was thicker and it wasn't long before her breathing became more laboured and the first moans escaped her lips. He bucked his hips into her, in time to her rhythm, and it seemed there was no end to his stamina. "Oh Bill." She moaned, "Oh Bill, Oh Bill, Oh Bill." "Sophie." He cried in return, burying his face between her boobs. They stayed like that for a while screwing each other slowly on the chair. Losing themselves in each other and forgetting the other cries of pleasure filling the room. "Care to share?" June whispered into Sophie's ear. Sophie slowed and eventually stopped to rest against Bills cock until it was filling her. "I don't know." She smiled wickedly "Bill, what do you want? A double blowjob from the two of us? Or keep fucking me?" She moved her hips slowly back and forth during the last sentence causing Bill to moan. "Both of you." He said after a moment of indecision. After she had dismounted him, Sophie took the head of his penis in her mouth. June began sucking on the side, licking it up and down as Sophie worked the head. Each of Bills hands found the back of their heads as they shared his dick. Sophie sucked on the head kissing and licking it, before taking it fully into her mouth. She gave head vigorously, but the whole time she did she was watching June, because June was watching her. Her beautiful blue eyes, blazing beneath grey eye shadow, were full of want. Her dirty blonde hair, no longer carefully brushed, cascaded down around her oval face and spilled out over her breasts. Both her hands were between her legs and her fingers were hard at work. Her plump, red leaps parted in ecstasy as she pleasured herself, totally focused on Sophie. Sophie withdrew from Bills erection and June took him in her mouth. Never once taking her eyes off Sophie. Sophie own loins were aching begging for release. Her fingers slipped deftly to her clit as her eyes traced the curve of Junes white pale skin over her shoulders down to the small of her back before swinging out and around her perfectly formed arse. The two tag teamed Bill's cock, before they started working it together and before too long Junes lips were wrapped around Sophie's. The two women's tongues danced and fenced as June's hand beat against Bill. "Oh God, I'm going to cum." Bill gasped. But, suddenly June stopped. All sense of mirth in her was gone and in a tone that was unaccustomedly serious she said. "Go to your wife. Finish her and let her finish you." Bill stared at her disappointed. She smiled sympathetically. "You will thank me later" Without a word Bill got up, his erect penis hanging low, and crossed the room to where Sarah was riding Justin. Her mouth open and moans coming loud and fast. "You on the other hand." June laughed and suddenly June's fingers were on Sophie's womanhood. The palm of her hand brushes against her public hair, before her fingers found their goal. "Oh please, yes." Sophie moaned. "I can't do this any longer. Finish me. Please Sophie. Finish me." Sophie's finger found their way inside of June at the same time that June's enters Sophie. The feeling was electric, sending pulses through her body. Sophie's nipples were so hard they ached. June's eyes were half closed her mouth open in rapture. June rocked her hips to the rhythm of Sophie's finger. "More" she begged, "more, please more." Sophie moved her finger faster. Slipping a second inside of June's wetness. Sophie could feel her own orgasm building. "Yes.. yes.. yesss." She cried. Sophie leaned in resting her forehead against June's so that they were staring directly into each other's eyes. June's body shuddered and her head shot backward, her mouth wide as she climaxed. Watching her friend orgasm brought on Sophie's own. It consumed her utterly. With a whimper they collapsed into each others arms and fell to the floor. Sarah had Jason's dick in her mouth as Bill rode her from behind. Her small breasts swayed back and forth as the two men pounded, until finally Bill came hard inside of her causing Sarah to climax as well. Only Jason was left, his manhood stood erect and an angry red. He was at Sophie's side in an instant. Sophie wrapped her hand around his burning member, and started stroking it fast and hard. He came, his seed spraying in all directions like an unattended fire-man's hose, covering Sophies breasts with sticky, white cum. June lazily rolled over and took Sophie's tit in her mouth, licking Jason's cum off with her nipples and soft flesh with her tongue. Spent they all lay naked on top of each other. Enjoying the warmth and afterglow. Finally, Sarah and Bill silently rose to their feet and without a word collected their clothes and left. Jason, June and Sophie eventually showered then all collapsed into bed together. They had sex again, but it was a quieter affair, lacking the heat, urgency and wanton lust of the earlier orgy. They slept and in the morning Jason left as well. Sophie never again heard from Bill and Sarah. At least they never spoke, but she heard they split, which made Sophie feel sad and more than a little responsible. Jason hung about for awhile but eventually he found work elsewhere, and he too drifted away. June, moved into Sophie apartment and into her bed. Three months later, June received a package in the mail. The very next day Sophie sent out four dinner invitations. No one knows what happened to the monster in Sophie's stomach. It was never bothered her again. The End. Okay, let's settle in and give you some background. I first found a glory hole when I was 19. I was home for the summer vacation from college, young and horny. Smoked up some weed, left off my underwear and stepped into a pair of tight jeans. The town where I lived had an Adult Bookstore less than a mile from my house and I was now legal enough to enter it. I got change and stepped into a booth. Back then they had actual film loops, and this particular store posted the list of which movies were in which booths on a board. I found one that I wanted to watch -- and this many years later, I haven't a clue what it was. But I remember entering the booth, noticing the whole in the wall and then putting in my change. I was high already, the flick got me hard, and then I noticed that hand in the hole, beckoning me over. Look, I knew it was going to be a guy. I already knew from some brief encounters in college that my cock worked with both sexes -- and so did I. I moved to the hole and the hand came through and groped me. It felt good. No question. After all, I was high, already horny, and the surreptitious nature of it all added to the excitement. What I remember is that as my pants came down, the hand didn't just grope my junk but that he turned me around and began to play with my butt. A few minutes of that and he pushed me back, then leaned to the hole. A portion of his face was visible, so I bent to hear what he had to say. He invited me to his booth, and I agreed. I stuff my hard cock back in my pants, waited for the film to go dark and left my booth. Looking around I didn't see anyone so I went next door and found it unlocked. It was an older guy -- at this point, I might be the same age as that guy. What he did next surprised me. He got my pants down, turned me around and instead of my dick, he went after my ass hole. That was new! That was exquisite and arousing and I was really enjoying it when he stopped. And the next thing I knew he was easing his cock into my butt! I don't recall any pain from that time, but I do remember that he didn't take much in and out before he buried his bone and started filling my ass with his come. That was a very unusual sensation and I liked it. Then, moments later he pulled out, spun me around and swallowed my dick whole and sucked me dry. I remember the careful exit from the ABS, checking to see if I was seen by anyone who might know me, and driving home with his come leaking from my ass. Close to fifty years later it's still vivid. That was the first cock I took up the butt. There were others later, interspersed with relationship with women (including marriage). In graduate school I went back to some guy's dorm room and gave him my butt as well. Afterwards, I visited various ABSs in New Jersey. Mostly I was there to suck dick anonymously, but there was one night in a booth where I got a rim job and gave up my ass in a booth, then turned around and fucked him. Another time a guy who teased me by only letting me get my hands on his big rod through his pants took me back to his house, saying "the only thing that will happen is what you want." Ha! I wanted to suck his beautiful 8 inches -- but he wanted my ass and I gave it to him. Things changed after that. I left that area and was too busy to find similar facilities in my new location. So for most of the intervening years, my ass had only its normal uses -- a place to sit, something to keep my clothes on and elimination. Not all that exciting. Now on my own, in my own place, I decided to do whatever I wanted. At an adult store in Montana I bought a life-like 7 inch dildo. The new materials had it feel fleshlike, and I practiced deepthroat on it. Got good at it (with a little help from numbing throat spray) and also found that my ass liked it. I tossed it six months ago, vowing to stay straight. But you know how it goes -- I want to stay straight, but I'm more drawn to dicks in porn. I talk to myself and critique every woman giving oral sex. I could do better. She probably doesn't even like to do it. Yadda, yadda, yadda. So I found an app for online gay meetings and began to look. What I really wanted was to find a top with a big cock and his own place so I could go there and make him happy. Mostly thinking about sucking cock. I was on my own for the past few years, but was now out in rural Texas where the opportunities were rather slim. If I ever found what I wanted (again, a big cock with a place of his own), I wanted to be ready to submit to whatever he wanted. Hell, I was even hoping to find a guy with friends -- I'd been dreaming of being spit-roasted ever since I heard about it. If I was going to do that, I reasoned, I better resume my throating practices. So I went online. Lo and behold, Amazon has a huge selection of such things. There was only one issue -- written measurements aren't always accurate. The first I box I got from them had a pink silicone cock. It was a little thicker than my dick, but an inch shorter. I could get most of it in my mouth without needing to open my throat. No challenge. The other unusual thing was that it went right up my ass, all the way, with no pain whatsoever! And it wasn't doing anything for me internally when I got it up there. I guess that over the years my asshole lost its clench on its own. So, I decided to go bigger. And, as a change, to buy one in chocolate brown. I had lube. I had a throat spray but not a numbing one, so found the right kind, an enema bulb to clean out, and a dark chocolate dildo. It looked big, but on a family site they don't compare it to the real thing so once again I had to guess. It arrived yesterday. And it's fucking awesome! 9.5 inches from balls to tip. 2.5 inches wide. It makes the pink one look like a white man's cock. Like mine. It's a little more flexible than I wanted -- I was thinking I wanted something harder, but the size was right. So last night, after going without for many years, now retired, with arthritis in one knee, I went to put it to the test. First, I cleaned out my ass. When what came out was clean, I knew it was time. So I lit up a pipe full from my collection. No more sticks and stems, this was all buds from Colorado that I picked up last time I was there. Now nicely stoned, I began to lubricate my big toy. As I began to stroke it, I closed my eyes and it was very easy to imagine it was real. I've had one or two big ones in my life, and they are all special. This was even bigger. My first thought was to use the suction cup mechanism and mount it on a wall, then back onto it -- but that didn't work out. See, as long and thick as it was, as realistically veined and crafted, it was missing the kind of rigidity a hard cock has. Maybe I needed to have spent more; more likely, I needed to try one before I buy one, but adult stores are rare where I am. So when I hit the road again, I'll be looking for one. Anyway, any attempt I wanted to make to have it feel like a black dude with a big cock was going to plow my ass from behind wasn't working. Instead of going in to my ass, it slid down and banged my balls. Being stoned, I wasn't feeling pain, but I certainly wasn't getting what I wanted. That meant I needed to rethink my plan. While I used to be able to mount one on the floor, my knees concerned me. I could just see doing that and then being unable to get up! Nope. Finally, I found a bench in my apartment. To deal with the soft surface, I grabbed a cutting board and big boy stuck to that. However, the height meant I had to stand on my toes and spread my legs wide. No problem, I thought, and with one hand firmly wrapped around my toy I lowered myself onto it. I felt it at the entrance, and realized I was clenching my ass. I relaxed, and it began to slide into me. Oh yes! It felt amazingly good. The attention I was giving to it had my cock shrink to a floppy state but who cared? I was taking a big black cock up my ass and the feelings were indescribable. I keep sliding down on it and it kept stretching my insides until it finally went no further. I wanted to feel the balls of it on mine but I had an inch that wouldn't go in for that to happen. I was incredibly full of cock! It took my breath away, frankly. Once I was used to it, I lifted myself off it until just the head was there and then slid back down. My cock began to stir, and it felt as if somehow it was connected to that monster in my ass. I began to bounce up and down, ignoring the pain in my knees as they stretched in a direction they never had gone before. If you've done this, you know. You know how it feels to have your prostate massaged by a dick as you play with your self. You know the orgasm you feel begin back there work its way out of you. You know that it leaves you blown away by the intensity of it. Right? But you also know what's missing, at the same time. First off, the hardness of an erection. Second, the pounding by that hard erection as the guy begins to work his way into and out of you, and then picks up speed and pounds you. That giving up of all control and surrendering to the dick up your ass and then the joy of feeling it jerk and twitch and pulse and spray hot, sticky liquid deep in your guts. I gotta convince one of those big dicks out there that my ass is worth his time. |
I will never forget the first time I watched a man masturbate. His name was Russ. We worked together, and he invited me to his house to watch a movie. I truly believed he wanted to watch a movie. As soon as I walked into his house, he started undressing in front of me. No chit chat, no courtesies, no "would you like a drink". I closed the front door and he simply pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to the floor! I probably should have been worried, but I honestly did not know what Russ was going to do. He asked me if I had ever seen cum before and I told him no. He asked me if I had ever touched a dick before and my answer was again no. He asked me if I wanted to watch him cum and I had to say yes. Russ was completely naked, and I was getting horny. I told him my pussy was getting wet and he suggested I get undressed, too. So I did. Even before I had taken off all of my clothes, Russ was stroking his dick, slowly but steadily. I was hypnotized by it, like a bird paralyzed by the sight of a cobra. Russ started jerking himself faster as I watched, never taking my eyes off of his cock in his hand. He asked me if he could put his fingers in my pussy while he jerked off, so I walked over to the couch and sat down, spreading my legs wide open so he could finger my wet hole. He stood between my spread legs bent over slightly to put his free hand into my pussy. I was so wet from watching him stroke himself that he slid two fingers inside of me easily. I could hear the juice squelch out of my pussy. Russ kept pulling on his dick, and I just watched his hand move. I watched his other hand pushing in and out of me, too, but I was more fascinated by his cock. He asked me if he could put it in my mouth—actually, his exact words were, "If I wanted to fuck your mouth, would you let me do it?" I had never sucked a dick before, but I opened my mouth so he could put it in. He slid his cock into my mouth and held my head while he thrust in and out. He said he actually wanted to be in my pussy, but he wanted to show me what cum looked like first. The things he said made me so horny—I had never heard anyone talk like that before. Russ pumped in and out of my mouth for a long while. I enjoyed it. I just sat there with my legs spread open so he could finger me, and I let him fuck my mouth. I could hear him panting and saying little things, like "I love to fuck your mouth" or "Do you want to watch me shoot?" He started pushing into my mouth really fast. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but he pulled his dick out and started jerking it faster. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and grabbed my hair with that hand and pulled my head back. He said he had something for me and then he shot his cum all over my face. I watched it shoot out of his dick, thick and white. It kept shooting out, so I opened my mouth and Russ put his cock back in to finish cumming. His dick started to get soft in my mouth, so he pulled it out and stroked it until it got hard again. I was surprised he could get hard again so soon, but I guess he did it fairly frequently. He kept asking me questions, about fucking, about sucking cocks, about playing with myself. He asked me what I liked best about what he did with me and I told him I liked his cum the best. When I told him that, he started jerking himself faster again. He grabbed my hand and held my palm up, cupped. He shot another load into my hand, just as much as the first time, and I just watched. When he was done, I rubbed his cum onto my tits. I loved the way it tightened on my skin when it dried. Russ jerked off at least three more times that day while I was there. He fucked my mouth, too, but I especially enjoyed watching him cum all over me. I have been hooked on cocks and cum ever since that day. **Author's Note:** _This is part of an existing chain story here at Literotica. I encourage you to look up the other chapters that deal with each Princess of Westingfield and the trials they go through to find true love and lift the curse that plagues them every night. Enjoy ~ Red_ * The sound of laughter, hushed voices, and tawdry whispers flittered into Cecilia's mind as she moved with grace on the dance floor. She had been worried when she'd reached the water's edge and Cassius wasn't there to greet her. Instead his servant Owen had been there. She'd known it was him before he spoke, simply because of his smell. It wasn't unpleasant, far from it. It reminded Cecilia of the pines back in her father's woods. Still she had felt uneasy as he rowed her across the water and deeper down stream. Eventually though, like always the sound of the woods calmed her. Owen explained that Prince Cassius had a special meeting to attend and could not greet her that night. To say she was disappointed would have been an understatement. The moment she had entered the woods of Orathland her memory had returned and she hungered for the handsome man that had claimed a piece of her soul. Now though time had passed and she was finally in his arms. Her curiosity at his meeting had been pushed away by the feel of his body pressed intimately against hers. She loved to dance with him. The air seemed to sizzle with excitement; her body hummed with pleasure and his fingers played it's own melody on her skin as he took her around and around the ball room floor. It was at times like these that Cecilia would feel a small wave of regret for her'specialness' as some in Westingfield called it. Normally, Cecilia had no problems with the fact that she was blind. She'd had been since birth; it was normal for her and yet, when she heard her sisters and family members describe something that seemed to them to be simply breathtaking, she hungered for the ability. Lately she hungered for it even more because she wanted to see the features of the man that held her so closely in public and loved her so erotically in private. "Cecilia." Cassius's voice pulled her from her mental struggle and she looked toward the sensual sound. "Yes?" she whispered; her tongue slipped out to moisten the soft petals of flesh that were slightly bruised from the hungered kiss they'd shared earlier. "You were not listening." She felt the heat of her blush rise from her chest to spread over her face. Her head bowed and soft tendrils of raven ink fell across her cheeks. Strong fingers pushed them back and tucked them behind her delicate ears. "I am sorry. I was lost in my dreams." Cassius smiled. Cecilia couldn't see his expression, but she felt it. That was one thing she didn't regret... the ability to feel. Since she was a small child, though she couldn't physically see a person's reactions to situations she could sense their moods. She knew her lover was smiling down at her and this only caused her to blush a more crimson color. "Dreaming again?" he asked as his thumb swept lazily across her collar bone, "I dream too." "You do?" "You sound surprised." "I am," she whispered, "what do you dream about?" A soft chuckle fell across her as Cassius led her from the dance floor and out onto a balcony. Cecilia breathed deep the aroma of fragrant flowers and felt the heat of several candles burning around them. "Careful," the deep warning of her lover came to her. She felt him pull her closer to him and snuggled against his side. "There are fifteen candles surrounding you. An urn to your left full of yellow orchids, another to the far right. The balcony is approximately eight feet across and from where we entered to the edge, is another ten feet." "Rather small then," Cecilia answered back. Her fingers curled around the lapel of her Prince's jacket. "Would you walk me around the perimeter of it?" "Of course." Cecilia kept one hand on her Prince, while the other reached out to touch and feel her way about the balcony. Once she was satisfied that she had locked in the obstacles that were in front of her she squeezed Cassius's and smiled. She felt him move closer to her; his finger rested on her chin and she willingly opened her mouth, allowing him the access they both craved. When the kiss was over she turned away and snuggled against his chest. Her back absorbed the heat of his frame and she shivered as her body adjusted to the temperature. Cassius rubbed her arms, leaned his head on the top of hers and sighed deeply. "Do you really want to hear about my dreams?" "I do," she answered. "I dream of a world, different than this one. One that is not driven by magic. One that is simple, yet complex because man has made it that way...not some witch's whim or some wizard's potion. I dream of your land." Cecilia turned around and stared with wide, sightless eyes. "You dream of Westingfield?" "Yes, I do. You have spoken enough of it that it comes to me when I sleep. I travel there, but it is not like here. When you come to me, it is real. When I am in Westingfield, I am not there, it really is just a dream. I would like to see your world." "I would like that too." She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him tightly to her. His fingers toyed with her hair, eventually pulling it free from the ribbons and bows that a maid of Oarthland had placed in them, per his request. "Cassius," she whispered as her fingers moved up and down the silky fabric of his jacket, "have you ever tried?" "Tried?" "Yes, have you ever tried to cross over to my world?" "No, but I have thought about it." "I wish you could." Cassius stepped back and took both of Cecilia's hands in his. "I think I can. That's why I was late tonight. I had to visit someone... someone who could help me cross over to Westingfield." Cecilia's face paled slightly then quickly recovered as she thought of how wonderful it would be to have Cassius in her world. "Who was it?" she asked as new dreams of being with her Prince filled her with joy. An uneasy silence however swept between them as Cassius paused in his tale. Cecilia felt the tension in him and her joy was quickly replaced with worry. "Cassius...who did you see? Who is going to help you?" "Angora." "Angora?" "Yes, she's one of the few witches left here in Orathland. She's very old, or so that is the rumor, and very skilled." "You seemed worried though. I can feel it." Cassius sighed, and pulled Cecilia away from the balcony and back into the dancing room where the others were milling toward the door and the orchestra was winding down. "I'm not worried and neither should you be. Trust me Cecilia...it'll work out. Angora is going to give me what I need to be with you." "What do you have to give this witch?" Cecilia asked. Again silence was her answer and a new fear crept into her bones. "She wants to go with me." "To Westingfield?" "Yes." "But why?" She felt her lover's body move and knew he'd shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he told her, confirming her thoughts, "But for me to be with you... I'll do whatever she asks of me." Cecilia felt her body tense as Prince Cassius's words washed over her. The thought of pending doom made her want nothing more than to remain in Oarthland and keep her lover and her family safe from this witch. Something told her though, that it was too late. The seed of desire had already been planted in both Cassius and Angora's head and a simple blind girl could do nothing to stop it. |
The hobnailed boots of Sergeant Henry Harris, Royal Engineers, rang against the cobblestones of the quiet suburban Parisian street. The locality was all but deserted, the streets strewn with horse manure, wet, cold and windswept on this unseasonal July evening. This must be the place, 15 Rue de l'Ascension. So many times Harris had heard of these places, exploits recounted in loving detail before wide-eyed recruits, knowing, wry references slipped into a conversation. Yet Harris had never visited himself, somehow an innate caution and unease had held him back. He had no sweetheart back home to think of, it didn't seem fair when the next day could bring bloody, violent death. More likely the idea of paying for sex had always seemed demeaning, that and fear of the clap had always held him back. This would be his first time to visit a brothel. Despite all the experience and relative wordliness of his twenty-six years, Harris felt tense and anxious. He had done his research carefully, a nice, quiet, discrete, clean establishment, where there would be no rowdy interruptions or outbursts, no con-men or other hangers on, no overpriced drinks. Harris has also timed his arrival so that hopefully the establishment would not be too busy, he wanted to have a reasonable choice and not to be hurried. He only hoped he could find an at least passable girl, once he had paid up, that would be it. Harris's mind was made up, however. The offensive was on. No-one said so openly, but it was common knowledge, the considerable movements of foot soldiers and artillery were unmistakeable. Within a week he could be dead, or even worse, badly disfigured or mutilated, destined to return home to a life of pity, penury and dependence. It was so long since he had felt a woman's touch, he yearned for it with his whole being. Harris had kept his distance for a long time, slightly sullen and mistrustful. He enjoyed very strong bonds of comradeship with the men of his company, his men. What did women know of true love, of genuine sacrifice... All Harris wanted was some physical satisfaction, and maybe a little emotional tenderness and a kind word. Harris knocked firmly and methodically at the door. For some moments, silence. This was the right place all right. Finally, muffled footsteps could be heard. A balding, stout doorman opened. Seeing Harris's uniform and Sergeant's stripes, he wordlessly admitted him inside. The Madame rose to greet him, a large, shrewd woman of raven black hair tied up in a bun. She looked Harris appraisingly up and down. Yet another novice, she thought to herself. Not been anywhere near a brothel in his life, and probably desperate for some action before he goes off to get killed. Well, he'll be easily taken care of. Nice looking boy, though, well above the norm for this place. Harris was indeed a nice looking boy. Tall, upright and wiry, he carried an air of natural authority about him. His short, dark brown hair was neatly brushed back, his upper lip slightly paler where a moustache had recently been shaved off. He looked clean, fit and well-groomed. Payment made, Harris cast his eye impassively around the salon. A large, heavy but somewhat depleted bar ran the length of one wall. Wartime shortages were cutting deep. Four or five girls sat around, waiting for clients. Mostly brunettes, quite stocky and fleshy, none of them under thirty. Slim pickings indeed. There was no obvious sign of any other clients being entertained. Harris strode casually to the bar and ordered himself a cognac. Ah well, I'm in no hurry, I can wait. I'll give it a little while and if things don't improve, take one of these girls and be on my way. He couldn't help but feel disappointed, however. After a short while, Harris felt a light tap on his arm. He turned to find a pair of the clearest blue eyes staring up at him. The girl held out her hand, 'Marion, enchantée.' Harris automatically raised the delicate hand to his lips, gazing at her. The mutual attraction was powerful and immediate. She was a lovely girl, Harris thought. Quite short, about five foot three, and pleasingly plump, with a round, almost cherubic face. A kind face, full if warmth and emotion. She was slightly pale, probably about twenty four or five. Her dark blonde hair was short and slicked back in a way that Harris found bold, genuine and very sensual. Her make-up was not overstated and had been skilfully and subtly applied: mascara and the obligatory deep red lipstick. Marion wore a simple bead double necklace around her neck, and a matching bracelet. Her silver dress was not genuine silk, but it suited her very well and finely accentuated her full backside. Gently, Marion took Harris by the arm and led him to her room. Once there, and with the door closed behind him, Marion turned to greet him with a warm, generous smile. The room was quite small, but reasonably comfortable. The walls were whitewashed, with one or two simple framed photographs of the Paris cityscape for decoration. A warm rug covered the polished wooden floor, and a solid fuel cast iron heater in the corner added considerable and necessary warmth. The bed was reasonably sized, and Harris was relieved to see that the linen was newly changed. He had paid a little extra, but he could afford to, and it was worth it. There was also a rather threadbare chaise longue, and a laquer side table with some aperitifs on it ready. A large, imposing mirror stood at the foot of the bed. A large number of candles dotted about the horizontal surfaces of the room lent it a deep, heavy erotic glow. Marion advanced towards Harris and methodically unbuttoned his tunic, taking it to be hung up behind the door. She unexpectedly stooped down before unfastening his heavy boots and also placing those by the door. Marion crossed to the laquer side table, uncorked a bottle and poured out two full glasses of red wine. She returned, passing one to Harris. She gazed at him for a moment, measuring him up. God yes, she had been right. A real man, a real soldier. None of your portly, fragrant staff officers or your sweaty palmed mothers boys here. Through experience, Marion could immediately surmise a lot about him. Here was a man in complete control of his rational self, a man who had known death, deprivation and considerable suffering. A man hardened by battle experience, whose sensual, emotional side had been dulled by the rigours of military service. A man who, like her, understood better than most the implicit value of being alive, and who was able to methodically indulge himself in the immediate moment. And yet, for all that, Marion could immediately sense that Harris was not an experienced lover, that he was a complete novice in a brothel, cautious and a little uncertain. Marion loved encounters like these. She felt a deep well of desire, excitement and passion start to build up deep within her. For all her sexual experience and skill, the flutter of nervous tension, the uncertainty and vulnerability of genuine sexual attraction was also present. She felt a little light headed. God, am I going to teach you a thing or two tonight, she thought to herself. She gestured to Harris to join her on the chaise longue. She sat sideways on to him and looked him in the eye as they brought their glasses together. Marion knew from experience that it was not good to ask a soldier too many questions about himself. It immediately turned the conversation to war, death and suffering, suppressed secrets and trauma. It was far more effective for her to tell a little about herself. She took Harris's left hand in her own. 'So, my name is Marion. I'm twenty-six years old. I do this job because I have to, nothing more or less. There are good days and... not so good days. You can relax with me and be yourself.' Marion continued to gaze at Harris steadily. 'I'm very good at what I do. Because I'm well established here, nearly three years now, the Madame trusts me and lets me keep this room all to myself. When business isn't too heavy, like tonight, I can choose whether to keep a lover with me all night, if I want to. That's all.' Her English was very good and only lightly accented. Marion couldn't wait any longer. She stood up in front of Harris, four or five feet away from him. Her head tilted back slightly, her face a mask of desire and tension and her eyes fixed on Harris with a cold, lascivious stare, Marion ever so slowly raised her dress so that it was bunched about her waist. Harris was treated to the incredibly beautiful sight of Marion's firm, creamy rounded thighs, offset by her black stockings which ended in upper thigh and accentuated still further her wondrously fine flesh. She wore no suspenders. Harris couldn't have moved a muscle even if he had wanted to. He was quite hard now. Marion treated Harris to a teasing view of her white silk panties, which perfectly accentuated the mound of her pussy. Harris had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. Marion turned round, offering this desperately tense young soldier a view of her fine rounded buttocks, wonderfully accentuated by the contours of her panties and her plain black cotton stockings. Marion went further – she was going to drive this man crazy with lust. Rarely, if ever, had she felt so powerful, so in control of her deep, complex sexuality. Marion leaned forward slightly, pulling her dress over her head and casting it aside as she did so. She spread her feet apart further, while keeping her legs straight but continuing to lean forward, in order to better accentuate the view of her buttocks, no more than five feet away from Harris's almost disbelieving eyes. Marion placed her hands on each of her buttocks behind her, and then drew in the silk material further into the cleft of her rump, further offering and exposing her buttock flesh, so that it was no more than a thin seam rising up to the curvature of her waist. Then Marion employed either hand to pull her buttocks apart still further, offering Harris her posterior in all its rounded perfection. No more than a thin strip of silk covered her buttocks, concealing her delicate anal opening, and further down the beginning of her vaginal entrance. Marion glanced behind her, her heart pounding with desire. Harris's eyes were of course riveted on her, desperate with lust, but she couldn't believe that he wasn't yet making any effort to manually stimulate himself. These inhibited English, she smiled to herself as she turned round. Marion advanced on Harris and pulled him gently towards her. She placed her hand lightly on the back of his neck and pulled him up towards her. They immediately shared an intense, passionate kiss. Marion used her tongue and lips to slow Harris down a little, to remind him of the necessary eroticism of the moment. Still, she could understand, it must have been so long for him...Marion gently flicked her tongue into Harris's mouth, exploring and teasing, gently biting on his lip. She wanted to cause him the slightest pain, to leave her desire in no doubt. As they kissed, Marion's slender, slim fingers worked at Harris's shirt, pulling it open and then away from him. Marion stepped back for a moment, gazing at his fine manly chest. Harris was not well-built, but he was fit, firm and sinewy. Marion grazed her fingers across the thin mat of black chest hair, tracing away ever so lightly with her fingertips down towards his abdomen and groin. A healed scar on Harris's left shoulder caught her eye, a war wound no doubt. Marion leaned across and kissed it with the lightest of touches. Then Marion allowed her soft, sensuous lips to continue their progress away across his firm, thick neck, applying one or two lascivious licks as she did so, before moving down to his breast. Marion applied delicate, langurous tongue movements to each of his nipples, lightly biting and squeezing as she did so. Harris closed his eyes and shuddered with pleasure. He felt Marion's hand move towards his groin and start to unhurriedly caress him through his trousers. Oh yes, firm, of good girth, and very hard... Marion continued to apply long, lascivious kisses to Harris's chest. Harris pulled the back of Marion's head towards him, and they exchanged a further long, passionate kiss. As they did so, Marion continued to caress his cock, a little more urgently now. She was normally very good at maintaining control, but this man was pushing her very close to the edge. Her skilled right hand started to work at Harris's belt, loosening it, easing down the flies before quickly slipping her hand inside. God yes, his cock was wonderfully hard and hot, straining against the plain white cotton of his white issue underwear. She continued to rhythmically stimulate him as she eased down his trousers and kicked them away. With a gasp of passion Marion tore herself away, and stared at Harris for a moment, wanting him, taunting him. He was far too turned on to hold back now. He advanced upon her and lowered his mouth to her delicate white neck. His kisses were passionate, urgent and a little too hard. Quickly sensing this, Harris slowed down a little as he moved his mouth down towards her breasts. They were quite small, but well formed, and beautifully accentuated by the white silk bra she was still wearing. Harris lowered his mouth to her right breast, almost completely covering it with his face. He gave long, stimulating kisses to her nipple through the bra, his breath was hot and full of desire. Marion felt a large, firm hand pull down her bra strap, then firmly pull down the thin silk restraining fabric covering her breast. For such an untrained lover, he was remarkably good, sensuous animal instinct must be having its effect. Harris applied light, delicate, stimulating licks to her already hard broad pink nipple. He continued to tease a little while before taking the nipple fully into his mouth and lightly sucking on it. Then the same with the other breast, more light, delicate sucking. Marion gasped lightly and closed her eyes with pleasure. She felt her bra being unfastened behind her and then eased to the floor. Marion wanted more. She held up each of her pale, wonderfully stimulated breasts and fed each of them in turn into Harris's wet and hungry mouth. She smiled down tenderly at him and ran her fingers through his hair. Presently, Marion gave Harris a light shove and pushed him back on to the chaise longue, where he waited, sprawled and lustful. Marion stood before him, her legs slightly spread, her hands on her hips in a defiant, powerful gesture. She lowered her right hand down to her mound and began to gently masturbate herself through her silk panties for his pleasure. She spread her legs a little further in order to give herself better access. Her eyes were fixed on Harris as he breathed in every part of her beauty. With a rough, frank movement, Marion hauled down her panties so that they were left stretched across her legs in mid thigh, thin, fragrant, and already slightly damp with her juices. Harris was treated for the first time to the wondrous sight of Marion's pussy, a fine, thick tangled mass of brown pubic hair, only slightly trimmed around the edges so as to fit her panties. Marion bit her lip slightly. She traced her right index finger down to her already sopping cleft and began to gently rub up and down. For a little while she caressed, before adding a second finger, rubbing and stimulating. Harris was transfixed. Using the fingers of her left hand to luxuriate and knead her pubic bush, Marion slipped her right index finger inside herself and began to penetrate and explore. She was quite wet, and this exploration of her vaginal walls brought her great pleasure. She withdrew her finger and drew it into her mouth, savouring the thick, heady musk of her vulva on them. Marion stepped lightly out her panties, and moved over to Harris. Leaning down before him, she lightly rubbed her panties, full of her womanly musk, across Harris's now damp abdomen and chest. His breath was already quick and she could detect the deep pounding of his heart. And then up to his neck, face and nose, allowing him every opportunity to breathe in her exquisite womanhood. Marion placed her soft silk panties in Harris's hand, allowing him to knead and caress them. Her cool blue eyes reminded him that she was still in complete control. With a final defiant glance, she lowered her face to Harris's sweating chest and began to lick. Marion continued her downward progress, licking and sucking on his manly flesh as she went. Harris felt simply light headed with desire. Now naked but for her black stockings, Marion now sat crouched in front of him. It was a submissive posture which was equally arousing to her and to her clients. Marion reached down and fondled Harris's damp, hard testicles through his cotton shorts. With one slow deliberate movement of her mouth, she worked her lips all the way up the length of his long shaft to where the head almost peeped out from the cloth. Taking the tip of the shorts between her teeth, she started to tug them down, using her fingers to assist her. Harris's hard, desperate cock sprang free. Marion bent down and applied herself to slowly and gently licking Harris's shaft. She started on his round, firm testicles, breathing in his sweat and musk, kissing and nibbling, all the while rhythmically caressing them with her right hand. His penis, she reckoned, was nearly eight inches, with a fine, thick girth. Pale and lightly veined, the extensive candlelight in the room lent it a warm, erotic glow. Slowly and methodically Marion licked her way up his shaft, firstly short teasing licks, then followed by stronger, longer, more sustained lascivious movements. Harris's eyes closed in pleasure. All the while Marion was experimenting, working out the best ways to experiment and please him. Yes, it was these longer, languorous movements that were working well for him, as was the case for the majority of men. Marion took Harris's cock in both his hands and began to gently and methodically wank him up and down, measuring and encouraging his hardness. She gazed steadily into Harris's eyes. 'I'm going to take you to a place you never knew existed, to show you just how, when the mood takes her, a woman can really please a man. Your manhood will be completely controlled, stimulated and fucked by my tender hands and mouth. Are you ready for that?' Marion gave Harris a knowing grimace. Then, staring all the while at him, she began to flick her light, sensuous tongue across the throbbing, shiny head of Harris's cock. From side to side she licked, around the top, and a series of long, lingering licks up the most sensitive underside to the head. All the while, Marion used both her hands to gently and rhythmically masturbate him. The long, loving, sensitive licks around the glans were driving Harris wild, he started to stretch and writhe in his seat, wanting to prolong the ecstasy but also fearful that she would bring him to climax too soon. He need not have worried, Marion was rapidly proving herself to be an accomplished, expert cocksucker. Marion dribbled some hot, thick saliva onto the head and then used some more languorous licks to work it in more fully. With a final challenging glance at Harris, she bent down and took the whole of the delicious, hard glans into her mouth. She transferred her left hand down to her groin and began to rhythmically frig her already damp pussy. Marion worked her lips further down Harris's shaft, getting a sense of how hard she could suck him. Her mouth was relatively small and she had to be careful not to suck too much at first for fear of over-stimulating him. Harris let out an involuntary low groan of pleasure, her warm, busy, caressing lips felt incredible on him. God, what a good and sensuous lover she was! Marion advanced still further until she had as much of him in her mouth as she could take, before moving back up again. And then again, repeating the same movement, building up a slow deliberate rhythm pleasurable both to herself and to Harris. Aware of Harris's relative inexperience, she was cautious and very anxious that he should not climax too quickly. She wanted to make love to this cock for the rest of the night, it was literally that, as she both physically and emotionally embraced and stimulated the whole of his manhood. What a fine, wonderful man, how frustrated and lonely he must have been! What a pleasure it was to have him all to herself! After a little while, Marion came up for a breath. She needed to rest her jaw, and some more skilled, unhurried tongue work across the head allowed her to do that. From time to time, she gave Harris a tender, cheeky smile, showing him that she was savouring it and reassuring him that she wanted it as much as he did. It was an erotic contact by turns passionate, considered and tender, as Marion judged and controlled the arousal of her lover perfectly. Marion pursed her lips and enveloped Harris's shaft once again, although he didn't give a great deal of physical response she could tell how much he was enjoying it. The pace of the regular up and down movements on Harris's shaft increased a little as his lust mingled with her own, from time to time he made further thrusting movements of his groin, trying to increase further both his penetration and level of stimulation. God, she was incredibly good. Oh God I need MORE Harris thought to himself. Taking hold of the back of Marion's head he rhythmically forced her up and down on his shaft, increasing the penetration but not the momentum. Marion was quite used to this reflex reaction, she didn't always allow it, but sometimes, like tonight, it turned her on greatly to be made to suck more deeply. The fingers of her left hand were working desperately around her labia and clit. Repeatedly Harris's cock hit the back of her throat. It made her feel at once so submissive, so dirty, yet also so powerful. On they went, until Marion started to tire, and she came up for breath. She licked her lips with understated appreciation. Now it was her turn. She got up lightly and crossed over to the bed. The large mirror had been strategically placed a few feet from the foot of the bed, so that both parties could enjoy their lovemaking with pure voyeuristic pleasure. Marion lay on the bed on her back, propped up on her elbows. She raised her knees and splayed her legs wide apart, blatantly offering herself to Harris, who needed no further invitation. Her cheap black cotton stockings contrasted wonderfully with her pale white flesh, he wanted to tear them off her. Everything about Marion's body language, her bright easy confidence said Come and take me, and do what you will with me. Taking control of himself, Harris leant across her and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, then more passionately on the lips. He was determined to repay her loving passion in full. He lowered his head and again started to work his tongue and lips across her breasts, then her belly. God, he had the most wonderful warm tongue, Marion's flesh was tingling with the anticipation of what Harris was about to do to her. Her small, shapely breasts jutted out, proud, aroused and erect. Harris may be inexperienced, but his instincts were good, he had genuine natural sensual desire, the instinct to arouse and satisfy female pleasure, and in a straightforward, uncomplicated way that pleased her. Marion threw her head back in pleasure, a warm smile playing across her lips as Harris's caresses commenced on her belly and inner thighs. He was deliberately teasing with careful, delicate kisses, yes he had a real natural lover's instincts alright. At last Harris found his way to her sex. Despite her desire, Marion allowed Harris to take his time, understanding how important it was for him to learn and experiment. Harris found her cunny magnificently, wondrously beautiful. Her legs already being splayed open as they were, he already enjoyed a fine view. Harris was fascinated by the thick, generous mat of brown pubic hair, he reached out and played with it a little, running the beautiful coarse hair between thumb and forefinger. Her fine, thick pubic growth extended down on either side of her labia, beautiful and unfettered, right down to her anal opening. Her outer lips were pale and soft beneath her abundant pubic growth. Harris was fascinated by the thick, distended pink labia, turning a shade of pale brown towards the outside. Her vulva was already slightly open, and it was not difficult to see how her cunt had become more distended and practised over time. Inside, Harris could already see the sticky moisture of her arousal. She was so beautiful, all the while Marion drank in Harris's wonderment with a relaxed, serene smile, so many times had she seen that very look of wonderment. Harris reached tentatively forward and kissed Marion on her pubic mound, experiencing for the first time the sharp prickle of her coarse hair against his cheeks and mouth, breathing in the curious, unique scent of her sexual arousal. Harris carefully made his way further downward. A last uncertain glance at Marion's face was met with a gentle, reassuring smile. Harris moved in, applying light gentle kisses to each fleshy mound on either side of her opening, all the way down and then back up again. Encouraged, he started to kiss her thick, damp, labia, applying his tongue and lips ever so gently. A wondrous, curious taste and texture started to fill his mouth and nostrils. Harris was understandably a little clumsy, but Marion let him take his time, giving him little low moans and words of encouragement from time to time 'Go on, mon amour, nice and gentle,.....that's nice.... oh that's so nice my love....keep on.....in that spot.... in that place' Harris, emboldened, gave a long slow, deliberate lick the length of her vulva, upwards towards the clitoris. Oh God YES that was it. Marion immediately closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure. And then another long, slow, deliberate lick. And another. Oh my God yes Marion thought. Harris's long, warm tongue had a wonderful, languorous quality to it, at once soothing and stimulating her hot, anxious vulva. Harris continued to methodically lap away at her, now allowing his tongue to penetrate her a little more deeply with long regular strokes. Marion was now becoming seriously aroused. Through half closed eyes she stared down at her lover with loving tenderness, appreciating his application, desire to please, and no little skill – many supposedly 'experienced' male lovers had no knowledge of how to please a woman in this way. Looking behind Harris's shoulder into the mirror, her arousal only increased at the sight of him methodically and tenderly working her cunt, his short, dark hair buried deep between her splayed open legs. She was utterly open and exposed, and that only turned her on all the more. She placed her hands on the back of her head in order to encourage him and reassure him how much she wanted his tongue inside her. Harris, gathering confidence, began to penetrate her more deeply with his tongue. He reached up each of his hands underneath her now sweating buttocks, and used his firm fingers to give himself greater purchase and to hold her open more fully. The insistent application of his thumbs on the fleshy mound either side of her vulva opened her as they both wished, her pink, shining cunthole now lay fully exposed before him, glistening with both his saliva and her now increasingly copious juices. Both were becoming heady with lust, Harris was intoxicated by the wonderful, sweet, spicy aroma of her sex. His cheeks and chin were now soaked by the exertion of the cunnilingus, her delicious, sweet, intimate womanhood seemed to fill his very being. Marion stared down at him, waiting, her lower lip continually flexing, her breath coming in short gasps. Harris was producing incredible, arousing sensations within her, her whole stomach and abdomen was filled with conflicting light, airy impulses. Understanding and sharing her desire, and having taken breath, Harris resumed with more of the same long, deliberate licks the length of her vulva. The licking continued, penetrating, exploring, teasing, Harris now experimenting with short stabbing movements of the tongue, tracing and caressing her vaginal walls. He felt Marion's hands on the back of his head very insistently now. At last Harris found her hard, angry clit. Marion's head immediately jerked back as she gave an involuntary shudder. Good, but too hard. Harris, understanding, eased off, and instead circled her engorged little bud more generously. Marion was being driven wild with passion, it seemed that the mere movement of Harris's hot breath over her desperate clitty would bring her over the edge. Harris again approached her clit, with the lightest, most sensuous backwards and forwards movements. A low whimper of pleasure met his caress, then another...and another. Marion's eyes were tightly closed beneath her mascara as she fought for breath, her breasts and stomach were now coated in a light sheen of sweat. Muffled, desperate cries began to intermingle with her whimpers of pleasure... 'Ooooohh....ooooohhhhhhmmmm ahhhhmooonndd...uuuhhh eeeuuuuuhhhhuuuiiiiiii vassssiiiii uuuhhh....vasssssiiiii' Marion threw her head back as a shudder of pleasure overcame her. Few, very few men, had been able to do this to her. Harris continued to toy with and tease her clit, now gently, now a little harder, using a variety of licking movements and directions, starting from time to time to suck and nibble. A continual chorus of light, anxious gasps of pleasure, mingled with moans of anguish, almost disbelief, descended upon him from above... 'Oooooaaaahhh ahh ahh ahhhh ah mon.... Ahh nnooooooooon uuueeeeeehhhhhhhhh ooooooohhhhhhhhaiaiii' Continued impulses of pleasure and desire tore their way through Marion's abdomen and chest from her desperately engorged clit, to the very core of her being. Harris knew that she couldn't take much more. He very gently took her clit into his mouth and sucked rhythmically and methodically. For a few moments Marion writhed, her damp hands clamped against the back of Harris's dear head. She shuddered as at last the powerful orgasm hit her, her head thrown back, her eyes tight shut. The faintest cry trailed off into a silent, desperate scream of pure ecstasy. Marion fell back on the soft, thick linen, fighting for breath. Harris simply lay his cheek against her thigh and held her still clenching palm to give reassurance. Marion took several minutes to recover. Shortly, with all the strength left in her, Marion hauled up Harris on top of her by the shoulders. Without hesitation, she kissed him lightly on his sweaty forehead, and then on the lips, gently, carefully and with great tenderness. They looked deep into each other's eyes, searching for meaning. A new understanding, a new curiosity, a new passion was visible in the exquisite, deep blue pools of Marion's eyes. Harris knew that he would never forget that expression. He felt humbled, beguiled as a whole new level of existence opened up before him, it was as though he were looking at eternity itself. Marion's searching lips brought him back to reality, a new powerful urgency expressing itself in her kisses. She held him tightly by the back of the neck, needing more of him. Suddenly the full force of Harris's still unsated arousal hit him. He felt Marion's free hand start to gently encircle and envelop his already aroused member with skilful, delicate finger movements. There was nothing unduly forced or urgent about her manipulation, her control of rhythm and pace was perfect. They were both ready, and could wait no longer. Harris adjusted himself a little to make himself more comfortable, he noticed absent-mindedly that the bed height was intentionally perfect for this kind of intercourse. Pausing a moment, and keeping a steady eye contact with Marion, he carefully entered her. The slightest, tender smile played across her lips as he entered her already sodden and needy vagina without difficulty. Ohhhh God that feels incredible Harris thought to himself, he couldn't believe how good the caressing warmth of her vaginal walls felt. He was a still a little cautious and tentative, and Marion was well used to reading this kind of situation. She simply waited, wrapping her firm legs round his back for further encouragement, allowing him to establish himself. Harris began to move within her, his eyes closed with the lust and intimacy of the movement. Still Marion watched attentively, watching carefully for the signals that would tell her how to accommodate herself to him, and to increase their pleasure. Oh he felt so nice, not the most skilled or the best endowed, but he was of a pleasing girth, and his now rhythmical movements within her had a pleasing charm and character of their own... Harris felt confident enough to raise the tempo, but he still wasn't yet fully relaxed. Marion wanted this to be more intimate, an emotional as well as a physical interchange that he would never forget. She pulled him down further on top of him, she wanted to feel his hard, sweaty body covering her, protecting her. Again, they continued to exchange a series of long, tender, passionate kisses as their lovemaking increased in intensity. Harris was starting to feel the regular, rhythmical contractions of her vagina which afforded him great pleasure. They moved together, a firm, regular rhythm now established between them which was mutually pleasurable to both. For Harris, this was so good, this sense of strength and power, and the certainty that he was giving great pleasure. Marion had enjoyed his stimulation greatly, but she also wanted to try something else, she pushed him lightly but insistently back. They rested for a brief moment. Marion's voyeuristic impulses took hold of her. She repositioned herself on her side, towards the foot of the bed, so that she was some five feet away from the large, heavy mirror at its foot. Harris understood what she wanted. He lay beside her but behind her back, and then snaked his right forearm around her pale waist. Marion took his hand in hers, holding it in position there. Marion reached her head behind her for a moment as they indulged in a languorous, passionate kiss, their extended tongues swirling and intertwining around each other's. Harris applied light, tender kisses to the side of her head, ear and cheek, marvelling in the beauty of her straight, now sweat-dampened hair. Marion raised her right leg as they continued to kiss. Harris entered her again, very easily this time. He was now very hard, light-headed with lust, approaching a degree of physical exhaustion, and desperate to climax – he knew he couldn't hold it back much longer. He knew he had to start letting go, there was a new, higher, still more intense level of eroticism he still wanted to experience. Still holding her tightly around the waist, holding her close, wanting to feel her intimately close to him as he took her, he gradually began to build up a firmer, faster, more insistent rhythm. Marion looked at herself in the mirror. Holding her right leg in an upwards position with her right hand, her toes flexing delicately towards the ceiling, she had a fine, uninterrupted view of Harris's shaft starting to work her with fierce, deliberate intensity. They were both fascinated by the steady movements of his hard, thick member between her now fully stretched labia, his shaft now glistening with the juices of her copious arousal. Harris increased the tempo still further. Marion gave a shudder of pleasure, her eyes tightly closed as she willingly gave herself to the full force of this virile soldier's assault. She loved the fierce, intense, animal sensations Harris was creating deep within her, it made her feel so possessed, so wanted. Marion moved her free left hand down to her clit as Harris continued to vigorously fuck her all the while. Oh God yes that was it Oh yes Oh yessssss.... Marion emitted a low whine of ecstasy as the combination of her own stimulation and Harris's movements within her brought her inexorably to a sudden shuddering orgasm. Marion collapsed back against the sheet, only half conscious with the wonderful sensations Harris was creating within her, exquisite feelings of penetration and womanhood which reached to the very core of her being. Marion lay, dazed by the conflicting physical and erotic sensations which assailed her, but she knew she had to give Harris one last effort. She responded back to Harris's thrusts with ever increasing intensity, wonderful, profound, sensual contractions. At last neither could take any more. Marion brought him over the edge. Harris's whole body stiffened, he held Marion very tightly about the waist as the tremendous orgasm overcame him. He could only emit a low, incoherent groan as the almost indescribable joy caused by his ejaculating member overwhelmed his senses. On and on it went, spurt after thick spurt, utterly filling Marion and reaching into her womb itself. A thin cry of pure animal release escaped Marion's lips as this wonderful, hot, thick, pulsing ejaculation brought her over the edge again, her orgasm a mass of purity and sensual pleasure. At least the thick, heavy pulsing receded... Still Harris gripped Marion tightly about the waist. In response, Marion held Harris's hand in place there with her own, each soaked in their own and each other's sweat, trembling with exhaustion. Harris, quite spent, fell back against the sheets. Marion, for a very rare moment, felt utterly at peace, utterly taken, and allowed herself to rest back against Harris, his sinewy arms still entwined about her... Very soon they were asleep as their mutual exhaustion overtook them. |
I'm writing this to a particular person who will never ever see it, of that I am certain. And no, it's not you, no matter how much you might feel you fit the description. I was a very broken girl when you knew me. I wanted you because I didn't have you. There really wasn't ever anything special about you. You weren't my soulmate or my true love. All of that was just empty words and bullshit to earn trust. Misplaced trust, but still trust. What you were was unattainable. You could remain a fantasy, a what if. Safe from ever failing to live up to my expectations of what it would be like to fuck you. I genuinely think there are very few people who can actually handle me sexually. You were not one of them. But I liked to think about what if you could have been. You had a need for control and I hate being controlled. You wanted me to bend to your will and I would have, quite happily, but only ever in a sexual way. I don't back down from my beliefs and my sense of morality. I don't budge on my rights and what I will and will not accept from a partner. Not anymore, anyway. That control remains with me even if I allow the illusion of it to be yours. I directed you. I manipulated you. I used you. I committed the photos you've sent me over the years to memory. A wonderful, fun, enjoyable memory, but just a memory. I've never touched you. You've never touched me. But I've imagined the mundane ways you've wanted control over me. They bored me, but I entertained the idea and allowed you to believe I dripped at the notion. I complimented your dick. I praised your features and demeanor. I lied so much to you. And I wish I could say I regret it, but I don't. You made me feel wanted and desired and I craved it. It was like a drug, of which I couldn't get enough. Most of my life was spent staying out of the way, being useful for sex and not much else. That's not how we started though. We started out of a mutual love of darkness and the macabre. There was a time when we could talk for hours. About nothing in particular or things as stupid as what we were wearing at that particular moment. My head was in the clouds. I thought I could actually love you at one point. I loved broken things and you were fairly damaged. You wanted me to open up, to let you in and I couldn't. Sexuality and desire could get past but emotions couldn't; they were mine. There was a time when I would have done anything to make you smile. That time is past. Now I'm over the fantasy and the romance. Now? I want to go back to my roots and revisit what I'm best at. I want to be wanted again. I want to feel desired and lusted after. I want to have someone say my name in a growl in my ear, and I want to draw that from them with my physical contact. I want carnal desire and raw passion. I want you to know that I don't think I'm capable of the kind of love and affection and understanding you deserve. I tried to be capable of it, but I'm just not cut out for that kind of attachment. I was a pretty convincing actress, though. However, I still want to know what your body feels like beneath mine. I don't really give a shit if you fall for me or if you're just in it for the carnal pleasure as well. In the end, I just want to fuck. I just don't believe you're capable of what I need. I don't believe you could actually hurt me or scare me. I want that rush of adrenaline that comes from the unknown. I can read your every move. I can feel the change in the air and know exactly what to expect. You. Bore. Me. I'm open to giving you one chance to prove me wrong. One chance to make me afraid of you. Do you have it in you to push your own morality and boundaries past the point I don't think you'll cross? I need a challenge. I'd love a challenge actually, something to feel alive instead of just floating through existence. You know my pleasures. I'm a masochist, an often regressed mind perfectly capable of feeling great fear, a fighter in need of restraint. I am a brat that will challenge your authority over me and I can take it to that maximum level that you won't cross. The question remains though, could I make you? Could I be defiant enough, cruel enough to make you cross that line out of anger or frustration? Could I drive you past your breaking point so you find mine? I don't know. But I'd like to try. Tell me where your line in the sand is drawn. Would you be capable of making me cry? Maybe you'd enjoy that. I'm often told I'm at my prettiest when I cry. How about leaving marks? Bruises and bites in my pale flesh, would it bother you to hurt me in that way? Could you hold a blade to my neck and make me believe it wasn't just for show? Would you be able to make me fear for my life under your control? I think when push came to shove, you couldn't do it. I think you'd falter. I think you're not capable of being the man I need in my life. I think you could put your hand on my throat and feign control. I think you could even spank me or slap me to get my attention. But I don't think you could bring me to life in the way that I want. I don't think anyone can, really. I live on this line of what I know is what I'm supposed to want in life and what I actually want. On one side is the loving home and family, the 2.5 kids and a dog behind a white picket fence with fresh baked cookies and nightly family dinners. On the other side is my ideal life. No kids, no roots, no anchors holding me down, no expectations or pressure to present myself as perfection. Tattoos and piercings and multi-colored hair, purple leather and pale skin with a blood red lip. Ropes and lingerie, caged anger and lust. Masks, whips, alcohol, and drugs. That side is basically an orgy of excess. I want experiences and I want to really live and feel the exhilaration of living. But laws and fear keep me docile. Chained up and afraid to explore the way I really want to. So I married the first guy that seemed willing to take that step with me. Safety. I opted for safety over really living. Many days go by where I wish I hadn't. I wish I had waited and given you a chance to show me what you could do for me. You have pictures of me. You could have hurt me, been cruel, ruined the marriage I didn't really want to be in, but you chose not to and I don't know why. Maybe you felt the same as me. Maybe you wanted to keep me at that same distance that I kept you at. Close enough to feel the passion, but far enough away that I just stayed an unsullied fantasy. I know you weren't comfortable letting me see your walls crumbling. Mine didn't crumble, I just helped you over them when I needed a fix. Yours though? They crumbled the longer we tried to pretend we could be a thing. You'd never admit it of course. But I saw the way you looked at me, the way you said my name, the way your voice softened just slightly when you were with me, things that happen when you start letting someone in. Then I just left. I didn't even say goodbye. I couldn't. Goodbye was final and I wanted you just out of reach. I had gotten to a point where I wanted more than the fantasy. I wanted to touch you, to look into your eyes while you fucked me. I wanted to ruin the illusion of perfection and bring everything crashing back down around me in reality, where you would undoubtedly disappoint me. Mostly, though, I walked away because I started thinking that I might actually be able to get you to cross that line I had been so certain you couldn't even fathom. I wasn't so certain, anymore, that you wouldn't outright kill me instead of letting me leave after the disappointment was over. And I was okay with that. Author's note: This is an exaggeration of an actual incident a week or so ago. The real panties were red lace :) An Apology My dearest darling wife I am sorry. This was inexcusable, but partly your doing. I jerked off last night while you slept beside me. I woke around 3am with a stiff aching cock. I assumed that I just had to pee so I headed to the bathroom. Relieving myself brought no relief to my painful erection. I returned to the bedroom. You had rolled on to your stomach and kicked off the covers in the heat of the summer night. As per usual, you slept naked. So between the dim moonlight and the bathroom night light, I saw your deep brown hair cascading over your muscular back, your magnificent ass, fantastic legs and bare soles. I could see the barest hint of your pussy beyond your ass. Your hair reminded me of how it whipped around when you rode me reverse cowgirl during our evening fuck session. My cock seemed to get a little harder. Your ass reminded me of how much I loved finishing by fucking you doggy last night, feeling your warm soft wet pussy wrapped around my cock as I slid in and out, hypnotized by your winking brown eye. I absently grabbed my cock and rubbed it lightly. Your legs made me think of how great you looked in cutoffs yesterday working in the yard with me. Even in your fifties, your legs are fantastic. And, you are well-aware that the image of your ass and legs in those cutoffs sets my heart pounding. I massaged my balls as I stroked my cock a little more forcefully. Your soles reminded me of the footjob you almost gave me at lunchtime. You had kicked off your sandals as we came in, and said your feet were sore. I had you sit on the couch, and massaged the pain away. You returned the favor by rubbing my cock through my jeans until it was hard, then saying, "Time for lunch!" You got up and danced into the kitchen giggling, leaving me begging for more. I felt a dribble of pre-cum slip out of my cock and drop silently to the carpet. Yes, on one hand you teased me all day. However, you could argue that you did fuck me thoroughly last night: missionary, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, and doggy. And you made up for the teasing footjob with a toe-curling blowjob after lunch. The memory of you licking my shaft and gobbling the head of my cock before taking me deep in your mouth made me a little harder. I can almost feel your tongue on the underside of my cock as you slide it in and out of your full lips. I rubbed a little harder, squeezing the head every third or fourth stroke. So, yes, we had lots of sex yesterday. However, the evidence that it was not enough was throbbing in my hand as I stared at your ripe body. When you stirred, and rolled on your side giving me a glance at your left tit (always my favorite one), I knew I had to finish. I got into bed beside you. Last night when I removed your panties, they ended up on my night table. Ok, I practically tore them off and flung them out of the way of my tongue. I picked them up. I drank in your musky scent from them. I wrapped my fist with them, and began stroking, slowly but firmly. Your ass faced me, redoubling my lust for you. Again, I rubbed my balls with my other hand as I stroked. I knew all that stimulation, both visual and mental would finish as me quickly as a college kid preparing for a big night. I gripped tightly and stroked hard. I felt the spunk rising from my balls, the pressure building. I let the feeling take me and I pumped shot after shot into your panties. I managed to stifle the groan I was feeling. After I wiped the leftover cum from my rapidly deflating cock, I carefully placed your drenched panties on my night table. This morning I put them in the laundry basket. So my dear sexy wife, when you go to do a load of lingerie and underwear, and you find a crusty pair of red satin boys shorts, just remember that you are partly to blame. Your loving husband. PS., In the interest of avoiding a repeat of my little problem, I propose exchanging half an hour of my tongue in your pussy for one of your mind- altering blowjobs in place of watching TV tonight. |
_"Guys and Girls at a Bar," part 2 of the "It was supposed to be about incest" arc._ _Copyright CopperSkink (or Copper's Kink; whatever turns you on), January One, Two Thousand Ten._ _All players eighteen and older, even graduated from high school._ _Circa 2066 (subject to change depending on how well I organize my notes in the next several months), located in the (fictional) charming town of Rotterdale, North Carolina, halfway up the coast and about ten miles in on foot._ _"Bombshell Manor" and "Tranquil Breeze Garden" are explained in previous (to be posted) chapters, so look forward to them coming out._ * "Ugh..." I said to greet the morning. Someone had been so kind as to build the house to accept Eastern sunlight in the mornings, yet no blackout curtains were drawn. "Who's packing?" There was a little noise littered throughout the room. Both male and female, people waking up, getting dressed. There was also a warm body tucked into me, ass first, just the way I like it. Neither of us had clothes on, and the liquor had released its hold on my dick, allowing it to explore the creature's ass. "Breakfast in a few minutes," someone called from outside. My eyes shot open, along with many others if I judged the complaints correctly, and once again I, along with everybody else, wished I could go back in time and shoot Newton in the head for inventing gravity. Going up was fine, but coming down was a bitch. "Mmm... morning," the girl tucked into me said to me. I felt her crane her neck around to kiss me, and her hand reached back to pet my cock, poking at her backside. My eyes opened, and... "Oh hey, Beck." "Hey," my little sister said back at me, finishing our kiss before peering around the room a few times. I took a look around as well. Sam was sprawled out on the bed by himself, no surprise there. A few of the girls were in a general pile next to the bed, with Dree and Bill here or there. One more unidentified groan told me Sara had been sleeping somewhere behind me. We all got dressed in what we came in, and we looked a pretty ridiculous bunch heading downstairs. Me and my boys in slacks, the girls in dresses that were pressed and clean and glamorous the night before with styled hair. This morning, their hair was... something. Becky looked somewhat passable with her hair just straightened, but she still looked ridiculous in her dress and heels, mingling with the remaining crowd. Sara and her adventurous criss- crossed breasts were the worst, though. A dozen other people had stayed the night, but I learned that they were all related to the owners of the house or else they went to school at the Garden. The residents were the mothers of the headmistress of the garden, a pair of eighty-something women who thought we all looked very humorous in our dancing shoes. Throughout breakfast, Becky was quite flirtatious with all the boys and girls at the largish table, but her naked foot was running itself along _my_ leg all morning. The fact that I knew she wanted me and that she wanted to save our first time for something special was making me hard as shit despite all the times I came the night before. I only hoped I could keep her attention long enough to collect. We all got home in good time, except I had to turn around and head right to classes. I missed my early one; not good. The rest went by in a rather slow blur, and I was fucking exhausted by five in the evening when I was finally free. I dragged myself by way of the tram to Julie's, where a stool was waiting for me. "Wotcher, handsome," said Jess the barmaiden with a pitcher of delicious foam for me. I gave her a casual wave of my aching hand. Computer technology into its fifth decade, and this stupid school still has us writing with pencils. "Down and out today?" she asked in her sultry bartender voice. "He's just pissed he hasn't gotten any from a'special someone'," Bill's voice said from next to me. I hadn't noticed him before; I popped him one on the arm. "Aww... le povre," she said sympathetically. "I'll go to bed with you any time you ask, you know." I groaned rather than answer. Jess was a nice piece of tail, but now she just seemed like every other dolphin in the sea, especially after having fucked her already. She turned off to handle (and flirt with) someone else further down the bar. "Don't worry, stud, you'll get her." This new voice had me puzzled. I craned my head to look down the bar past Bill, and... "Sally? What're _you_ doing here?" "Drinking," she said with some incredulity. "What'd you expect, dancing on the bar?" That voice somehow reached all the way to my testicles. Sally had been good in bed from what I had seen. _Too_ good. It wasn't natural. Dree was there, moping as usual. Sam, uncharacteristically, wasn't. He arrived a half hour later, and he seemed grumbly at the thought of sharing a bar with his sister, but soon he was drinking his problems away with the rest of us. Salamandy was loving it, chatting away a storm despite no one listening to her. She was on her phone half the time as well; he heard about half the news of the entire town relayed through her in the time it took us to get through three pitchers. It was like she had no code at all. Then, to the surprise of some and the causal interest of others, an adorable blond with a stereotypically perky outfit pulled up a seat next to me. "Bartender!" she hollered, "Is there any beer in this place?" She then turned to me. I was already staring at her in disbelief. "Hi!" she said warmly. "Remember me?" I gave her a blank stare. What's with all these woman at our bar? "Cindy? From last night?" "I remember," I said somewhat modestly, though I couldn't really tell her from her twin yet. "What're you..." "I heard a bunch of people were gonna be here," she said whimsically. She distracted herself with her new beer and peanuts. "How's it goin'?" "Sara? Is that you?" came a rather loud noise from my right. Salamandy had surely already noticed her sister's appearance, and the annoying effect was lost on none of us. "Where's Cindy? I thought you two were attached at the wrist!" Despite her rudeness, she was right. I can't remember having ever seen the twins apart before. "Bite me," Cindy snarled at her sister eloquently. "So, come here often?" she turned back to me. "More and more, it seems," I said, still in a daze. Why was she talking to me? In the next hour it took us to polish off two more pitchers, Salamandy and Cindy continued to dominate the conversation that took place, but Cindy only seemed interested in talking to me. She wasn't just talking, either. Her dangling feet bumped into mine every so often, and she would accentuate what jokes she told by leaning up against me momentarily and touching me on the hand whenever I said anything to her out of sheer courtesy. She was making me feel in a way I hadn't felt in years. Whenever she touched me, excitement shot through my veins. I was actually getting hard from her flirting. That hasn't happened to me since I was a freshman in high school, shortly before "The Beast" took my soul. The more she talked to me, and the more she flirted with me, the more she started to grow on me. Compared to her sister Salamandy, she had exceptionally golden hair, automatically making her seem the more adventurous and exciting of the two, but her eyes spoke of a maturity that belied her age. She was nowhere as whimsical or as silly as Sally: the things she had to say spoke more of sophistication and dignity, and she wasn't insulting when she spoke. As I understood it, the two sisters were almost the same age, separated by only a few months. Yet where Salamandy's future seemed to be in waiting tables, I could see Cindy running board meetings in a smart suit. She was classy. Evening was getting mature, time for the older crowd to start coming in for dinner, which meant was time for us younger kids to head out and find some way to kill the rest of the Saturday. After we paid our compliments to the ever- attentive Jess, we turned and headed out. Cindy caught up with me at the door before I could group up with my boys for protection, and she clutched onto my arm. "Wanna go for a walk? she asked sweetly. I looked left and right, but everyone else was too involved in their non- involvement to notice. I was trapped. She was already dragging me down the street off towards nowhere before I could answer. "So... what're you doing in college?" "I donno, trying to figure out what I want to do with my life," I answered lamely. "That's cool. I don't know either, so I think it's a good idea to just take it easy for a few years. As long as you got a home to go home to and money from your parents to keep going to school, right?" "Uhh... yeah." I wasn't used to this. I hadn't done any dating in forever; not that I felt like I was on a date, but I'm not used to sharing with women. Had I a chunk of change in my pocket to do something with, I would've just lubed her up with a few smooth words on our way to a hotel room. Had she not been my boy's sister, that is. I have rules when we're not all in the same room. "Sara wants to be an electrical engineer, but I can't make heads or tails of the designs she shows me. I want to be a fashion designer, so I go talk to the people in town that have to do with fashion, you know. Mistress Melody, Granny Nikki, Leslie; that crowd." None of whom I'd ever met, but all three of them were names on Main Street in Downtown Rotterdale; they ran a dresses-by-order business, an art studio, and a lingerie shop respectively. "I spend some time modeling for money, but that usually means I see more of raven-beak than I'd like to, you know what I mean..." "Raven-beak" was the household nickname for the two black-haired girls in Sam's house, including Salamandy, whom no one really seemed to like. It was a fitting nickname, for as far as I knew, the rest of their brothers and sisters were all blond. "But it's some decent money, and you meet a few people now and then. You know?" "Hang on," I said, trying not to be rude, "I don't mean to be rude, but... is there a particular reason you're singling me out?" She stopped dead in her tracks to shoot me a look of horror. I wasn't buying it, so I raised my eyebrows and waiting. "Fine," she huffed. "I need a date to the dance, and Sara's already taking someone." She had dropped my arm and was standing stock-still in her sunflower sandals with her arms crossed, looking pointedly in a different direction. "...We just _had_ the dance," I said obviously. "Or do you mean the high school dance? That's like a month away." "That's the Senior Ball; I mean the Garden Promenade," she said impatiently. "So, will you go with me?" "Why me? I thought it was, begging your pardon, Sara that had an eye on me, and _you_ were with Bill and Drivved." "I donno; she said she was going with someone, and _I_ have to go, and you seem like a nice guy, so..." "You _have_ to go? You sound like you don't want to. And I thought the Garden hosted that dance from last night. And you go to Cameron anyway." "That was just a party," she said impatiently. "The real dance is next week. It's the official yearly 'coming of age' party for former students. Anyway, if I go, I have to have a date, and like I said, I wanted to go with Sara, but she's taking someone, and I know _you_ don't have a date, so will you go with me, or not?" "I donno; what kind of a dance is it? Is anyone else I know gonna be there?" "A couple people; I donno... It's like a regular school dance with food and dancing and a band. You have to wear shoes and slacks and a shirt like last night. Okay?" I tried not to let my eyes roll. I'm used to girls tripping over themselves to get dates for a dance they absolutely _had_ to go to, but this girl thought of it as a chore. I admit, I was intrigued. "Why do you even want to go?" "I owe it to my teachers," she explained patiently. "When I went to school there, they had every kind of activity to do: Games, sports, music, drawing, pottery, whatever, and you could learn at your own pace. If you ever didn't understand anything, there were oodles of teachers on standby to help you with whatever. By the time I got to high school, I already knew everything they taught. The only reason I go is to learn to socialize, apparently. Did you hear what happened with Drivved's sisters?" "Them? Didn't they take off somewhere?" "No; I mean, they went straight to Laurel. All three of them have doctorates, and Holly, the youngest, is hardly even eighteen. I hear all three of them got recruited to work for some space program." "So... _what_ does this have to do with...?" "Did you like high school?" "I have to think about that for a s... no, I didn't like it." " _I_ don't like it either. I don't even wanna go to their stupid Senior Ball; everyone's just gonna be off acting like sluts all night and ditch early to go get a room upstairs." We had gone back to walking, and she stopped us in a big park full with a children's section full of goodies to ride on. She sat us down on a bench nearby a flock of kids enjoying themselves. "So it's not really my thing," she continued, "but the Promenade at the Garden is a bit special to me. Like I said, I was just gonna go with Sara, but since she seems so _busy_..." I knew a woman's fury when I heard it, "I thought maybe you'd wanna go." "Why her? Aren't you supposed to take boys to dances?" She was losing her patience. "Girls go with girls all the time; nobody cares if you're gay or anything at the Garden." "But... your sister?" It was her turn to raise her eyebrows. "Nothing, nothing..." "So?" "I guess..." "Great. Come on." She pulled me to my feet and dragged me by the hand off to a huge house that had its back to the park. "And we're going...?" "To meet my dad. We have to clear our dates with him well in advance if we want to live." Suddenly I found myself not wanting to meet Sam's father, not at all. "Look," she said, turning me to face her, "you wanna fuck me, don't you?" She had turned on the charm. Carefully mascaraed eyelashes, delicate pink lipstick, and faintly rosed cheeks made her into quite the alluring young lady. Her lips were parted and she was gazing up at me with a kind of hunger. Again, I didn't buy it. This was how I expected Salamandy to behave; Cindy and Sara seemed above this kind of nonsense. Disappointing, really "The thought had crossed my mind," I said honestly enough, hoping it was the right thing to say, "but haven't we already..." "That was Sara you were with last night. So? How about it?" "Well, yeah. I wouldn't mind, I mean." "Then act like it in front of my dad." She clutched me close again and pulled me to the back door of the house. "Daddy, this is Derrick," she said a few minutes later. A short man with pale blond hair greeted us. He was stocky with farm-hand muscles I had come to expect from people that grew up in the Garden; from my brief time with Salamandy and her twin sisters in the buff, both were soft on the outside, but they were equally hard with polished muscle. I could easily see him as being Sampson's father. "Samson Campbell," he said behind a frown and an extended hand. His little girl was clutching to me as though I was the love of her life, and I could feel his protectiveness of her when he crushed my hand in his. Strong indeed. "Derrick invited me to the dance at the Garden," Cindy lied. "May we go?" "We'll see," he said behind a scowl. "Your sister's waiting for you upstairs. Derrick, would you mind joining me in my office?" Oh, shit. What the fuck has she gotten me into? But as he turned his back to lead me, Cindy flash me a winning grin and winked at me; she was expecting this. She bolted upstairs to be reunited with her twin. I followed the man through a few rooms; I took a moment to look around. This house had a reputation for having the most children under its roof next to the Garden itself, yet there wasn't a spot of mess anywhere. I heard Garden students learned to work their backs and keep their living spaces clean; this discipline surely leaked into this man's house. The final door was through the huge kitchen, where several people I didn't recognize were amusing themselves with various concoctions. I had been half- expecting to see Sam somewhere, but to no avail. I was led through the door, and suddenly I was wishing I was back in the bar. It stank. Burning. Chemicals. Rot. Not at all the comfortable chair I was hoping for in what was surely going to be an interview. I could see the questioning process was going to be completely painful. "Where're you from, son?" he asked me after offering me a seat. "Life-long Bomb," I said, citing the high school mascot. He nodded noncommittally. "How long've you known Cindy?" _There's_ a question I wasn't prepared for. Then again, if I needed to study in advance, shouldn't Cindy have warned me? "We just met, actually," I said as casually as I could, but I could feel my heartbeat racing. "I'm friends with Sam; he introduced us at the dance last night." He scoffed. Damn. "I'll have you know this dance isn't like these parties you kids are used to. The Promenade takes place at Tranquil Breeze Garden, where there are no private rooms to escape to afterwords." "I... hadn't even thought about it," I stammered. Truthfully enough. "I'm an intelligent man," he countered. "And you, you're how old?" "Twenty-one, sir," I said, trying to keep things as clean as possible. "College?" "Laurel, sir." "Then I assume you're an intelligent man as well, and intelligent people think. But no matter what you may or may not be thinking, my daughter is still in high school, and she still lives under my roof. Need I expound?" "No, sir." The rest of the conversation went on like that. It never got easy; the questions themselves weren't hard, but I felt embarrassed when I couldn't tell him what my plans for the future were or when I had to tell him I was still living at home with no graduation in sight and no career lined up. No matter what my answers were, he never flinched. "Have you ever been to the Garden?" was his next question. Something I didn't expect. "No, but I've heard about it." "You may have come to understand that its former students who attend Cameron High aren't exactly in need of the education they offer there?" "Cindy said something about that, yeah." "It's a social experiment, you see," he explained. "They don't do much teaching at high schools; it's more of a way to keep young people off the streets and out of trouble for the majority of the day. They also learn social behavior before they get dumped into what we like to refer to as 'the real world'. "I decided to install my children into high school for this experience; wheres others... you know Timber?" "Drivved's brother, right?" Samson nodded, "My son with Drivved's mother. She chose not to put _her_ five in high school; Timber, being my eldest, tended toward her influence. Tell me, what is your view of 'the real world'?" I had to think for a minute. "It sucks," I said after exactly one minute. "Exactly. The Garden is not like this. People treat one-another with respect. Everyone works hard towards a common goal, and everyone achieves his or her own dreams through cooperation, and everyone takes their fair share of cleaning up after everyone else. The Senior Ball hosted by Cameron High is for the seniors to engage in rather unscrupulous behavior as a reward for their year-long unscrupulous behavior. At the Garden, the Promenade is more of a dignified gathering of those who live to be eighteen. There are teachers from both the Garden and from Cameron as well as professors from Laurel, and there are parents. "Do you know the difference between an engagement and a wedding?" Somehow, this man with twenty-something children didn't strike me as the marrying type. Especially after knowing Sampson. "Nothing's coming to mind." What the fuck was he getting on about, anyway? "An engagement is for the couple. They already know their future lies together, so it's a simple giving of a ring and a nice dinner once things are decided. Possibly a romantic evening, the removal of prophylactics from the bed." Okay, maybe this guy's cool after all. "A wedding," he continued before he made me blush, "is for the family. You get married, the people you know want to see, and kiss, your bride. Or husband; we from the Garden do not discriminate. But you see, the wedding holds no particular interest to the couple; they made their decision back at their engagement. Do you understand?" "I suppose I do." "Of course you don't; you're too young to be worrying about that kind of thing. Remember only that _all_ of my children are very important, and not just to me." "I will, sir." "Then we have nothing more to discuss. Dress smartly, yes? A sweater and corduroys will be acceptable, but slacks and a tie will work if you'd feel more proper." I don't know why, but after he let me out of his awful room, I found myself wanting very much to fuck his daughter. For the time that she'd been sitting next to me, I thought I'd hit that already, so I found my own interest surprising. But that he was so protective of her as well as learning that she was still untapped territory made her seem very much appealing. My manhood once again came to attention. I would have to get something done about that, though I still had school that morning. ****** With seven days gone by, I was roasting away in my cozy bedroom, being myself. I had mostly forgotten about the whole thing. I was sent home without saying goodbye to Cindy, and the week went on. With the high school dance coming up, Becky found herself rather busy, but I seemed to keep fantasizing about her. Rather than jack off to the image of my sister, who was becoming more and more perfect in my eyes, I just kept my hands off. _Knock knock knock_. Becky. "Hey, baby," said in my warmest voice upon welcoming her in. She looked pissed. "Call for you," she said frigidly. "...And?" "It would seem that your 'date' will be waiting for you with your 'ride' at the horse stables Downtown." I can't remember having seen her so angry. Her arms were crossed firmly, but she looked so adorable with her hair curling out of control. I just wanted to gather her into my arms and kiss every inch of her. "Thanks, Beck," I said instead. I turned to go get ready, but she remained. "Going somewhere tonight?" "Yeah, there's this thing down at the orphanage. There's this girl needed me to be her fall-back; guess the other guy backed out." "I hope you have a _wonderful_ time," she said. She couldn't have made herself more clear if she had shouted. I felt sick to my stomach from the time I stepped into the shower to get ready to the moment I stepped off the trolley to the Downtown waiting area. I could see giddy couples converging in their eveningwear; I let my eyes wander rather than engage, waiting for my date. Cindy met me in a glamorous dress that did her body justice, and she was wearing those same sunflower sandals that reminded me of that moment I decided wanted her. Her yellow dress matched perfectly and glittered with sequins. Next to her, Sara was dressed to match, wearing a rose-colored dress with rosepetal sandals. "Derrick! There you are!" called Cindy when she saw me approaching one of the carriages that was to purvey us to the dance. Sara came with her; I took pity on them and met them halfway for the sake of their outfits. They collided with me and each kissed me on a cheek. "Cindy," I said somewhat warmly, aiming a kiss on her cheek, but she intercepted me and got it on the lips. I was much happier to see her than I had expected; it took my mind off my grumpy sister. "Sara, date not here yet?" I wasn't sure if I was supposed to shake her hand or kiss her as well. But they glanced at each other, then each took a hand of mine and pulled me past the carriages to the door of the art studio. A blank "Closed" sign punctuated the door, but Cindy pressed the face of her watch to the locking mechanism, and the door popped open. They pulled me inside and shut the door after me. "There was a slight mix-up," Cindy said. "Your date didn't show," I said to Sara. "My date didn't show," she repeated. "So... we need you to do us a _really_ big favor," Cindy said. From the look on her face, I didn't think I was going to like what the favor was. But then, maybe I should catch an early night after all, go cheer my sister up. "It's cool; I knew you two wanted to go together. I'll head back..." "We wouldn't do that to you!" Sara interrupted. "Yeah, we want you to take _both_ of us!" Cindy finished. I had to think about that one. "I donno... your dad seems kinda..." I had a whole speech prepared about how I should honor their father's wishes because I feared him killing me, but they turned to one-another and kissed. And not just touching lips like Cindy and I had done, they were crushed together, hands wrapped tightly around bodies, mouths pried open with seeking tongues. A kiss like I'd had with Sara a week earlier. My cock, untouched since last week, was making quite an effort against my tan slacks. Cindy's experienced fingers dawdled along my belt line before plunging down my pants to take hold of me. Her cold fingers brought me to life; Cindy reached for her twin's breast, and still their kiss went on. "Please?" they then said together, cheeks pressed close. Cindy's hand joined Sara's on my cock. I was excited to no end. I thought the girls weren't down with this kind of thing, and my mind was alive with the possibilities. "I thought you girls weren't down with this kind of thing," I said with a catch in my voice. Cindy looked at Sara, and Sara looked at Cindy. "Did I hear him correctly?" "I think he said 'down'." " _I_ think he said 'down' too." "Better do what he says." Cindy then, to my amazement, dropped to her knees. But not to face me, she leaned up against her twin's legs. Her fingers slowly started to peel up the rose dress. "We're _not_," Sara said firmly, looking me square in the eyes. "And it stays that way, do you understand?" Her dress had been pulled up to reveal her thighs; Cindy was planting gentle kisses on her tanned skin. My mouth was watering. A few more centimeters, and a yellow thong came peeking out from under Sara's rose dress. "Completely," I affirmed. "Good man," Sara said, squeezing my cock. Cindy pushed her sister's dress up just a bit higher, then planted a kiss square on her covered pussy. "When we get back, this place'll be abandoned. Perfect, wouldn't you say?" "Umm... yeah," I gasped. "Perfect." "It's where we get photo shoots done. There's a bed and everything." Her hand was doing wonders on my cock; there was no way this girl was as good as her reputation lent her. I wanted her to pull my cock out of my pants, to jerk me off until she came on her panties, to make her sister lick it up. I didn't want to go to the dance at all, not when there was a perfectly secluded bed waiting just a single flight of steps up. Still, we went back out, all three of us very flushed, me holding Cindy tight in front of me as though I was so excited to have her around. Which I was, but it also held my erection out of sight. We all got onto the various carriages and took off. The dance was a bust. While it was a nice place to be, it was every bit as stuffy as the girls' father made it out to be. People from every stretch of education were there; it was something like an opportunity for former students to meet adults who could place them in the right schools or jobs. Still, we danced, the three of us, and I got to dance with any number of other girls. One particular favorite of mine was a busty blond who was nearly as tall as I am; she said she taught at Laurel and that I should check out her sexual health class. Hearing her talking about sex for two hours at a time was definitely something I could get used to. The headmistress came out and said her piece, but I was too distracted with my two dates. Though they had a lot of face to show for the people there, they stuck close by me and flirted with each other endlessly for my benefit. Their father also showed up, being an important figure from Cameron High. He checked on us frequently, and the girls always seemed to know when he was around and behaved immaculately as such, but he had far too many other children to look after to have enough eyes for us. I kept thinking I'd run into Sam or Dree, since both were former "Sprouts" as formers of the Garden are known, but I had to remind myself that this was a party for the eighteen-year-olds, and the two of them were already in their twenties. I was only there because I'd been invited. As to the "party" part of the party, there was dancing and eating and singing; the headmistress herself played bass guitar with a band containing a particularly attractive drummer and keyboarder. The girls went wild, and fun was had by all. Still, the night closed uneventfully, and those few of us who couldn't stay in the school barracks headed out to the horse stables for the ride home. The twins, despite my fears to the contrary, joined me. Fears, fears, and more fears. With my moments alone at the dance, I remembered my sister and the promise she made. Normally I don't worry about her problems, but I couldn't help but feel like _I_ was her problem. And that was unacceptable. The other part of my brain assured me that my sister was my sister, not my girlfriend, and that she'd take care of her own business, and that _my_ business was to attend to the two sexy young ladies that promised to take good care of me once we were alone. Speaking of alone, we pulled up to the Downtown stable, where those in town who got around on horseback left their mounts to go shopping. My blood was pulsing through my veins and through my cock, and the girls' hands were joined together in my lap, both rubbing me through my pants. My arms were around them and I got plenty of ass in my hands that night. When we got let out, we all stood around and chatted. I knew how it went; it would take some time for everyone to dissipate. Translation: The three of us sneaking unseen into the studio would take all night. Cindy was the first to disappear, looking for a bathroom. Sara was next, looking for her sister. With half an hour gone, I was pretty sure everyone had forgotten about them, and I casually made my way away from the crowd to slip inside the studio. The door was unlocked, but it locked itself up nice and tight when it closed around me. The small entry room was empty as ever besides the usual paintings and stairway, which I took. Up the stairs, I finally got somewhere. "Took you long enough," said a flushed Cindy, who was drinking out of a bottle of wine. "...Where's your sister?" I asked, almost too excited by what was about to happen to believe. "She's downstairs, taking a shower," she said plainly. Her own hair was wet and her makeup was gone, but she still wore her yellow dress and matching sandals. At this point I was feeling tedious: Did she really want me? She wasn't acting like it, but everything had gone according to schedule. My penis, standing around half-power, figured close enough. From downstairs, I heard water being shut off. I didn't notice it before, but it was a very welcome sound. Two minutes later, a very wet Sara stepped up, also back in her dress and sandals. Cindy's face lit up when she saw her, and she offered her the bottle. "So," Sara said after a healthy drink of red wine, "refresh my memory. _What_ is beef-boy doing here?" "He's the guy that volunteered to record us, remember?" "Oh, of course. How silly of me." Record? But duh, the bed was lined with tripods loaded with cameras. "Now, where were we?" Again, Sara was looking at Cindy, not me. The twins had a way of being the only people in a room as far as they were concerned. "I think I was on my knees in front of you," Cindy said matter-of-factly. "That's what I thought. Beef-boy, you know how to run a camera?" "Uhh... sure," I stuttered, rushing over. "Then get to it. Cindy, do you have anything to say to the camera before you begin?" Cindy was already pulling her twin's dress up like she had hours earlier. But to my surprise, she turned to me, saying, "Derrick, I'm sorry we were screwing with you, but it's tough for Sara and me, not dating or anything. If you want, you can tell everyone I'm your girlfriend, and we can make out and public and stuff. Is that cool?" "Plus, you get private shows," Sara added as she pulled her sister's face into her thigh. Cindy licked her there, and I admit it was difficult to turn them down. "I... I guess..." "Great. Cindy, as you were." I went ahead and pulled the camera off the tripod so I could get whatever angle I wanted. Cindy pulled Sara's dress up high enough that the bright yellow thong was out in the open, and she kissed every bit of skin that was showing. I moved in nice and close rather than just zoom in, but they both smiled at me rather than chase me off. From that distance I could hear her lips popping off that wet skin every time. "What do I do now?" Cindy asked sweetly. She was looking at me, not her sister. "You're asking me?" I huffed in disbelief. "Yeah. I want you to get your money's worth..." I had to think about that for a m... "Kiss her pussy." "Thank you." That appreciation came not from Sara, but from Cindy, whose lips latched themselves on to her yellow thong worn by her sister. "What will you girls do?" I asked hopefully. "Dude, just tell us, don't ask stupid questions," Sara grumbled. She was starting to sigh, and Cindy was having to hold her hands back from moving the thong out of her way. "Then I want you to to kiss," I said. Sure enough, Cindy smiled and got to her feet, and she wasted no time in kissing her sister again. They shared a few simple pecks, and I waited for things to get more interesting, but as far as kisses went, it was boring. I grunted. "What's wrong?" Sara asked. "Nothing, nothing," I said as fast as I could. "It's just, I thought you wanted to... you know..." "You told us to kiss, didn't you? Aren't we kissing?" "Yeah, but, you know, _deeper_." "Oh," she said in sudden understanding. "You mean like _this_?" And she held Cindy's face in her hands and plowed her mouth right open, digging deep with her tongue. "No no no," I interrupted again. "Not like that, more passionately." They backed it up a little bit, but all they did from there was wag their tongues together a little. It was pathetic to watch. "No, like this," I insinuated as I moved forward, but Sara blocked me. "Hands on the camera," she warned. "What are we doing wrong?" I recovered from her rebuff; I wasn't allowed to touch apparently, but it was still okay for me to direct the action. "Cindy, wet your finger," I instructed. Cindy held her hand up between her lips and |
her sister's, extended her finger, and stuck her tongue out to meet it. "Sara, you too. Her finger, not yours." My heart was pounding again; there was no way I was gonna get away with this. Sara's tongue poked out as well, and the two of them lovingly lathered Cindy's finger with their saliva. It then dipped into Sara's mouth, and Sara, bless her, began giving head to it. She then turned it into Cindy's mouth, who did the same. I was suddenly very upset that my cock was staying in my pants. "That's enough," I said after I got my concentration back. Both girls were cooing softly as they switched the finger between their two mouths. Cindy had taken to licking her finger as it slid between Sara's lips, but she pulled it out obediently and held it still in the air between their faces, waiting for further instructions. "Put it in her ass," I said, hardly allowing myself to breathe. Without so much as blinking, Cindy reached down her sister's backside, pulled up her dress, reached under her panties and made Sara moan. I got down with my camera, and I saw what must have been the most perfect back end in my sexual career. Not a hair in sight; two perfectly-shaped pussy lips with a hint of pink squeezed in between and an adorable little asshole the exact same shade of pink. I got the most perfect view of a slender little finger pressing up against that delicate circle, and little by little, it pushed its way in. The most delicious moan came from Sara's lips, making me abandon my post from her rear end to get her reaction from her face. "Wait right there," I said quickly, and I rushed up to flip one of the other cameras on. But why stop there? I turned the other two on as well, then I had the girls get onto the bed where all three cameras would be focused. Sara got in Cindy's lap, and I got one tripod camera focused on their faces and one on her ass with the third taking a more full view. "As you were, ladies," I instructed. The nifty cameras had each other's views, and it took me all of eight seconds to learn how to use the controls on the one I was holding to zoom in on Sara's ass and face simultaneously as Cindy's finger took its second trip inside. It was worth it. Sara's face was all gone over in heavy pleasure, and Cindy was overly-excited by the effect she was having. "Now let's try again," I said, my excitement growing all the time. "Sara, kiss your sister. I want you to lead." I especially liked calling them "sisters" with the cameras listening, as though it wasn't obvious enough that they were identical. Sara, her eyes heavy, now leaned forward with much more purpose, her hungry lips seeking out Cindy's. They met at last, and this time it was much slower, more purposeful. This was no longer silly posing for the camera, this was need. You could see the hair standing up on every exposed inch of Sara's skin and you could smell the arousal coming from her. Every breath she took was spent crying for her sister's lips. Their lips melded together in sweet little kisses or just got squished between two passionate mouths. Their tongues slid out on occasion to wet lips and whet appetites. Sara would moan on occasion, and Cindy would respond by kissing her more deeply or pushing her finger deeper inside her asshole. I wanted more than anything to help them, but I knew what the rules were. I wouldn't even touch myself; I needed both hands for the camera anyways. The fine sheen of shower water that covered Sara was slowly being replaced by a sweet sweat. I wanted to lean down and taste it, but I couldn't. But then, what was I in charge for? "Cindy," I said with my big-boy voice, "lick her once on the chest. Taste her sweat." Cindy broke the kiss at once to do what she was told, and just like I had envisioned, her tongue fell out of her mouth to slide, just once, along the length of Sara's exposed chest from the bottom of the neckline of her dress all the way up to her neck, and she kept on going, licking her up her face until her tongue fell again into her mouth. These two girls were amazing, the way they melded together. But even though I was sure they'd had experience together already, even they seemed surprised by the passion they were sharing at that moment. Sara soon began gasping, "Fuck me," in short breaths while making sure she didn't lose her grip on Cindy's lips. From the viewfinder on my hand-held, I could see one of the other cameras was capturing Cindy's fingers drifting dangerously close to Sara's pussy, which had soaked her panties. "Ignore her," I insisted, and happily, Cindy was still paying attention. She pulled her fingers away obediently. "Keep fingering her ass," I reminded. "In fact, stop kissing. Just look into her eyes while you finger her ass." She did, and the effect was instant. I knew right away that for whatever they'd done together before, they probably never took the time to just look each other in the eyes. It was one of the things I wished I could do in bed, but the magic always broke with every, "Hang on, I've gotta make a phone call," or whatever it was whichever girl I was in bed with had to say while I was trying to be romantic. The twins seemed perfectly enchanted with one- another, engaged in the simplest of sex acts, yet completely succumbing to the intensity of it. There was such longing in Sara's eyes, and in Cindy's was overpowering fascination. ********** I can still smell the smell of their sex. Some weeks passed, and Becky wouldn't talk to me. But oddly enough, she seemed to make sure I was in range to hear about her new boyfriend, who would be taking her to the Senior Ball at Cameron High a few days later. Cindy had invited me as per our official dating status, but I declined. "Please? We _really_ want you to go with us," she had begged rather unemotionally. I answered, "It's one thing for me to take the two of you when Sara's date drops out at the last minute, but I'm not taking you both to _another_ dance; it'd be too obvious." "We'll do something special for you," she'd continued. "You think that last one was good? That was nothing." My heart may have skipped a beat at that, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't be getting any; there'd just be another filming session. I _still_ haven't fucked Cindy yet, and my body was positively aching for her. I would be completely hard whenever I was around her, which was often. We boys could hardly meet up at the bar without her at least dropping in, her and her sister Salamandy. Sadie even started popping in, but she was just an annoyance. But Cindy was every bit the submissive girlfriend in public, always interested in what I had to say while shying away from conversation with other boys. She flirted disgustingly with any girl that came near me, including Sally, which only made Sally want to clear out. But when Sara was around, I was always treated to at least a few private minutes of them kissing and telling one- another exactly how they wanted to make love that night. I bet that if I had pressed it, I could've gotten Cindy into bed, but only just once, and I was enjoying the hope. The problem was that she genuinely didn't seem interested. Sara was alright at the time, not to say that she wasn't phenomenal in bed (or on the floor), but the two girls, their hearts just weren't in it. I knew fully well that they loved sex with each other, but not with anyone else that I (or anyone) knew of. It was almost as if they were exclusive to one-another, only they were both way too skilled with a dick for me to believe that. Back to Becky: She seemed in love with the idea of going to the Ball, and I couldn't help but feel happy for her, but I was so damned pissed off at the same time. And why shouldn't I be? I hardly ever got off any more, and that was just when I jerked mys... actually, I haven't done that in weeks, come to think of it. Not since the night I slept with Sara. Either way, Cindy put up with going with Sara, though I didn't see why they didn't want to include me in the first place except for me to make an appearance. Anyway, I was supposed to be dating one of them, not both. Then Becky, she still avoided me, but by the time the Ball rolls around, I'll bet I'll know more about her date than his own mother. The day of course rolled around. It was a Friday like usual, giving Becky little more than two hours to get ready between getting home from school and having to get on the train to the hotel in the next town up, where the dance would go on. She positively clamored her way through the house for that two hours, cramming every minute into some productive means of getting her makeup just perfect, but by the time her date rolled around, she was screaming in fits. "Bridezilla," I chuckled to myself. I had mostly locked myself in my bedroom as soon as I got home from my own class, and I was there when she had gotten back to get ready. She never knocked on the door or anything before she headed out, so I never came out. I'll admit I was curious as to what she looked like after spending so much time getting ready, but I'm sure there'd be pictures. Suddenly the idea of some prick from high school going _anywhere_ with my sister got me very upset, and I didn't care to make a scene. That was my sister's business, not mine. ***************** She wasn't home when I got back late Saturday night after classes and beer. Nor was she there the next morning, but Mom didn't seem the slightest bit put- off; I'm sure that wherever Becky was, she had cleared it with her. She was finally around Sunday evening after I got back from Bill's house and cards, where Bill had laughed us all out the door, our cash in his hand. The last sound we heard was Sadie purring up from behind him. "Bit late for only staying over one night," Ass-breath said as Becky came tuckered through the door. Like I do, she ignored him, as well as me, and headed straight up for bed after saying two useless words to our mother. Ass tried challenging her ability to leave without his permission, but she blew right through him yet again. Brave of her, but she was eighteen and nearly out of high school. She could leave in as little as a month if she wanted to. I took after her example and headed upstairs, but to my room rather than hers. I thought maybe she'd come talk to me as she sometimes did, but I got nothing. I just went to sleep, looking forward to another easy Monday of watching everyone else scramble for the first-of-the-week nonsense. *** Another month went by. I stopped going out as much, and I stopped getting as many offers of romantic beds. The other boys saw the change in me I think, but Bill said to Sam that I was acting too much like Dree. I was too spaced out to think about it. Cindy didn't seem to notice. With me not paying any attention to her, she didn't have to pay any to me, and she was free to conduct her business without putting on airs. She never mentioned what kind of time she had at the dance, and I didn't ask. That's for _real_ couples. I was fine to disappear in my studies, which suddenly seemed very lame, but classes dried up at the end of the season. I was looking forward to a relaxing summer to replace, but right in the thick of it I got swindled into going to Cameron High graduation. "What for?" I had complained. "Your sister's graduation, obviously," my mother said incredulously. I went, but there was nothing special going on. It seemed like I knew half the girls that graduated, I'd even fucked some of them, but it didn't hold any interest for me. Things didn't get any more interesting later on when we took a train three towns over to find a restaurant that had a table for four. While we sat around in wait, I did what I could to stay out of the conversation about "What're you gonna do about the future?" that Becky had to put up with from our mom and the other guy, just like I did years earlier. After waiting long enough, I excused myself to the bathroom. I have this thing where I like coming back to a table loaded with hot food and me with clean hands. When I stepped out the lavatory, Becky was there. Not using the restroom herself; she was waiting for me. "Hey," I said dumbly. Truth be told, we hadn't spoken in months. We were never best friends for life, but we had never gone so long without even saying "howdy" once every blue moon. I don't know when, but somewhere done the line I had become comfortable with it. "Why weren't you at the Ball?" she asked crossly. "Didn't feel like going," I said as dispassionately as I could. "Too busy off fucking your new girlfriend?" she accused. Hmm. "I don't think 'girlfriend' is the proper word for it." "Oh, right. That's my brother Derrick, the ladies' man. Too much man for just one girl, aren't you? But I'll admit, you had me fooled for a while. I thought you were going steady with this one." "Who?" I asked in all honest curiosity. "That blond whore, you idiot. Or was it even her you were with? Blow her off for her twin sister, did you?" "I don't know where you're getting these ideas from, but Cindy and I don't really..." "Ha!" she interrupted. "So it's true!" I shook my head in confusion. "I know it _seems_ like we're dating, but Cindy didn't really... we've never even fucked." "And Sara?" "Of course not! Well, yeah, that one time, but you were there, too." "I thought you liked me, you jerk!" Now I'm _really_ confused. "Well, yeah, you're my sister." "Is that really all? But don't even say anything; I know how you _really_ feel. You'd skip from me to the next girl without even telling her about us. You probably wouldn't even break up with your last girlfriend properly first. At least I know you for the liar that you are." I was getting pissed now. Grabbing her arm, I demanded, "Where the fuck are you getting these ideas? I know that one party we were at was a little crazy, but after that I never even..." "I know all about you and the twins, asshole! I know about the video!" " _What_ video?" "Don't play dumb; I know you ditched the party at the orphanage so you could fuck both of them at that art shop." Enough was enough. "I don't know who's been telling you what, but I never did anything like that." I walked away, leaving her behind. "She practically bragged about it!" she called after me, but she wasn't able to say anything else without attracting attention from the rest of the diners. As I hoped for, food was there waiting for me when I got back. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood. Becky was sat next to me, and she shunned any further conversation. It was only too obvious that we'd been fighting by the restrooms, but luckily enough no one wanted to make a scene about it. Mid-way through, Becky started looking less angry and more sad. I tried to avoid her eyes, but several minutes later, I felt her foot rubbing up against my leg. I passed her a casual glance, but her eyes were still sad and downcast. I tried to ignore her; she was somewhat famous for her moods. Still, to go so long without talking to me and then blow up only to turn around and play footsie with me in the space of an hour, it was a bit puzzling, even for her. Then I felt Becky's naked foot sneaking up my pant leg. Dammit, my cock got hard again. Some months without a woman and my sister finally warming up to me, I felt like I was gonna come in my pants. Good thing I was already tucked well into the table, because Becky didn't hold back. Every time she readjusted herself in her chair, her hand went to my lap for support, and I swear her fingertips lingered over my hard-on. Then I got to imagine her foot, pulled free of her strap-on heel she called a shoe. Her spiderweb tattoo and black toenails only made me want to give up staring at her breasts in favor of her feet, and I'm a man who likes a pair of breasts. As graduation was a big deal, she was wearing a dress almost worthy of a school dance, and her choice for that day was cut low enough to let her bra do some wonderful things for me to get distracted by as I tried to eat. And it seemed she noticed. Every time I would glance down her chest, she would rub against me more and find something she had to reach across the table for. Her beautifully-spun black hair would spill little by little out of its delicate, spindly nest and fall across her face here and there, complimenting her black makeup, though she had some color to her lips and eyes for the sake of being photographed in public. We were sat in a booth thing, so Becky had every opportunity to squeeze in tight next to me. Her leg rested across mine, and I could feel her dress pull up to her hips. When her plate was taken away and we started looking over the dessert menu, she pulled in even closer to me, hands under the table, so she could share mine. And with her hands under the table, nothing was stopping her hand from sliding across my thigh non-stop. Ordering dessert got us talking again, and in time it seemed as though Becky wasn't upset anymore, which was a good thing for old Derrick. She still wasn't talking to me, per se, but her hand finally pulled up high into my lap so her slow strokes moved only over my cock. Dessert went on like that; though we had our own dishes, Becky and I shared with one-another, still so tight together that there wasn't any room for our middle arms. Her left hand stayed on my cock the entire time, and my right arm was finally around her waist, feeling the hem of her dress. She only leaned further into me, still calmly petting my cock. With conversation sparked back up, we were well into some wine (all around for the occasion) well past dessert. My hand lingered hopefully on Becky's side, hoping for some kind of change, but when she gave me no support, I finally pulled her dress up past her hips and rested my hand on her bare bottom. Oh, the sweet, soft, feel of a woman's ass in my hand once more it had been waaay too long. And to go with it, Becky sighed into my shoulder, even turned in to me, turning her ass further out into my hand and tossing her far leg into my lap. Her ass was opened up to me, but I still didn't feel as brave as I wanted. But in a while, my clutches turned to wanderings, and I reached closer and closer to her center as she had with my cock, and finally my fingers fell upon the faintest whisper of a thong protecting her from me. Her fingers immediately squeezed around my cock, making me stop. I was a bit surprised, so I just held my ground, but I was afraid of her backing off. Shortly after, my braver half took over (she was still petting my cock under the table with her leg thrown across mine), so I began to pet her pussy over her thong. I shouldn't have worried; she began purring into me, undetectable by the two people sitting across from us. I felt moisture under my fingers, making me pull the thin scrap of cloth to the side and push an inch or two of finger inside her. "Ahh!" she gasped rather loudly. We drew some attention, but she recovered in a flash, "I just remembered! Remember that one dessert I said looked gross because I couldn't pronounce it? I remember what it was now! Can I have one?" Mom and her sack of shit glanced at each other, but Becky kept pushing the bill, "Come on, for graduation? Only one in a lifetime, right?" That did the job. They commemorated on the two of us getting along again, she could only smile awkwardly as I pushed two fingers farther up her pussy. The new dessert arrived on two plates for the four of us to enjoy. Becky's nose turned up at the sight of it, honestly disliking it, but I couldn't resist but mess with her. Having been fingering her for several minutes then, I pulled my fingers out, jabbed them into the cake, then thrust them into her mouth. Everyone was surprised, and Mom scolded me for my behavior in public, but it blew over. Neither of them knew how Becky's tongue swam around my fingers, pulling every bit of her own taste off even as she squinted in disgust at being picked on by her big brother and the nasty crêpe blend. When she playfully bit down on my fingers, forcing me to withdraw them, my fingers were sparkling clean, but still smelling of delicious cake, saliva, and sweet, sweet pussy. I put my arm back around her and she snuggled back into me, a perfect vision of sibling companionship. Only my hand trailed down my sibling's thigh to stop at her ass, and I didn't stop until my fingertips were placed back over her covered pussy. She left my cock alone from that point, using both her hands to eat the cake, but I still explored with my fingers. After I rubbed her pussy for a few more seconds, I drew my fingers back, shaking, to touch her somewhere else. Her eyes widened at once; I knew right away I had crossed the boundaries. No way would I get away with doing this in open public. But still, I rubbed her cute butthole in little circles under the strap of thong. Her ass froze in place contrary to how she had moved with me when my fingers were in her pussy. She gazed up into my eyes with those murderous, angelic blue eyes, set off so divinely by her otherwise dark features. She wasn't daring me to go on, nor to stop cold, nor even threatening my very life for my boldness; she was only questioning me with those eyes, questioning how her own big brother could do something so cheeky. I shrugged invisibly at her and pushed my finger up her asshole. I felt her grip down on me, resisting me. It only felt better with each passing moment as the blood of my forefinger was drained away, forced out by her tight grip. She didn't hump back at me, and my finger wasn't wet enough anymore to get any farther in, so I just held it there, feeling her anal ring with little flexes of my finger while she continued eating the cake that she had ordered special despite not liking it. She didn't dare cause a fuss, didn't dare try to stop me. And to think she could have just sat on my hand. When we got home, we all remained rather cordial for the few seconds of being inside. But I was quick to excuse myself upstairs, and just after shutting my bedroom door behind me I heard Becky's heeled feet clomping up after me. My bedroom door flew open without ceremony, and my sister charged up at me and slapped me across the face. Before I could so much as blink, she reached for me, grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me down so she could kiss me hard. Her other hand went straight down my pants go bring my cock back to life, that cock which had been taking a break from being hard all day long. Watching teenage girls graduate is hard work. Her girlish legs were clinging to mine, free of shoes or socks. One wrapped around my thigh to compliment her hand warming its way down to my rear end, and the other snuck in between my legs, inching closer to my groin. Just as soon as my dick got as hard as could be, she slammed her knee up between my legs, not even letting go of me. As I crumpled to the floor in abject pain, she disappeared off to her own room. "Huh," I said to myself in my own head; I was in too much pain to speak out- loud. Suffice to say, Becky was behaving very strangely. I gathered myself up, got undressed, and found something much more suitable in my comfy sweats. So dressed, I went next door and let myself in, just like Becky did. I was ready to let her have it, being quite put-off for not just tonight, but for the past several months. But instead, my will broke when I saw her curled into a ball on her bed, crying her eyes out. She hadn't even taken off her shoes. "Becky? You alright?" I asked rather sweetly despite my recent pain. She didn't respond, but I sat down on the bed anyway and rested a hand on her shoulder. That lasted for a few minutes. I got over waiting for her, so I turned her to face me. "If I did anything, I honestly didn't mean to..." "I hate you!" she said in a surprise turnaround. She began beating her tiny fists against my chest, but I caught them both, as we men do, and I reached for some nearby tissue to wipe the tears out of her face. She resisted, but I was firm. I ended up going through a few tissues since she was rather well- hidden behind some heavy makeup that was turning her face blacker with every stroke of tissue, but a steady supply of tears from her gorgeous eyes allowed me to finish the job. With that job finished, I looked upon her face. The entire package, really. She was beautiful, my sister; there was no denying it. Her dress was black according to the school color, so was the delicious bra I couldn't comprehend her needing for a night out with her family. Not only that, but her makeup was rather unnecessary as well. But that was my sister, always dressed up. Her face, despite bearing her makeup well, looked exceptional while unfettered. It was a shame she hardly ever went without it. Wanting her to feel loved, I leaned in to kiss her forehead. Her skin burned me, and I didn't want to pull away. But pull away I did, only to pull her close to me when she collapsed into my arms with further sobs. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." On and on it went. She unburied her face from my chest long enough to kiss me on the chin, and she was gone again, getting tears on my rather ungamely nightshirt. "I'm sorry," she said yet again, giving me a kiss on the cheek this time. When her third kiss came, it was aimed at my lips, and I was ready for her. Her hand had encircled my neck to pull me to her, and I was only too anxious to feast upon her sweet lips once more. Of all the girls I've kissed, I loved kissing her the most. She was so quiet that I was extra-sensitive to the sensations of her tongue teasing mine and her hands gripping me tightly. Many girls I had been with had been stiff-tongued or stiff-lipped, others were too wet and too anxious. Some girls didn't even go for kissing in the first place, and that type was most common after I got out of high school. But Becky, she was good. It was so much fun kissing her, time seemed to fly by. ...And then stop. I was enjoying myself way too much, I forgot I was supposed to be comforting her. When she backed away from me and licked her lips, the mood sobered back up, and I remembered how I was supposed to behave. I put a comforting hand on her shoulder, naked but for the spaghetti straps that held her dress and bra in place, and I gazed at her warmly. Becky, she didn't know where to look or what to do. I think she may have muttered "I'm sorry" a few more times, but at least she had stopped crying. We were like that for a few minutes, not frozen in space, but neither knowing what to do. Me, I couldn't help but want to kiss more. Part of me hoped she wanted it to. She had already kissed me once; I figured it was my turn, so that's what I did. Immediately, the warm feelings returned. I positively adored kissing her, and she seemed just as enthusiastic as I was. I coaxed her tongue out faster this time around, and I tried to ply extra-deep with our kiss, but she backed off, giving me only a few feathery kisses. I stopped pushing, and she returned to a semi-deep kiss at once, one where she'd be able to keep teasing my tongue. My sister was a natural, and I'd wasted my mature life kissing girls who weren't worth the sweat on Becky's toes. She was very relaxed in our kiss. I'm used to hands going all over the place, but hers were still, prompting mine to behave themselves as well. Since we weren't doing the "deep-and-shallow" kiss, our heads stayed locked firmly in place except for the occasional moment when we'd switch sides for a better angle or when she would back off, only letting me reach her lips, and only just. My hand was rubbing her shoulder quite suggestively, and in time, my needs outranked my discipline, forcing my hand down her chest to clutch her breast. She gasped, and I weighed the soft flesh in my hand. I didn't want to distract either of us from our kissing, so I just held onto her breast like I had held her ass earlier that night. It indeed felt wonderful the way it fit so perfectly in my hand. And Becky began breathing more heavily to boot, and she let her own hand slide down from my neck to my chest, with her other feeling my thigh like earlier. Her hands warmed up to my body rather quickly, and soon kissing was no longer enough. Slowly, deliberately, my hand grasped more tightly around her breast, my fingers closing together and drawing away until I had nothing but her firm nipple between my fingertips. I squeezed down on it gently, and I was rewarded with a more punctuated gasp from her sweet lips. I kissed instead her neck, continuing to pinch her nipple. My lips made slow progress down her neck, staying only long enough to draw more gasps from her. Every time she sucked in air, I squeezed gently on her nipple again. When I got to her shoulder, I again clutched at her breast. My lips traveled further down her shoulder to meet her straps, which I pointedly pushed out of my way so that my lips could reach her arm unfettered. With my other hand holding her breast ever so gently, I swept up with my thumb, catching her other straps, and they fell to the side as well. I could feel both of her hands reaching for my dick as my kisses zeroed in on her chest, and she gripped my staff hard when I sucked in the fat of her breast sticking out of her dress. I pulled my hands away, allowing her dress to fall. I pushed her bra down with it, letting her breasts fall free, and no sooner did her sweet, dark nipples appear than I had caught one in my mouth. Her lips automatically fastened themselves to my ear, and one of her hands slid down my sweats while the other clawed at my waistband. My cock was out, and I was pushed out of her way. Her lips were closer... closer... I could feel her hot breath, and then something moist touching the very tip... "Is everything alright in... what's going on?" In the very moment of hearing our mother's voice, I flipped the closest blanket in reach over Becky's body as I spun my head around. Thankfully, Mom was only just peeking around the corner, too late to see anything incriminating. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, speaking for Becky, who, I imagine, must have been freaking out at (as far as she knew) getting caught and hoping everything would end in something other than her total demise. "I thought I heard Becky crying from downstairs, but I wanted to give her a little time to..." "I got there first; sorry, Mom," I said easily. "Just the stress of the day kicking in, you know." I wanted to get her out of there as fast as possible. "Becky? You alright in there?" "Yeah, Mom," Becky managed to squeak out. My unearthed cock was still inches from her face, uncovered by the blanket. If our mother was to get in our faces, there'd be no hiding it. "Thanks for dinner." I don't know how she did it, but she sounded normal. Mom seemed satisfied, and she walked off with no further incident. I wanted to leap up and shut the door after her, but no way would I get away with it. "Becky? You okay?" I asked. Hopefully the intrusion didn't kill her mood. "I'm sorry, Derrick..." Fuck. "...But we can't do this. Not now." "But..." I don't like to argue with women, but dammic, I thought we were finally making headway. "It's too dangerous tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?" Fuck. |
Mike walked through the quiet woods. Night was falling and he knew without even looking at his compass that he was completely lost. "Great," he said to himself as he came across the same log for the third time in a row. Sitting down on the log, he ran his fingers through his graying, strawberry blonde hair. At 42, he felt he had lived a good life. He married young, had a couple of kids, then had a midlife crisis and informed his wife that he was gay. He knew that Mark, his lover, would wonder where he was if he didn't come home, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. He had come out to the woods behind his house numerous times and never gotten lost. He didn't understand how he could have gotten lost now. He stood suddenly when he heard a rustling in the bushes to his right. "Who's there?" he called out into the shadows. He tensed his 5'10" and 160lb frame and then laughed when a rabbit came bounding out from the trees. "Well hello little one," he said as the rabbit bounded away. He sat back down on the log, trying to get his bearings, when he heard another sound. Again he stood up. This was no rabbit, the footfalls were too loud. "Who's there?" he called, trying to see into the darkness. When the beast stepped into the clearing, Mike gasped. He had heard of centaurs, but he had never seen one. The one before him was gorgeous even to his human eyes. It had a dark brown horse's body, but with the head and chest of a Caucasian man with ice blue eyes and blondish red hair. He carried a crossbow in his hands and the arrow was pointed straight at Mike's heart. "What business do you have in my forest, human?" the centaur asked, his voice deep. "Y-your forest?" Mike asked his heart beating forcefully in his chest. "This forest lies behind my house. I have lived here for over 10 years. This is not your forest, it is mine." The centaur looked him over then brought his eyes back to the face of the man in front of him. "I disagree human. I have lived in this forest for over 100 years. I have never seen you here before." He brought the bow taut. "You are trespassing on my land. You must pay the toll or I will kill you." Mike swallowed hard. Over a hundred years? That couldn't be right. How had he never seen this centaur before? His eyes traveled over the bare chest, down over the horses legs, and then back up to the centaur's eyes. "What is the toll?" The centaur smiled broadly as he felt his cock start to lower from his sheath. At least 11 inches long and 3 1/2 inches in diameter. It had been over 20 years since he had fucked a human and this one looked ripe for the taking. "Hm...Well, I do enjoy fucking humans." Mike's eyes widened as he looked at the centaur. He let his eyes drift down between the horses legs and gasped as he saw the centaurs cock slither towards the ground. "I...that is..." The centaur moved slowly towards him. "Would you rather I fuck you human? Or would you rather die?" Mike licked his dry lips. "You can fuck me," he said his eyes locked on the centaur's cock. The centaur smiled as he put his crossbow over his shoulder and continued towards Mike. Mike stood motionless with fear as the centaur approached. "What is your name, human?" he asked as he stopped in front of Mike and placed his arms on Mike's shoulders. Mike lifted his eyes to meet the centaur's. "Mike, my name is Mike." "Mike..." The centaur liked how the name rolled off his tongue. "If you please me, Mike, I will let you live. I will bring you back to my camp and you can be my sex slave." Mike's eyes widened. "You aren't going to let me go either way are you?" The centaur smiled. "We'll see. My name is Hanson. Now Mike, on your knees." He pushed against Mike's shoulders as he reared up on his hind legs. Mike shivered in fear and excitement as he was forced to his knees. Hanson moved him backwards on his knees until he felt a tree brush up against his back. Mike looked up to look into Hanson's eyes and saw his front legs pressing against the trunk of the tree. "Suck on my cock, Mike," Hanson commanded huskily. Mike swallowed hard as he looked at the cock pointing straight at him from in between Hanson's legs. Reaching out slowly, he grasped the centaur's hard cock. "I don't think I can get it in my mouth." Mike said softly as he stroked Hanson's cock. Hanson smirked as he bucked his hips forward, burying part of his cock between Mike's lips. "I said suck my cock, human." Mike gagged on the hard flesh as Hanson tried to push his meat down Mike's throat. Mike breathed heavily through his nose, running his tongue lightly over the hard flesh between his lips. He made sure not to bite Hanson, as the horse's hooves were right above his head. "Mmmmmmm, yes, that feels good." Hanson moaned, closing his eyes as he felt Mike's tongue work over him. "Suck me good Mike. Yes, oh yes." He slowly bucked his hips back and forth fucking his cock far into Mike's already stretched mouth. "Mmmmmmmph..." Mike grunted, feeling Hanson's cockhead pushing against the entrance to his throat. He tried to relax his muscles and almost gagged, when Hanson's cockhead pressed down into his throat. "Fuck, Agh, oh yes." Hanson cried, furiously fucking himself against Mike's face and enjoying the feel of Mike's throat squeezing his cock. "Deep throat me, human." Hanson reared his front legs further up the tree and Mike cowered, afraid he would get hit. Hanson kept his cock moving in and out of Mike's mouth as Mike tried hard to breath through his nose. Mike felt his own cock throbbing painfully in his jeans and reached down to open them. Hanson saw Mike's hands working at his zipper and smiled. Reluctantly, he pulled away as Mike opened his pants. He lowered his front legs to the ground. "You have a nice piece, human," Hanson said, eyeing Mike's cock appreciatively. Mike smiled, pleased by the compliment. He had always been happy with his larger than average sized cock. It was 9 inches long and almost 2 1/2 inches in diameter and it kept his lover, Mark, purring when Mike fucked him up the ass. "Stand up, human." Hanson ordered, pulling Mike up by his arms. Mike shivered, excitement and fear battling within him again, as he was pushed roughly back against the tree. He watched as Hanson moved slowly towards him, and then lowered his head until he was even with Mike's hard cock. "You look good enough to eat, human," Hanson purred, right before he took all of Mike's hard cock deep in his mouth. "Oh, ugh..." Mike groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Hanson's mouth bob up and down over him. "Oh god, that feels so good." He dug his fingers into the bark of the tree as he bucked his hips forward. When he felt his cock penetrate Hanson's throat, he let out a strangled cry, his cock now leaking precum. "Oh yes, eat my cock," he moaned slamming his hips forward against the centaur's willing face. Hanson sucked on him for a minute or two, letting his tongue drift all over the sensitive flesh. He was enjoying the cock in his mouth when he felt a tingle in his asshole. It had been a while since the centaur had been fucked up the ass and for some reason the thought of this human fucking him made his cock grow even harder. He savored Mike for another minute, and then slowly pulled away. "I want you to fuck me human," he panted looking into Mike's glazed-over eyes. "Fuck...Fuck you?" Mike asked, in awe. Hanson smiled at him. "Yes, I want you to fuck me with this gorgeous piece of meat you have between your legs." He grasped Mike's cock and squeezed it lightly as he kissed Mike gently on the lips. Mike moaned against Hanson's mouth, and then smiled in pleasure when the centaur pulled away. "I would love to." Hanson moved so he was in the middle of the clearing and lowered his body until his ass was sticking up in the air at just the right height for Mike. He moved his tail out of the way and Mike saw a perfect puckered asshole. "Cum fuck me, human," Hanson begged swishing his tail back and forth. Mike didn't need any encouragement. He quickly moved up behind Hanson and grasped his horse's hips. He positioned his cock against Hanson's ass. "Do I need to lube you up first?" Hanson's only reply was to buck his hips backwards, burying half of Mike's cock into his willing hole. "Mmmmmmm, Yesssssssss..." Hanson mewled, closing his eyes as he felt his ass stretched by Mike's cock. "Mmmmmmm, you are so tight," Mike moaned as he pushed his hips forward and buried his cock completely up Hanson's ass. He held himself still for a moment, feeling Hanson's muscles contract around him. "Fuck me," Hanson ordered, wiggling his butt slightly as he tightened his muscles. Mike held onto Hanson's hips as he slowly withdrew out to the head. Hanson moaned as he felt Mike leave him, and then squealed in pleasure when Mike suddenly impaled him forcefully. "Fuck, oh god, Agh, yes, fuck me." He bucked backwards against Mike, just as Mike started vigorously pounding into him. Mike's breathing became labored as he felt his cock enveloped by Hanson's tight ass. "Oh, Agh, ugh, so good," he panted, as he pounded furiously into the centaur before him. "Fuck me, oh fuck me. I'm going to cum," Hanson cried out. Mike hadn't realized that Hanson was stroking his own cock as he pounded into him. "Cum for me," he chanted as he moved his hips even faster until his cock was a blur as it flew in and out of the centaur's ass. "Cum for me while I pound the shit out of you." "Yes, oh yes." Hanson bellowed as his hand flew over his cock. "Fuck me, I'm cummmmiinnnngggg..." Mike watched in awe as Hanson squirted glob after glob of hot, steamy cum all over the ground. "Fuck, oh god." Mike screamed, feeling Hanson's ass tighten almost painfully around his thrusting cock. "I can't hold it." "Yes, cum in me." Hanson moaned as he continued to milk his own cock. He squealed in joy as he felt Mike let loose inside him. "Yes, oh yes." "I'm cummminggg..." Mike shouted as he buried himself to the hilt and his balls exploded. After a mintue, Mike collapsed back against the ground. "Oh god, that was fantastic," he panted, glancing at his shriveled cock resting against his jeans. He looked up and watched his cum slither out of Hanson's well fucked ass. Hanson slowly pulled himself to his feet, and then turned to look at Mike. "Thank you, Mike, it has been a long time since I had a fuck that good." Mike smiled at him. "You're welcome. Will you let me go now?" Hanson's eyes darkened. "No, not yet. I told you I would fuck you and I still plan to." It was then that Mike saw that Hanson's cock was still rock hard even after the cum he had just unleashed. "You'll kill me with that thing," Mike whimpered, moving slowly backwards on his butt. Hanson smiled at him. "No, you will enjoy it." He reached out and grasped Mike tightly around the waist as the man turned over onto his stomach and tried to get to his feet. "No, please," Mike cried as he felt his feet leave the ground as the centaur carried him over to the log he had been sitting on before. When they reached the log, Hanson threw him down onto his stomach. Mike had the wind knocked out of him for a second before he cringed when he heard the back of his pants being ripped away from his body. "Please..." Mike begged while Hanson's hands spread open his ass-cheeks. "Relax, human, you will enjoy it," Hanson said softly as he once again lowered his head. Mike closed his eyes in fear, and then opened them wide, moaning as he felt Hanson's tongue brush against his hole. "Oh, oh yes," he groaned as he felt Hanson lightly licking at him. When he felt Hanson's tongue slither inside him, he cried out and bucked backwards. "Oh god, yes," he panted as the centaur slowly licked him. "Tongue my ass." Hanson slowly pushed his tongue deep into Mike's ass, making the man squirm with pleasure. He could hear Mike's cries and pants and knew it wouldn't be long before he was sinking his cock deep into this human's hot ass. He worked his tongue in as far as he could, then slowly withdrew it and replaced it with two fingers. Mike whimpered a bit in pain but Hanson ignored him. He was intent on his task. He stretched Mike's hole as best he could, then slowly worked a third and finally a fourth finger inside the other man. "Oh god, that hurts. Stop." Mike screamed digging at the log on which he was lying. He tried to pull out of Hanson's grasp, but the centaur held him immobile. "Relax, human," Hanson murmured as he worked his fingers faster. "It will be fine." Tears streamed down Mike's face as he felt Hanson's fingers driving far and fast inside him. "Please," he begged. Hanson pulled his fingers out and placed the head of his cock against Mike's puckered entrance. "Relax," Hanson said softly as he started to push forward. Mike tried to keep his body relaxed but couldn't hold back the scream of pain when Hanson thrust into him. He felt like his ass was being ripped out from the inside out. "Oh god, you're killing me," he screamed, clawing furiously at the log. "Relax," Hanson ordered holding on tightly to Mike's back as he continued to slowly penetrate him. He pushed until half his cock was buried inside Mike. Mike pressed his face against the log as tears continued to stream down his cheeks. "Please, you are ripping me apart," he cried as pain wracked through his stuffed hole. Hanson held himself still, buried inside Mike, as he reached between the other mans legs and grasped his cock. "Calm yourself, human," he said softly as he slowly stroked Mike's cock. "It will be okay." Mike felt Hanson's hand on him and moaned even though his ass still felt like it was on fire. Slowly the pain decreased until it was just a dull throbbing, but his cock was rock hard as the centaur continued to slowly stroke him. "Oh, ugh," he panted as he tentatively pushed back with his hips. Hanson smiled as he watched more of his cock slide into Mike. "Yes, that is it," he whispered, keeping his hand working slowly on Mike's cock as he pushed forward with his hips once again. There was a bit of pain when Hanson pushed into him again, but mainly, Mike just felt full. "Oh, ugh..." he grunted as he felt himself once again being impaled. Hanson buried himself completely in Mike, and then held himself still. "Are you ready, human?" Hanson asked, squeezing Mike's hard cock. Mike laughed bitterly. "As ready as I will ever be." Hanson stroked Mike slowly as began to withdraw inch by inch. Mike winced as he felt his muscles pulling at the hard cock. When Hanson was out to the head, Mike felt him slowly push back in. This time there was no pain, only the feeling of fullness. "Oh god, fuck me," Mike said weakly, enjoying Hanson's slow thrusts. Hanson smiled and took his hand off of Mike's cock, placing his hands on the human's hips. "Your wish is my command." He buried himself inside Mike completely, and then forcefully pulled out before slamming forward once more. It wasn't long before both human and centaur were moaning loudly, the forest full of the sounds of pounding flesh hitting against flesh. "Fuck me, oh god, it feels so good," Mike panted as he pushed his upper body up with his hands while he slammed his ass back against Hanson's powerful thrusts. "So good," Hanson agreed, closing his eyes as he tore into Mike's ass like a torpedo. "I love your ass, human. It is so tight. I want you to cum for me human. I can't hold back much longer and I need to feel you tighten around me." Mike was panting like crazy. His cock was flopping up against his stomach with each vigorous jab from Hanson. "Fuck me, oh fuck me," he panted, hanging his head as he rammed his ass back against Hanson. "I'm cummmmiinnnngggg..." Hanson howled as he felt Mike's ass tighten around him. "Yes, cum for me. Tighten around me. Take me deep inside you," he cried as he buried himself completely and let go. Mike screamed in pleasure and surprise as he felt his insides coated with the centaur's cum. "Cum in me, oh fuck cum in me," Mike roared even as his hand moved to his cock and finished milking it. After they had recovered slightly, Hanson pulled away. By this time his cock had slithered back up into its sheath. "Oh yes, human. You would make a good sex slave," he panted as he looked at his cum dripping out of Mike's well- fucked hole. Mike looked over his shoulder. "Please, let me go." Hanson smiled. "You may go. Just come back soon, I loved having your ass." Mike agreed, and then sat watching as Hanson slipped back into the trees. Mike felt Hanson's cum sliding out of his ass and gingerly stood up. He fixed his pants the best he could, then slowly made his way back home. When he emerged from the forest and found the back of his house, he decided right then and there, that he would never venture into those woods again. THE END Hastings cursed as he viewed the Literoticum's "Survivor Contest ScoreCards" list. He was number 10 on the list. TENTH PLACE! After all his hard work, the sleepless nights he stayed awake, working on his stories; writing, rewriting, perfecting, and nurturing them as you would a small child. He knew 10th place was nothing to be ashamed of, but he also knew he was the best. This year would be especially hard. Hastings had entered the Survivor Contest for the last 5 years but it was always the same thing. Close, but not close enough! Each time others beat him out of placing at the last moment by submitting dozens of stories at once. He had vowed not this year and he had been carefully watching the score card since the beginning. But unfortunately his job had made unexpected demands on his time given the economy. He had submitted enough of his stories to remain in the top ten. He had dozens of more for submitting at the last moment; he had learned to play that game. But it was not going to be enough to take out the leaders this year. Wife2hotblk, Boxlicker, Bakeboss, Familyguy and the others were just too far ahead. But desperate times called for desperate measures. "Sure," he thought to himself, "they're ok, but not even in the same league as his. I'll show them, I'll show each and every one of them, who the greatest survivor writer, really is!" He had sent emails to the editors of the website. Explaining why he should be in first place. At first they assured him that the point system decided the winners, not the editors, but soon they tired of his persistent complaining and stopped answering his letters all together. He wrote letters to the other writers and entered into forums, commenting on the injustice and the flaws in the system, but he was either ignored or publically ridiculed about his comments. "Get a life, loser" or "You are in the top ten, live with it!" or "Man, are you paranoid!" "Ignore me, laugh at me, and call me paranoid!" Hastings thought. "How dare they? I will take care of those other mediocre survivor writers. They are all in this together the editors, the Literoticum board of directors and their buddy buddy writer friends. I'll get them, those other writers who stole my first place!" His mind continued to dwell on the solution. The question was not should he, or even when should he, kill them. The question was how he would exact his revenge on those conniving authors who had bribed their way and manipulated the system to get to the top of the Literoticum's "Survivor ScoreCard" list. "Yes!" He though. "I will take care of them, but each one had to be eliminated just right. After all, I am a poet, and poetic justice requires some careful thought." As the Wicked Witch of West once said, "These things must be done carefully!" That was a few weeks ago and he had already taken care of some of the authors. The question was who's next? He decided his next victim would be a writer who went by the name of "Familyguy". Most of his stories involved incest themes. A real sicko! So, he likes incest huh! I'll give him incest!" Hasting thought to himself. "So Familyguy, you are next!" he thought. He carefully planned his strategy. Step 1-Win Familyguy's confidence. Step 2- Set up a meeting. Step 3- Eliminate Familyguy! He started sending emails to Familyguy using a different a different email address and name, telling him that he was a publisher named Bill Presel who admired his writing and wanted to meet with him to talk about possibly publishing a collection of his stories. It worked! Familyguy or Buck, as Hasting came to know him by, was completely taken in and very flattered that someone whould be interested enough to want to publish a book of his stories. They agreed to meet at a local coffee shop to discuss, publishing his work. Hastings had carefully planned everything. The meeting place, the knock-out drops, the rope to tie him up, and the gag to keep him from crying out, everything was carefully thought out. As they sat and discussed Buck's future, Hasting was quite cordial and attentive, promising him fame and fortune. Then, while Buck excused himself to use the restroom, Hasting, taking advantage of the moment, slipped the downers into his coffee. About thirty minutes after Buck had returned and had finished his coffee, he started to feel very dizzy. Hasting, showing concern for his new found friend, offered to help him to his car so he could lie down for a minute and recover. As soon as they were outside the coffee shop, Buck blacked out. Hastings removed Buck's keys from his pocket and hit the auto door lock on the keychain. Buck's car beeped, giving away its location and Hastings quickly carried him to the car and tied and gagged him. He looked in Buck's wallet and obtained his address. He then drove him in Buck's car to his apartment. He went up to the apartment door and rang the bell several times. No answer. "Good," he thought. "No one's here!" He then carried an unconscious Buck into his apartment and laid him on the couch. Buck started to come to and saw he was home. He was bound, gagged and completely helpless. He looked at his captor with frightened eye that said "Why?" Hasting smiled at his victim and said, "I'll bet you are wondering why I am doing this, you amateurish piece of shit. Well, I'll tell you why. You might as well know why you are going to die. You see, I am very familiar with the crap you call writing, especially that one story, "Mom and Sis Get Fucked", and while a few parts have some merit, it does not compare with my stories. Yet you somehow convinced all your buddies at Literoticum that yours were the better stories and somehow they took precedence over mine! I know all about your little group of elite VIPs. How you all get together and fix it so none of us outsiders have a chance of winning! Well it's time to pay the piper Mr. Familyguy. Time for you and your corrupt friends to pay for your evil ways! " Buck looked at Hastings realizing this man was insane and quite serious, but due to the gag, could not reply. Hastings continued. "You are going to take an overdose of sleeping pills. You see, although your story was fiction, your feelings toward your own mother and sister are not. You are going to kill yourself, because you can no longer stand the guilt of wanting to really fuck your real life mother and sister. At least that is what you will say in your suicide note. Then after taking the rest of the sleeping pills you will quietly slip away into oblivion where you belong. Hastings then produced a paper and pencil from Buck's desk and loosened Buck's restrained wrist enough for Buck to write the note. He informed Buck that if he did not cooperate, he would be castrated and fed his own genitals. He also was told that his mother and sister's lives depended on Buck doing as he was told. Buck reluctantly wrote the words Hastings dictated. "Dear Mother and Sister", he wrote, "I can no longer stand the thoughts that keep running through my mind, about wanted you both sexually. I know it is wrong but I can't help it. I tried to exorcize these feeling through my writings, but it didn't work. I only became more obsessed with wanting you both! Please forgive me, Buck." Hastings then pinched Buck's nose forcing him to open his mouth and drink the rest of the sleeping pills which were already premixed in a glass of water. Buck felt his tears, running down his cheeks. He knew he was a dead man. Hastings waited patiently, explaining to the dying writer exactly what he didn't like about his work, adding insult to injury. Then Buck's vision became blurry and slowly all respirations ceased. Hasting checked his pulse to make sure he was dead, and untied him, removed the gag, and placed the suicide note in his hands along with copies of his incest stories, which he found in a file, and scattered them around the dead author. He carefully wiped all possible fingerprints away and left. He headed, a few blocks away, to a liquor store, whistling while he walked and called a cab which he took back to his car. "I feel better already!" He thought. "How fitting! The incest writer dies of his own feelings of guilt about incest. Perfect! Let's see, who's next?" He couldn't stop smiling as he drove home. Another day, another author. "Sire, Vrallenrock has finally fallen under the onslaught of the Eveldraken armies, Predonia is now the last kingdom of the alliance, Predonia now stands alone." The travel weary soldier reported to the king of Predonia with despair and anguish in his eyes. The king looked down upon one of the few survivors of the Vrallenrock army with pity and sympathy. This soldier must have been traveling for weeks, his family and friends had been either enslaved or slaughtered and his home, which he had probably lived in his entire life, had been either torched or was being used for housing Eveldraken's vast armies. His kingdom had been conquered and now he had nothing. What was he meant to do? His father had been killed in the opening days of the war -- when Eveldrake first attacked the Alliance of Unified Kingdoms; no-one knew the threat they posed, we just assumed they were a barbaric ill-trained rabble come to loot and pillage a few towns, not the efficient killing machine that we now know they are. Anyway, he had to forget about his father...it would just bring more pain, he had to focus on the here and now. Perhaps he should just surrender...surely they could never defeat this threat, not after it had taken all allies and left Predonia alone? No! He couldn't let them go unpunished -- they would pay for their crimes, no matter what. "You have my thanks and my condolences," Said the king, without letting his emotions be seen. "You have honoured yourself and Vrallenrock by coming here and warning me, I shall make sure you have accommodation and that Vrallenrock's heroic courage shall not go in vain. Now please go and get your wounds seen to and return with a full report in the morning." "Thank you, my lord." The soldier bowed and then slowly walked out of the throne room. "My king, this is grave news indeed. Vrallenrock was one of the founders of the Alliance, and also one of the most powerful. For them to have fallen so easily speaks much of our foes, I fear that victory may not be attainable any longer." As he said these words he already knew that the king most probably knew this, but he had to confirm his own beliefs with that of the king, and share his doubts -- after all the king was his best friend, they had been together since they were children and had been through a lot of hardships together, he was now the general of Predonia's armies, and his best friend was now his king. Heh, Kelneth and Rallek, a real life prince and the pauper story! "Kelneth, I know that better than anyone, but you know as well as I do that we can never let those bastards win. They must never set foot inside our kingdom. We must let them know that the proud warriors and people of Predonia shall not so easily let trespassers violate our lands." "Yes sire, so shall I set the soldiers on high alert?" "No, I think that as the last kingdom Eveldrake knows that we pose little to no threat -- I am almost certain they shall take their time in attacking us...they will probably restore their forces to full power and fully occupy Vrallenrock before they try anything. We must use that time to our advantage, set up more outposts and scout groups so we know if and when they do go on the move. Oh, and please stop addressing me as your king, we have been friends for a long time -- you know my name." "Well, I figure it took me so long to get used to calling you by title that it's become ingrained in my mind, I'll try to call you by name in private, Rallek. I'll tell the Scout Master to send out extra squads and I'll make sure the soldiers are on stand-by anyway." "Thank you, Kelneth, now please leave me to think over what's happened and to think about the preparations necessary." Rallek watched his best friend leave and wondered once again if Predonia would have what it took to hold off the invaders -- let alone drive them back to where they came from. He went to his bedroom and started making plans for the upcoming battles -- he had just finished rations and was going onto garrison listings when sleep finally embraced him in its sweet delights and the last thing he thought before he went into deep slumber was this... We need a hero... Five Years Later "Hey! You! Come back here! Thief!! Someone catch him, he's a thief!!" They tried catching him but he was far too fast, he kicked a mans legs out as he tried to grab him and then quickly gave another a left hook to the stomach which winded him, then carried on running through the side streets of Predonia's capital city Travenia, until he finally reached his hideout. He checked to see if anyone was looking and then dived into a small hole in an abandoned building, which no-one would've noticed unless they'd been looking. He was greeted with a shout of recognition and as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness he saw his childhood friend Valiana sitting in the corner examining something. "Hey, Valiana, what's that?" The thief asked curiously. "It's a jewel of some kind...I took it from an Eveldrake scout that I saw in the woods, I waited till he went out hunting before I went in and grabbed it, too bad, serves him right for trespassing into Predonia!" He noted her beautiful long dark brown hair as it swayed along with her body as she got up and walked towards him. "How about you Arawin, find anything interesting?" She asked the thief questioningly. "Just food, you know you're the one that gets all the good stuff!" They both laughed and then Valiana started to inspect the food. "Sooo...lemme see here, you have fruit...bread...and a sword? What's with the sword? Are you planning something without me?" "Nah, of course not, it's just what with Predonia being at war, I just thought I might get some practice in before the real fight starts...anyways, I think the food should last us a week or two, you should've seen the woman that I stole 'em from! She was chasing me for about fifteen minutes!" He said proudly. "Don't worry Arawin, even if the real fight starts I'll protect you!" She stuck her tongue out at him as she said it. "Hahahaha, you probably will!" He laughed. "But seriously...I think I do need to learn how to fight, properly, you know...I'm thinking about joining the Predonian army, it pays quite good, and you get free food and a bed to sleep in." He had thought about it before now and decided this was a good a time as any to voice his concerns. "Are you kidding? We're only 15, we can't join the army, and I say 'we' because I know that I can't leave you alone to fend for yourself, who knows what trouble you'd get into!" "Very funny, Valiana, and besides, with the situation being what it is, they'll accept anyone into the army right now....and...I...I want to avenge my parents death...they were brave enough to go to Vrallenrock and help...I want to follow in their footsteps and fight those Eveldraken scum!" He nearly choked as the memory of his parents seeped over him. "It's okay, Arawin, if you're so dead set on joining the army, you know I'll go along with you, just don't do anything you'll regret, ok?" "Thanks Valiana, I really do want to join the army and I'm glad you'll be there with me, you're the best fighter I know, apart from me!" This time it was his turn to stick his tongue out at her. She lit the small fire in the stone fireplace and it instantly lit the room up. She saw the raw excitement in his grey eyes and the goosebumps on his lightly tanned skin. She saw the way his longish, wavy brown hair was ruffled up from running and she saw how much alike they both were, physically and mentally, they were both around 5'10" and of an average build, and they made each other laugh all the time. Their parents had all gone to Vrallenrock to fight and died and they had no-one else but each other, she couldn't let him join the army on his own, if he died she would be completely alone. He was also looking at her and noting her amazing green eyes which conveyed her emotions so easily, yet could steel themselves and become like a wall in a second if she got angry, upset or if she detected danger. He remembered how they first met as kids, he had gotten into a fight with three or four other kids way older than him, and just as they were about to mob him Valiana came along and they both beat them all, even though they had no weapons and the other kids did, it just seemed effortless whenever they fought together, it became almost a dance, it was so fluid. Eventually after having their food and agreeing that in the morning they'd go to the army recruitment offices and apply to join the Predonian Royal Infantry, they went to bed and slept well, thinking forward to the next day's events. |
When I was thirty-four years old I fell in love with a young lady of twenty- five years. We were honest to each other, up to a point (I had a few secrets), and after we dated for two months we felt so comfortable with each other that we decided to marry. I am Harry and she is Vanessa. I had met her family and they were a good, Christian, conservative group of folks. Myself, I was an orphan. But I had gathered together a small family of friends and like-minded adults who shared my values, and would soon share my wife. We went on our honeymoon, and on the first night it became clear to my new bride what she was getting into. At her age she had had a few lovers, none known by her family, and she knew all the traditional sexual moves. Her first was to try to suck my cock. That was not going to happen. She gave me a hurt look, but then jerked me off and asked me to fuck her. That was not going to happen, at least as she was implying. I held her in my arms and explained what her life was going to be like from now on. I loved ass. I loved ass of all kinds. Big or small, round or flat, female or male. And she had been taught to believe that the man was the dominant one in the family. So I was going to teach her that I might be dominant, but she would learn to love and crave it. The first thing to do was to introduce her to cock up her ass. That was new to her. So I took it slow. Because she had been anticipating sex she was juicy in the pussy. I didn't want pussy, but I could use the juice seeping out to wipe on her little brown asshole. Her virgin hole. And I spread my spit all over the little hole, as she lay on her stomach waiting for her first lesson in the art of anal. I placed a large pillow under her belly, raising her sweet, round ass up to where I could access it easily. Then, nuzzling her neck and telling her how much I loved her, I eased my rock hard cock into that little, virgin ass-hole. The first time was always so fucking sweet, I had to keep from coming too soon. It was also a little surprising, and even painful, for the virgin. So I took my time. Having spread ample amounts of K-Y on my cock and her ass, I eased the head in, then pressed slowly forward as she began to moan. I don't care who you are, if you try it you'll like it. She certainly did. I began stroking in and out and she began moaning and humping the pillow. I allowed her to play with her pussy with her fingers, and she tickled her clit as I fucked her ass-hole. Something good for everyone. Love it. I knew she was really into it when she stopped fingering her pussy and just rammed her ass back into my cock. That was always the sign that they had learned to love the ass-fucking. I kept fucking until her moans and squeals told me she was coming, then I shot my first married load into her ass and felt it come seeping out around her now extended ass-hole. And it was good. I truly did love her, ass and all, and tried to make this a great honeymoon. It wasn't all butt-fucking. Some we spent touring and eating and just enjoying the world around us. But each night we also enjoyed anal. After three nights I introduced her to something that had never crossed her little, conservative, Christian mind. I showed her a device I had packed away. It was a strap-on dildo. She hadn't the faintest idea what it was or how to use it, but I was going to show her all the tricks. Because, after all, ass-fucking works for men too. So I strapped it on her naked little body, rubbed plenty of lube on the dildo, and in my ass, and told her to do to me what I had been doing to her. She was extremely reluctant, but I pulled the dominant husband act on her, so she tentatively moved towards me. I bent over the bed, she slowly tried to push the dildo into my ass-hole, and then she cried out, "I can't, I can't." I just reached around, grabbed the dildo and rammed it into my own ass-hole. I was very used to this, and always loved the initial entry. "Start fucking me, baby girl, do it like daddy does it to you." That got her aroused a little, and when she found that the strap-on tickled her own clit and pussy as she fucked me she really got into it. That was the first night my new wife fucked my bung-hole. It would not be the last. When we got home I felt she needed a little time to learn to love this new life. So I didn't introduce her to my friends for several weeks. We just kept learning (as I taught) about the anal life-style. Eventually, I told her we were going to have a dinner party for my friends. She was pleased. She was happy in her new life, and wanted to learn more about my friends. So she planned an elaborate evening of dinner at home with conversation afterwards. Little did she know what the conversing would consist of. I had invited my good friend Zander and his lover Karl. Also Susan and her lover Leonard. That was enough for a good dinner party and after dinner fun. Zander and Karl were the first to arrive. Zander won over Vanessa immediately by calling her the cutest poppin he had ever seen, and Karl gave her a cheek kiss and a hug. She had never met any gay people (that she knew) but these were not monsters and she warmed to them immediately. Then Susan and Leonard came. They were definitely a couple, but never exclusive, they loved the anal sex-style so much they wanted to share it with as many as possible. It was their mission. Vanessa had gone all out with the dinner, hoping to prove to my friends she was worth me. She served squab and wild-rice, with asparagus. For dessert, there was old-fashioned apple pie, from her down-home roots. It was all deeply appreciated by my friends. I could see they already wanted to love her (in more ways than one.) After dinner we just kicked back for some chit-chat over brandy, until finally I made the big decision. I could see everyone was getting along. There seemed no conflicts of any kind. So I decided to really begin the evening. I stood up, and not surprising my friends, but really giving my Vanessa a start, I took off all of my clothes. Then, really, really giving Vanessa a start, all my friends did the same. There was Zander and Karl with their gym formed bodies, cocks already standing up, and pretty Susan, our blonde bombshell with her 36 DD breasts, while little Leonard, so small but with such a huge cock standing as proud as all. Vanessa started to tremble, in fear I was afraid, but I had already done a good job on her. She was trembling with lust, my dear, sweet Vanessa. And she stood up, took off her clothes, and displayed her little, pixie body, with the cone-shaped breasts and the still hairy pussy. This group was more interested in her round, perky ass. Tonight was my gift to her. I was going to only watch and jerk off at whatever caught my fancy. Vanessa was the prize for my friends, and they would share her and themselves. The first order of business was a group grope and hug. We truly loved each other in this group, and Vanessa was to become a part. Then our resident gays got on the floor and started demonstrating how to really fuck an ass-hole. Zander was top, Karl was bottom, and, as always, there was plenty of lube stashed everywhere around the room. We all knew where everything was. Next Susan decided to introduce herself formally to Vanessa. She found her favorite strap-on in a desk drawer and put it on. Then, with a smile and a lube she turned Vanessa onto the couch and started fucking her. Of course, my perfect wife started moaning and coming almost immediately. As Susan fucked Vanessa, Leonard, with his huge cock started helping Zander. He rammed Zander and Zander rammed Karl. All the time this was happening I was jerking off. I would get some ass later. Plenty. When Susan had made Vanessa come several times Vanessa cried, "Enough." That was Susan's cue to withdraw reluctantly, even though she herself had come several times, too. Then Vanessa surprised Susan and said, "It's mine turn to fuck your ass, bitch." As I said, I had all the necessary lubes and strap-ons stashed in the den where we were. So Vanessa searched and found a huge, black dildo. It wasn't a strap-on but it did vibrate, and she was in the mood to make Susan come hard and long. She ordered Susan on the sofa, kneeled down beside her, and rammed that dildo as far up Susan's ass as she could. Susan was used to this, but even she was taken by surprise and squealed with pain and joy at the same time. Vanessa kept ramming and ramming until her little arm got tired and Susan's ass had started to bleed a little. I think they both fell in love with each other then. During this time Karl had his ass filled with Zander's come, and Zander had his butt filled with Leonard's come. But, of course, one come was not a night for this group. And I had already shot my wad on top of my little wife's ass as she had fucked Susan with the dildo. At this point Karl and Leonard were both trying to get a double dong going in Zander's well-used ass-hole. They achieved it with grins on all the boy's faces. Karl and Leonard fucked Zander in unison, as Zander jerked off. I was also jerking off. But decided my wife needed some familiar cock in her ass. I took her from Susan, got her doggy-style on the sofa, and started my turn at her ass. Susan didn't want to be left out, so she presented her ass- hole to Vanessa's face and Vanessa obliged by licking it as she was fucked by me. She even stuck her tongue up Susan's ass. True love had blosssomed in our little group. I fucked Vanessa until I came, and I think she came several times the way she ate Susan's ass out. I pulled out and immediately Susan pushed me out of the way and began to eat Vanessa's ass. These women had bonded. Great. I looked over and Leonard and Karl were coming into Zander's ass as he shot his wad on the floor. I really had to get a maid in soon. But poor little me. I had shot my wad on my wife's ass, I had fucked her bung- hole, and watched everyone else getting fucked. But no one had fucked me. So I said, loudly, "Who want's to fuck the host's ass-hole?" My little wife grinned as Susan was still eating her ass and said, "That is my privilege to end a perfect evening." So she found a strap-on with a dildo exactly the same size as my cock, put it on, and, as our new little group watched, she fucked me hard and long, and I never thought I was the dominant again. |
_In this story I use some Italian phrases, so I apologize in advance if I have in any way slaughtered such a beautiful language. It was unintentional. I hope that you enjoy Empress and Nicola's story. All feedback is welcome._ **Once upon a time.....there was an owner of a plus size woman's clothing store who was approached by the creator of a new style of clothing that is sure to be the rage. Empress Chikowski is the owner of this store and due to her statuesque physique she had always been in search of stylish clothes for her plus size figure. Enter Nicola Rambaudi, the creator of new style of clothing that is scandalous as it is beautiful. Can he convince Empress that they would look smashing even on her generous figure?** Empress Chikowski stormed into her back office. As usual her appearance had started out immaculate and professional but as her day had worn on - she ended up the same as she did everyday. She slipped into the washroom just off her office where she winced as she caught the reflection of herself in the mirror above her sink. Her once tidy French braid was now loose and several strands of hair had slipped free of their moorings. Not to mention the frizzy halo that all people with natural curls seem to possess. The light weight linen suit that looked so smart this morning was now wrinkled and even stained with a spot of antipasto sauce that she had somehow managed to spill on herself at lunch. One wouldn't think that a woman her age wouldn't need a bib to eat lunch. But at times she wondered. "Em, there is a man out here who says he has an appointment to show you his new line?" Empress looked up in the mirror to see Heidi, her head clerk and assistant in the doorway of the washroom. "Yeah, I know. Give me ten minutes to refresh myself and I will see him," she replied. * * * * * Nicola stood in the midst of the woman's clothing store. His brother had first suggested the "Barely There" clothes idea. And as an active nudist, he had to admit the concept of clothing that mimicked a woman's natural skin tone and hinted at their beautiful curves was very appealing; but standing inside of this store he wasn't sure that the plus size woman would appreciate such clothing - that it might be a bit to much to ask that a large woman wear his designs. He was just thinking of leaving when the clerk that had left him standing returned from the back. "She'll be out in a few minutes," the tall willowy woman said with a genuine smile. He stuffed his hands inside of his pockets and stared around the store again. It wasn't completely deserted but obviously his presence had hushed the warm atmosphere. The clerk joined one of the few customers and led her to what he assumed was a fitting room. He felt like an piece of meat in a room full of a vegetarians. The many racks of elegant clothing were a rainbow of many hues. Walking over to the closest rack, he pulled a silk dress off it. He was genuinely surprised to see the expert cut and design of the piece. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, he thought. * * * * * Empress watched the man on the security monitor as he examined the dress he held. She licked her lips as she studied him. He was taller than the average man that much was for certain. The rack that he was standing next to was almost six feet tall and he stood a good six to eight inches taller than the rack. She swallowed roughly, knowing her weakness for tall men. At six foot one, she was almost always looked her dates in the in eye, if she didn't tower over them. Her heart beat faster as she noticed the way that he handled the delicate silk of the dress he was holding. In her experience most men were rough on the delicate fabrics; but it was obvious that he was savoring the soft feel against his skin. It made her wonder if he would do the same with a woman's delicate flesh. Her thighs quivered as she continued to watch him examine every inch of the dress in his hands. "Isn't he just dreamy?" Heidi asked as she came to stand next to Em. "Yes," Em admitted before turning away from the monitor. "You can send him in, Heidi. And be a dear, and clear my schedule for the rest of the day." "Damn girl, I know that's he yummy but you don't have to jump his bones on the first date," Heidi joked, knowing full well her boss's view on casual relationships. In fact one night over a pitcher full of margaritas, Em had confided that she didn't get what the 'big deal' was concerning sex. But one look at the way her boss was reacting to the man on the sales floor -- she was going to soon figure out exactly what the big deal was. "Just show him in, Heidi," Em repeated as she walked over and sat down behind her cluttered desk. It seemed that to her that her desk mimicked her, it started out neat and orderly but by the end of the day it was just as messy - even cluttered as she was. * * * * * Nicola sauntered into the office carrying his briefcase. He took a quick glance around the small room, taking in the various details. It was a cozy room, more fitting for afternoon tea than a working office. Behind a hardwood desk sat the woman he was there to see. He could safely say she wasn't what he had expected. He thought he would be greeted by a woman that reminded him of his sainted grandmother... a round and pleasantly plump older woman. Instead the dark haired temptress that greeted him was not at all what he had expected. "Hello, my name is Nicola Rambaudi, I have a meeting set up with Ms. Chikowski." "Of course. I am Empress Chikowski. Have a seat Mr Rambaudi," she said, her softly accented voice sending chills of awareness up his spine, "Empress?" he asked as he took the seat in front of her desk. "Yes, and please no wise cracks about it. If Empress is to much of a mouth full, please call me Em. Most everyone does. Now what can I do for you, Mr Rambaudi?" "Nicola, please. And I have a new design line of clothing I would like to show you," Nicola said as he opened his briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers. He handed them across the desk to her. She took them from him and opened to the first sketch. Shock was quickly masked as she stared the sheet in front of her. He watched as she slowly turned the pages. Although the shock at the first page was now gone, he could see her eyes flare with interest as she viewed the following pages. He could see the flush on her face when she looked back up at him. "These are not exactly what I was expecting. I am not sure that they are exactly what I would sell in my shop,Nicola They might be better suited for the shop down the street. They specialize in sexy lingerie and clothing. Most of the women that frequent my shop are up and coming business women that need suitable but attractive clothes for work." "I did notice that you carry quite a the line of business clothes, but I also noticed that you had a whole section devoted to evening wear. This clothing line is not meant for the office any more than the evening dresses that you have displayed," Nicola pointed out as he relaxed in the chair. "I am well aware of the clothing lines that I offer, Mr Rambaudi. I just can't see this line working well with the rest of the clothing that I offer," she said as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Let me ask you something Empress, what is it about my clothing design that bothers you?" he asked as he leaned forward cupping his chin with his hand and staring directly into her eyes. * * * * * Em stiffened. She looked back down at the drawings in her hands. "Frankly, Nicola, these clothes are better suited on a nudist beach than actual wear. I can't see any woman of my stature wearing them comfortably. Even the evening clothes that I choose to carry are picked with the larger woman's body in mind." "I see, and you think that a "larger woman" would not be comfortable in this design? Or is it you, Em, that wouldn't be comfortable wearing it?" he asked his voice going husky, "Whether or not I choose to wear a particular design of clothing has nothing to do with whether or not I would purchase it for my shop," Em replied as she twirled the pencil through her fingers. "I can totally understand that. No smart business woman would ever base her final decisions on her personal feelings alone. That is why I think you should let me have some "large women" as you call them, try on my clothing and have a 'feedback' session." "A feedback session?" she asked arching one dark eyebrow at him. "Yes, a honest rant and rave about my designs and how each woman feels - and how their significant other would like or even dislike my designs. "And what would be the catch?" Em asked warily. "What makes you think that there's a catch?" he asked. "There's always a catch, Mr Rambaudi. So what is it?" "The only thing I want is for you to personally try my designs. I want you to feel the difference between being a beautiful woman and feeling like one," he said before standing up and walking towards the desk. Em drew a deep but quick breath before surging out of her chair. "Whether or not I feel beautiful is none of your business," Em said stiffly as she moved around the desk. She handed him the sheaf of papers. "My my, I do believe you have a bit of temper there, Empress. But who are you lying to? I saw the flash of desire and intrigue in your eyes. You hid it quickly but for a brief moment it was there. I can tell my ideas have stirred your senses. Why not try my designs?" "As if I would subject myself to the indignity of wearing something that is better suited to a sex shop," Em said as she walked towards the open door of her office. "Thank you for showing me your designs but I am sorry but I will have to pass." "I think you are being a bit closed minded, Em. Why not let me arrange the showing? You can even decide on the women to try them. Maybe some of your most loyal customers. Even if it is just to put me in my place. If they completely hate my designs, I'll take my entire line elsewhere," Nicola said as he stopped just inches from her. Em swallowed roughly as she had to lift her eyes to look up at him. It was a new experience for her. She caught her breath as he tipped his head down towards her. "And if they like it?" she asked softly -- breathlessly. "If they love it, then you buy my designs AND I get to see you in one of them." he breathed across her soft parted lips. "Nicola..." she moaned as his breath teased her parted lips. "So do we have a deal, Em? Will you give me what I want," he asked, his voice gravelly with desire. "I...I..." she mumbled as she lifted her head to bring their lips closer together. "Yes, _mi bella_, " he prompted, his Italian accent deeper than it had been earlier. "Okay," she sighed as she waited for him to bring his mouth against hers. "Here's my card," He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out his business card. He slipped it down the open vee of her blouse. She inhaled sharply as the blunt edges of the card teased her swollen breasts. A small growl filled the room as he gazed down at her heaving cleavage. "Call me when you know what sizes you need, Em. I'll have them made up and bring them over," he said as he stepped back -- away from her...away from temptation. "What?" she asked weakly. "Call me when you're ready," he said as he turned and walked back to her desk to retrieve his briefcase. He tossed his design sketches onto the desk top before turning back towards the dazed Em. "I can't believe you did that," Em said with narrowed eyes as she watched him come back within kissing distance. "What? Slip my card down your blouse, _mi bella_? Or not giving you the kiss that you wanted?" he asked coolly as he stopped in front of her. "Used your sex appeal to make me change my mind about your designs! Do you have no shame?" she hissed before jerking the card out of her blouse. "Once you get to know me, Empress, you will realize that there is little that embarrasses me, let alone causes me shame," he said with a wink as he walked by her. "Fuck!" she muttered under her breath but Nicola paused before swinging back around. His briefcase dropped to the floor. "Don't I wish," he answered before jerking her flush against his hard body. This time there was no build up or teasing - he tipped his head and covered her surprised lips with his. A mutual moan escaped both of them as he thrust his tongue between her parted lips. Within mere moments Em had forgotten why she was angry with him. Without thought or intent, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to kiss the breath out of her. He responded by backing her up against the closed office door. She whimpered when he jerked his mouth from hers. A soft gasp escaped her when his mouth slid through her hair to land against the shell of her ear. It turned into a moan as his tongue traced around the whorls of her ear before dipping inside. She shivered helplessly in his arms as sensations raced down her neck to settle in both her nipples and her womb. He cursed raggedly before jerking away from her. She slumped against the closed door and watched as he pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket. Pressing it against his lips, he removed all traces of her lipstick off of his rugged mouth. "Damn, _mi bella_ you are more potent than 100 proof whiskey," he said. * * * * * Em sighed as she sank into the tub of bubbles. Every part of her body still tingled from her earlier encounter with Nicola. She couldn't believe that she allowed him to grope her less than ten minutes after meeting him. He was very tempting but she had a firm rule about men that she dated. She never dated anyone that she did business with. It just wasn't good business. Jilted lovers had a tendency to smear one's name and make the person look like a fool... and she was no body's fool. "Damn it!" she groaned as she sank under the water. Because she knew even though Nicola was a man that she might end up doing business with, her traitorous body wanted him. While she had a feeling that he would be the one that made her climax for the very first time. It frustrated her that the only way that she was able to ever come was by herself, alone. Even in the presence of another she could not bring herself to climax. And after the third man that had failed to bring her to orgasm, she had given up on ever finding a man that would be able to push her past the point of no return. But Nicola Rambaudi might be the one to give her first orgasm with a man. * * * * * Nicola stared at the opaque fabric in front of him. He was trying to work on his design but the sexy Em kept pushing to the forefront of his mind. It was unusual to find a woman that he didn't have to break his back to kiss. At six foot seven, he towered over most women. The novelty of being almost eye to eye with a woman was refreshing. Not to mention that every inch of Empress Chikowski had felt wonderful against him. The memory of her luscious body pressed against him, sent a surge of desire through him. The memory of their kiss caused his cock to stir. He shifted in his seat trying to push the heated memories to the back of his mind. Nicola looked up from his sewing table as his brother walked into his work room. "Hey little brother, how did the meeting with the owner of Empress's go?" Sergio asked as he stopped next to Nicola. "You set me up!" Nicola said as he continued to pin the pattern on the material in front of him. "What! Moi? I would never do that!" Sergio protested as he watched his brother picked up his sewing shears. "Don't give me that Sergio. Ever since you married Rachel you have been trying to get me to settle down. When did you meet her?" Nicola asked as he made the first cut. The sharp rasp echoed through the room. "Who?" "Empress. When did you meet her?" Nicola looked up and meet his brother's sheepish grin head on. "She's a friend of Rachel's. She met her when Amy needed a bridesmaid dress. They went to Empress's to find the perfect dress." "And you thought that she would be perfect for me?" he asked as he turned the material and made another cut. "Well, you have to admit that she is definitely your type," Sergio said defensively. "I don't have a type, Serigo." "Admit it, you find her attractive." "Whether I find her attractive or not, nothing is going to happen." "And why is that?" his brother asked. "I don't mix business and pleasure." "And once the business is done?" Nicola looked up at his brother with a huge grin. "All bets are off." * * * * * Em had just finished her first cup of coffee when Heidi knocked on her office door. She motioned for Heidi to join her. In front of her she once again had Nicola's designs spread across her desk. "Dressing casual today, Boss?" Heidi asked as she propped her hip on the edge of the desk. "I didn't feel like dressing up. I plan on staying in the office. I have to set up a test group for this design," Em replied as she stood and stretched. She walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself another cup. "Wow! These are pretty risque!" Heidi said from behind her. "I know. Mr Rambaudi seems to think that our customers might actually go for it. I still think that they are better suited the sex shop down the street but I agreed to this test group. It will be worth it to put him in his place," Em said as she brought the cup to her mouth. "Do I sense some friction between you and the sexy Mr Rambaudi?" Em paused. She turned around to look at Heidi. Then a smile lit up her face. "I plan on driving him crazy." "What! What did you do with my boss?" Heidi asked -- shock evident in her voice. Em just smiled mischievously before turning back to her coffee. She had come to the realization that what was good for the goose was good for the gander. If Nicola thought he could use his sex appeal to sway her into buying his design then she wasn't above using what little sex appeal she had to distract him from his goal. * * * * * Em sighed with satisfaction as she hung the phone. She had managed to fulfill the all the slots for her test group. She picked up the business card that Nicola had given her. She really needed to call him and give him the correct sizes for each woman. She tapped the end of the card to her lips. She wasn't sure if she could handle talking to him just yet. After the long night that she had spent dreaming about him, she didn't know if her will power was up to even doing something as simple as talking to him on the phone. She was startled when the phone rang. She waited for Heidi to answer it up front, but after it had rung for the fourth time and the answering machine picked up, she realized that Heidi must have been busy with a customer. She nearly whimpered when Nicola's masculine voice filled the office. And unlike most people he had no problem talking to the machine. " _Ciao, mi bella_, I was wondering if you were being a _brav'ragazza_ and have the list of sizes for me. You know the sooner you get them for me - the sooner I can see you in my design. And _mi bella_ I have been imagining you in it all day. So give me a call, so we can make my fantasy come true." Em moaned as her head dropped onto the desk. The sneaky bastard! She lifted her head and stared at the machine as if it were the most vile of things. She would show him his fantasy, she resolved. She would give him a peak and then jerk it away. She was going to show Mr. Rambaudi who would come out on top, she vowed. She grabbed the paper with the appropriate sizes on it and stood up. Grabbing her car keys and her wallet along with his card, she headed out the door. She would show him a thing or two. * * * * * Nicola smiled as he hung the phone. He wondered how Em was going to react to his message. She was such an uptight little...well okay she wasn't little but she was definitely full of inhibitions. He would love to get her to come to his private beach and strip away all those little inhibitions, along with those stuffy clothes that she wore. "I can't believe you just did that!" Sergio said with a laugh. "What?" he asked arching his eyebrow at his brother. "I thought you said that you said that you don't mix business with pleasure!" "Aw, but I don't. The call is just carefully placed bait. If I don't challenge her, she will stall as long as possible before giving me the information. And the sooner I get the information..." "The sooner you finish the deal and get the girl?" Sergio finished for him. * * * * * Em stood in front of her open closet, staring at it's meager offerings. Sure, she had business suits galore and a few nice dresses, but not a lot in the way of what her mother called hooker clothes. And that was exactly what she wanted to wear for her meeting with Nicola. She wanted to drive him absolutely crazy. She wanted to give him a peak of what she had but still hold it out of his reach. Her eyes lit on a tan leather skirt and top that Heidi had given her last Halloween along with a joke about her being Zena, the warrior princess. She had worn it only once at the Halloween party that she had thrown at her shop. If the reactions of the men that had attended were any indication - then the two piece outfit was sure to be right up Mr Nicola's alley. Pulling it from her closet, she fingered the soft supple leather and decided why not? You only live once. * * * * * Sergio stuck his head into Nicola's design shop interrupting once again what little progress Nicola had made. "Is there something you need brother?" Nicola asked irritated at another interruption. "There is someone here to see you, little brother," he said as he stepped further into the room. "I'm busy!" Nicola said coolly as he attempted to return to his work. "Do you really want me to tell Empress Chikowski that you don't have time for her, Nicola?" Sergio asked softly. Nicola's head flew up and surprise - then pleasure filled his handsome face. "Hell no. Of course I have time for her," He laid his sheers back down and took off the elegant eyeglass frames that he wore when working with delicate fabric. "I figured as much. Just don't swallow your tongue when you see her," Sergio warned before shutting the door behind him. Nicola frowned at his brother's choice of words. Why would he swallow his tongue? He had plenty of ideas for his tongue and Empress and none of them had anything to do with swallowing. Well maybe ....he mused as there was a soft knock on his door. "Come in," he called as fingered the fabric in front of him while still thinking about the way he could use his tongue on her. "Good afternoon, Nicola. I got your message and I had some errands on this end of town so I decided to drop the list of sizes off instead of calling," Em said as she neared the work table. "Holy shit!" Nicola growled as he got his first look at her. His cock hardened in a rush. No wonder his brother had told him not to swallow his tongue. Empress looked like every man's fantasy wearing soft leather. He had expected her to have a wonderful figure after he had held her against him earlier but he had never expected her to be a total bombshell in disguise. "Pardon?" Em asked softly, arching a dark eyebrow at him. If she was pleased by his lapse of manners, she didn't outwardly show it. "Damn, I am sorry _mi bella_. I wasn't expecting to see you today and you look wonderful. It must have been quite the errand for you to dress up in such an....attractive outfit," He said as he slowly stood keeping the work table between them. Due to its high surface, he was able to hide the fact that he was highly aroused. He was never more grateful that he had'special ordered' the cutting table with his height in mind. "I'm sorry to interrupt your work but it sounded like you were anxious to get started. In fact when you called I was in the process of the setting up your focus group," She walked closer to his work table, her eyes curious. "It's no problem. In fact I'm working on the design right now. Would you like to take a look at it?" He asked as she stopped next to the table. * * * * * "Could I?" she asked a bit breathlessly as she drew in a deep breath filled with the spicy aftershave that he was wearing. If she had thought he looked yummy in the designer suit that he had been wearing the day before, he was mouth-watering in the the faded jeans and soft cotton shirt. When he moved around the desk, she immediately noticed that he was barefoot. It was obvious that he was quite at ease inside this room. "Of course." He said as he took her hand and guided her to the other side of the room where a silk screen was set up. He moved the screen to one side so she could see the mannequin that it hid. She gazed at the beautiful dress that graced it. It seemed to hug and flow with the mannequin's curves. "Wow. It's beautiful. It gives the illusion that there is nothing there but still doesn't reveal anything that would get you arrested. What ever made you think of such an idea?" she asked as she extended her hand, instinctively wanting to feel the fabric. She forced her hand to drop before she actually made contact. What the hell was she doing? "Go ahead, Em. Touch it," he said huskily beside her. She slowly did as he bade and nearly moaned aloud at the soft buttery feel of the fabric under her fingertips. Even though she managed not to moan - a soft gasp managed to escape her. Beside her she heard him answering with a growl. Startled she looked over at him. She nearly whimpered when she saw the desire in his eloquent dark eyes. "It's a very sensuous fabric," she finally managed to say as she jerked her gaze back to the dress. "Yes, it is," he said as he quickly jerked away from her side and headed back over to his work table. "You said you had the sizes for me?" he said briskly, his tone at odds with the huskiness of his voice. "Ah, yes," Em said as she reached into her hand bag and pulled out a folded piece of stationery. She walked over and handed it to him. She watched as he picked up a pair of glasses and placed them on his elegant nose. She was taken back but smiled at his gesture. "I need them for the small work," he explained with a laugh. "I'm just a bit near-sighted." She watched as he scanned the stationery. "I hope I got all the measurements that you needed," She said nervously. He glanced up from the stationery. "There's only one thing that's missing," he said as he stood and grabbed the soft measuring tape. She squeaked as he approached her with in his hand. "What did I miss?" she asked backing up. "Going somewhere?" he taunted as she backed into the closed door. "Yes. I have an errand..." she trailed off. "Hmmm, I thought you ran your errand already but none the less, I'll make this quick," he assured her as he stopped a few inches from her. "What?" she said breathlessly as he slid the measuring tape behind her. "You forgot your measurements," he said his mouth mere millimeters from hers. She could feel his breath against her parted lips. "My measurements?" "Yes. I need them for your dress. Relax," he said as she jerked in response. She gasped as she felt the tape wrap around her waist. She cringed as he pulled it flat against her gently rounded stomach. She flinched as he gazed down at the measuring tape to read the number on it. "Thirty-one and half," he murmured before sliding the tape down her stomach to her hips. She cringed again as it settled around them. He crouched down and then tightened the tape. She looked down at him as he soothed the tape into place. He glanced up at her with a half smile. "Forty three even," he said softly before rising up once more. She drew a deep breath as the tape slid back up caressing her sensitive body before it settled on her back. "Relax, _mi bella_," he whispered. She nearly moaned as he pulled the tape around her and it caressed her nipples. He looked down and whistled softly as he saw the measurement. "Forty five and three eighths. Impressive, _mi bella_. And very tempting," he added before slowly releasing the tape. She drew a agged breath as the tape fell away and dragged across her hardened nipples. * * * * * Nicola stood at the window of his work room and watched as Em escaped in the yellow cab that had just pulled up. He rubbed the back of his neck and nearly growled in frustration at her hasty retreat. He couldn't finish this soon enough! It had taken all of his willpower not to throw her across his work desk and have his way with her. And if her reaction was any thing to go on, she had been affected just as much as he had been. He nearly groaned when he heard the quick tap of two knocks, a pause and then three more. Only one person knocked like that. He turned and watched as his brother's wife walked in. "Hey Rachel," he said as he walked back over to his work table. "How's my favorite brother-in-law this afternoon?" she asked as she walked over and hopped up on his table. "Good. You know one of these days, Rach, you are going to end up with a pin stuck in your ass," he commented as he soothed the pattern back out and reached for his pins. "So how did it go?" she asked him innocently. "How did what go?" he asked as he deftly pinned the pattern onto the fabric. "Empress's visit. I know she was here. I saw her get into the elevator," Rachel said as she watched him cut the soft luscious fabric. "And what makes you think she was here to see me?" he asked casually as he turned the fabric and continued to cut with great precision. "Look at me, Nicki," she scolded. Nicola's head shot up. "How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that?" he grumbled. "About as many as I've asked you not to call me Rach?" she said dryly. "Now quit avoiding my question. How did it go?" "Fine, Rach. She stopped by to give me the measurements for the focus group. I will be happy when we get through this. I think she would look stunning in this design", he admitted with a smile. "So YOU do find her attractive. I told Sergio that you wouldn't be able to resist her!" she exclaimed. "And you couldn't resist trying to play matchmaker?" he asked as he leaned back and folded his arms across his broad chest. "No. You haven't had a steady girl-friend in years, Nicola. And that's a shame. Em is a wonderful lady. I know she's not the type that you would normally date - but she has a heart of gold." "How many times do I have to tell you and Sergio that I don't have a type!" "Really? Since I've know you, I've only seen you date petite blonds," "Come on, Rach! We live in California. I've dated brunettes and red-heads too." "And the fact that none of them have even come up to your shoulder?" "I'm a freak of nature! Hardly anyone comes up to my shoulder, shrimp," he said as he surged to his feet and lifted her off the table and carried her squirming body to the door. It wasn't much of challenge. Rachel was five nothing and weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet with rocks in her pockets. He lifted bolts of cloth that were heavier than Rachel. He stuck his head out the door and yelled for his brother. Sergio stuck his head out of the office two doors down the hall. "Come get this woman of yours, Sergio!" "Well just throw her!" Sergio joked as he stepped out into the hall. It was running joke between the two brothers. If Nicola was a freak at six seven, Sergio wasn't far behind at six five. They had been teasing Rachel about it for months. "Okay," he said good naturedly as he prepared to toss Rachel. "Don't you dare!" she squealed as she smacked at him. He smiled devilishly. "Are you going to let my love life or my 'lack of it' alone?" he asked. "But...." "Okay that's it!" he scolded as he launched his petite sister-in-law in an arch down the hall at his brother. Sergio rushed forward and caught his wife. Nicola turned back to his workroom listening to his sister-in-law as she pleaded with his brother. He smiled as he heard the office door slam. Sergio would keep the little matchmaker occupied for the rest of the afternoon. * * * * * Two weeks later Em looked around the room at the women that had gathered for the focus group. She smiled nervously at Heidi. Tonight was the first feedback session on Nicola's design. She squirmed uncomfortably as her body predictably grew moist at even the thought of him. She had made herself scarce after the encounter in his work room. She had come unbearably close to raping the man. Heidi came over and stood next to her. "So what do you think, Em? Are we going to be one of the first shops to carry Nicola's new design or not?" "I don't know, Heidi," she said honestly as some of her most loyal customers chatted amongst themselves. "How are you two beautiful ladies tonight?" Nicola asked as he joined them. "Fine," Em said as one of her customers waved at her. "Excuse me." * * * * * Nicola watched as Em scurried away. He turned to Heidi. With Em avoiding him, he had become very friendly with her assistant. She was a pleasant enough young lady but she didn't do a thing for him. He wanted Em and he had decided that he was going to have to have her. "Still avoiding me, I see," he said as he took a drink from the water bottle that he held in one calloused hand. "I don't know what has gotten into her lately, Nicola. She's been on pins and needles since this has started," Heidi admitted. Nicola thought about reassuring her that her boss would soon be in a much mellower mood. He had figured out that Empress was a very private woman and he didn't want to cause any gossip about her to her employees. "Oh, it's probably just nerves about this. I know she's been wanting to put me in my place," he replied as he screwed the cap back on his bottle. "She did say something about that." Heidi admitted as they watched Em go around the room and pass out the questionnaires. "It looks like we're ready to get started. Shall we join them?" Nicola asked as he offered Heidi his arm. "Lets get this party started." she agreed. * * * * * Em drew a deep breath when Nicola stopped to stand next to her. She nearly whimpered as his aftershave teased her nose. She had to get this whole thing under control and herself first! "Thank you, ladies, for taking the time to come out tonight." Nicola said in a deep voice. "I know I would love to have all rave reviews but that is not the sole purpose for this focus group. I want to hear what is good about my designs but I also want to know what I can do to make them better. Empress was nice enough to give me each of your measurements and the dresses that I made for each of you was made specifically with your measurements in mind. So please feel free to be honest with me. I assure you that I have a thick skin. So shall we begin?" he finished. * * * * * Em drifted from group to group of the ladies. After his opening statement, he had suggested that the ladies break up into groups of four and discuss the questionnaire. So far most of the feedback that she had heard was positive. They loved the style and quality of the design. Nicola did excellent work. There were a few negatives... such as where the women would actually wear the dress. Much like Empress, the women were concerned about the way that the dress displayed their ample bodies. They weren't sure that they would be able to wear the dress in public. And if they were going to spend their hard earned money on it -- was it worth it for just a dress that they would wear only in the privacy of their own home. "Hey there, _mi bella_, " Nicola said softly as he walked up behind Em. She shivered a bit as awareness ran down her spine. The man was lethal. He needed to wear bells so he couldn't sneak up on unsuspecting women, she thought. "Nicola," she replied as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "So are you ready to model my design?" he asked softly enough that only she could hear him. "Counting your chickens before they hatch, are we?" she said softly. "Some of the things you say," he chuckled. * * * * * |
Em shut the door as the last of the women left. She flipped the lock and leaned against it. What a night. She gazed around the room and debated on whether or not to clean up the mess or leave it for the morning. But as tempting as leaving it sounded, her practical Midwest upbringing would not let her. She grabbed the trash bin and started to clean up the mess. Nicola watched from the shadows as Em carried the trash can around the room and picked up the discarded cups, plates, and napkins. He had told Heidi that he would help Em clean up when she had mentioned earlier that she had to get home before her husband had to leave for work. She had felt guilty about leaving the mess for Em. Walking out of the shadows, he walked over and gathered up a handful of garbage. "Here, let me help with that," he said, referring to the trash can. Em jumped in surprise. "Dear God, I swear I'm going to put a bell around your neck, Nicola. You scared me," Em said as she pressed her hand over her heart. "Sorry. I promised Heidi I would stay and help. She felt guilty about having to go home," He said as he gathered up the last of the trash. "So what's next?" he asked. "I need to fold up the chairs and put them back in the closet, along with folding tables." She said. "Well lets get to it. You look like you are tired, Em. Sooner we get this done the sooner you can go home," he said softly. "What? no sexual innuendo?" she asked him. "Hey, I can be a nice guy, Empress. Just don't tell anyone," he joked. "I'm sure, no one would believe me any way," she retorted. "Just you wait. Tomorrow all bets are off, Em." "You're just gloating that you won," Em protested. "I would like to think we both won, Empress," he said as he carried two of the chairs into the supply closet. "How do you figure? You aren't the one that is going to be damn near naked." "Oh, is that the issue? If you wanted me naked all you had to do was say so," he said as he lifted the chairs = onto the special rack inside of the closet. "I didn't say that!" she said quickly. "Oh," he said as he looked over at her knowingly. He knew damn well that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. This balancing game he had been playing was finally over. And come tomorrow he was going to start pursuing her. * * * * * Em dusted off her hands as she shoved the last chair into the closet. "Coming through," Nicola said as he carried the final table into the closet. He propped it up against the wall before wiping his forehead on his sleeve. He had gotten quite the workout carrying in the tables. Em had tried to help him but he had shooed her away. "Thanks for all the help," Em said as she secured the table by shoving the chair rack up against it. In the process she managed to bump up against Nicola who in turn bumped the heavy door. As it started to close, Em tried to catch it. "Ouch," Nicola said as Em stepped on his foot with her heel. "Sorry, sorry, catch that door!" she had exclaimed as she tried to get around him. "What?" he said as he tried to rub his aching foot. "Damn it!" she exclaimed as it snicked shut. "What is the problem?" he asked, "we'll just open it again." "Go ahead," she said frostily. He scowled at her before reaching over and grabbing the door handle. He frowned as it refused to budge. "Ah, Em, what's wrong with your door?" he asked before they were plunged into darkness. Em's startled gasp gave him a vague idea of where she was. "Why the HELL did the lights all go off?" he growled. "What's wrong, Nicola? Scared of the dark?" she taunted. He moved towards her voice and bumped into her. "I'll show you scared," he hissed as her delicious scent filled his nose. The slender hold he had on his overwhelming desire for her, snapped. He yanked her against him and covered her mouth with his. He had resisted as long as he could. * * * * * Em knew the moment that the door closed that it was over. She was going to be trapped in the closet with Nicola until Heidi came in the morning. And that there was no way that she was going to be able to resist him. And she wasn't wrong, she thought hazily as he thrust his tongue inside of her mouth. All the need and desire flared to life inside of her as his tongue rubbed against hers. She moaned when he wrenched his mouth away from hers. Their ragged breathing filled the darkness. "The door locks automatically from the outside," she tried to explain. "I don't care," he growled as he covered her mouth once more. When his hand covered her breast, she groaned. She arched into him as he teased her hard nipple with his thumb. "Nicola, please," she whimpered. "Yes!" he said as he slipped his hand under her top in search of bare skin, "you don't know how long I've wanted to do this?" Em arched across his arm and jerked as he found her breast. As he traced the outline of her nipple, she panted. "I want you, Em. Can I have you?" he pleaded in the darkness. * * * * * Em stilled as his impassioned plea struck her. She trembled as the desire coursed through her. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity, she thought. In the darkness, he couldn't see her body. He wouldn't be able to find her lacking. She might actually be able to relax and let nature take it's course. "Yes", she whispered. "Are you protected?" he asked hoarsely. "No," she groaned as he released her, "do you have something?" "No. But that's not to say we can't do other things," he said after a moment. "Other things?" she said softly. "Yes. Come here, Em." his husky voice whispered through darkness. Em fumbled her way towards his voice. She nearly moaned when she came up against his half naked chest. Evidently he had taken advantage of the darkness to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. That had been what he had done after he had released her. Crisp hairs teased the palms of her hands as she slid them up to rest on his broad shoulders. She nearly squealed when his hands came down and gripped her waist and lifted her off her feet. "Shh...relax," he said against her temple as he turned with her. She felt the hard surface of one of the counters that lined the one side of the closet. She held her breath as he fumbled with the long skirt that she was wearing. Trying to help, she lifted her hips. He managed to drag the skirt up far enough that he could step in between her spread legs. She felt the folds on her blouse loosen just before his calloused hands slipped inside to cup her aching breasts. She cried out softly in response. "Front or back?" he asked as he continued to fondle her breasts. "What?" she gasped as his thumbs teased her hard nipples through the material. "Help me here, Em. Does this bra open in the back or front? I've been dying to see and feel these beauties since I measured them two weeks ago," he said as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her neck. Em focused on his words and sent a silent prayer heavenward, that the lights were out. At times she felt like a freak of nature. Since she had been a teenager, she had to special order her bras. Add to that the fact that the first thing that most men saw was her breasts so she had a tendency to be uncomfortable about their size. "Em, I'm dying here," he groaned as he strung kisses down her neck. "Back," she answered as he fastened his mouth on the crook of her neck and shoulder. She held her breath as his fingers expertly opened the back closure of her bra. She gave a sigh of pleasure as he loosened the bra and freed her breasts. She pressed her breasts into his hands and whimpered as he squeezed and gently kneed her sensitive flesh. "Damn," he growled before lifting her by her waist so her freed breasts were level with his mouth. He hungrily latched onto one of her nipples. Em tensed as pleasure shot from her nipple to her womb. A sharp gasp escaped her tight throat when he released one nipple to attack the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair to hold him to her. He chuckled against her as he ran his hands up and under her skirt. His fingers brush her inner thigh before sliding around to palm her ass and pull her tight against his rock hard cock. They both moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She whimpered as he released her nipple and let her slide down his chest. He stopped her slide when he spun around and pressed her back up against the nearest wall. He rocked against her as she cried out. "You're so sexy. Just stand here and let me explore," he said against her ear as he slid his fingers into under the elastic of her panties. "Nicola!" she pleaded as his inquisitive fingers slid between the globes of her butt. "What a sexy ass, you have _mi brav'ragazza_," he whispered before dipping his tongue inside her ear. " _Mi brav'ragazza?_," she asked as his mouth slid down from her ear to land on the side of her neck. He unwrapped her legs from his waist and set her on her feet. "My good girl," he translated as he sank to his knees in front of her. He reached up with both hands and slowly slid her panties down her endless legs. "What are you...." she asked breathlessly as he draped one of her legs over his shoulder. "Shh....I'm exploring 'other things'," he said as he pressed a kiss against her thigh, "hmmm...you smell delicious, Em." and then he nibbled her thighs. "Oh my...." she gasped as she felt his lips press against her pussy. A moment later she felt the glide of his tongue and groaned. Her thighs began to tremble as her climax came closer. "hmmm," he growled against her. She shrieked when he slid two fingers inside of her. "Nicola!" she pleaded. He lifted his head and his raspy breathing could be heard in the darkness. "Yum. You are so wet, _mi brav'ragazza_," he said as the sound of her wetness around his fingers could be heard. She panted as he slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of her. "Damn, I wish I could sink inside of you. You are so tight," he rasped just before she felt the wet heat of his mouth press against her clit. She tossed her head as she teetered on the verge of coming. She couldn't believe it, he was actually going to come with a man! As his tongue flickered over her hard clit, he thrust his fingers faster inside of her, his groan of approval vibrating against her. "I've...I've...never....ah..." she gasped. "Mmmm-hmmmm," he moaned in approval. "Nicola!" she screamed as her climax began. * * * * * Nicola growled happily as Em's juices flooded his hand. She tasted delicious. She was a regular wildcat, bucking against his face and fingers. If he didn't know any better, he would have swore that it was the first time she had ever been gone down on. The only thing that would have made it any better for him was if he would have been able to see her beautiful face as she came. As she finally came down from her release, he eased his fingers from her and slowly lifted his face after giving her one last lick. He laid his head against her stomach as he waited for her to quiet. In his pants, his cock throbbed. He wished that he would have thought to place a condom in his pocket. He didn't know if she would reciprocate or not but maybe she would be willing to help him take matters in hand, so to speak. "Are you okay, _mi brav'ragazza_?" he asked as he slowly stood up, painfully readjusting his aching cock. "Wow," she said, her voice full of awe and satisfaction. "You liked that?" he asked as he pressed his lips against hers. She moaned softly as she tasted herself -creamy salty lusciousness - on him. "Unbelievable," she whispered when he lifted his head. His harsh breathing filled the room. "Why, _mi brav'ragazza_? Is it so out of character for you to have a man kneeling in front of you, worshipping your body?" "Well....I don't usually do this kind of thing in my closet," she said. "I see. So what do you _normally_ do in your closet?" he asked as he slowly unbuckled his belt. His cock was killing him. He needed relief, even if she wasn't going to help. As hot as he was, even listening to her sexy voice would get him off. Her huskily laughter teased his senses. He unbuttoned his slacks and the loud sound of his zipper filled the closed closet. "Nicola?" her whisper held a note of wariness. "Shh, _mi bella_. I won't take anything you won't give me willingly. My little 'taste' has made me harder than hell and I am not to arrogant to take matters into my own hands," he explained as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his snug briefs. His sigh of relief echoed through the room. For a moment there was silence and Nicola thought he might have shocked her. Pleasure flooded his system as he ran his hand over the head of his cock and down the shaft. He reached under it to cup his aching balls. He couldn't remember ever being as hard as he was now. "Let me," her voice whispered into his ear. He hissed as she gently bit his ear. This was definitely a new experience for him. And one that he could get used to, he thought as she nibbled her way down his neck. He chuckled when she grabbed the neck of his dress shirt and tugged hard. The soft ping of the buttons hitting various surfaces was barely noticeable. "Impatient?" he growled as she pushed him back the wall where she had been such a short time ago. "A bit. Now, just stand here and let "me" explore," she said giving him back his earlier command. "Explore?" he gasped as she lightly bit one of his nipples. "Other things," she said as she pressed damp kisses against his abdomen. He pressed his head back against the wall when she pushed his hands away from his cock. She replaced his hands with hers. "Dio mio!" he exclaimed when she licked the head and sucked him inside of her mouth. He had hoped but hadn't dare believe Ms. Empress Chikowski would actually go down on her knees and return the favor. Not that he was going to stop her. "Hmm," she grumbled against him. He tensed as she cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped her hand around the base of him. Her tongue was doing wicked things to him. He could feel every brush of it against his sensitive glans as she teased the underside with the flat of her tongue. "Em, I..." he gritted between clenched teeth as she gently squeezed his balls and stroked her hand up and down the his shaft as she released him from her mouth to only tongue and suck the end of him. "You taste delicious," she informed him before sucking him back inside of her mouth before quickly releasing him, "like the air before a thunderstorm....heavy and salty." Nicola slid his hands into her hair and gently guided her back to his near to bursting cock. He needed her mouth on him. And now. "Please, Em," he pleaded. "So hard," she cooed as she ran her hands up and down him and breathed on the head of his cock. "And mine to have?" she asked when his hips shot forward in a desperate attempt to find entrance into her mouth. " _Fai come vuoi,_ " he said as he fell back into the language of his youth. "Hmmm?" she questioned as she licked the end while holding him still for her nimble tongue. "Do as you please," he translated roughly as he released her hair and slapped his hands back against the wall. His control was fraying rapidly. He had promised her that he wouldn't force her to do anything and he was dangerously close to grabbing her head and burying his cock in her wet mouth. It was taking all of his willpower to let her go at her own pace. "I do believe I will and you know what would please me, Nicola?" she asked she licked the precum leaking from him. "What?" he groaned, his chest heaving. "For you to come in my mouth. Do you think that you could do that for me? In your _brav'ragazza's_ mouth?" she asked him as she sucked the head back into her mouth, not waiting for his reply. " _Sì!_ " he agreed desperately as he locked his hands behind his neck. " _Buono,_ " she replied. " _Dio mio,_ " he panted as he flew over the edge at hearing her speak even the most basic phrases of his native tongue. * * * * * Em sucked strongly as he filled her mouth with rope after rope of semen. She could feel him trembling as she gentled her mouth and soft lips. "Empress." She smiled as she licked away the last traces of his release before slowly letting him drop out of her mouth. She was surprised when he didn't immediately soften. "Nicola?" she questioned as she ran her hand down his still hard shaft. "Yeah?" he replied hoarsely. "You are still hard. Didn't I please you?" she asked. "Yes, you did! don't mind him. He's a greedy bastard," he chuckled wearily. "Really? Well, we'll see about that," she said naughtily before sucking him back into her mouth. * * * * * Em looked at herself in the floor length mirror in Nicola's guest room. It had been a week since the episode in her closet at Empress's. They had seen each other several times since Heidi had arrived the next morning and released them from the closet. After explaining that a car had hit the transformer near the shop, she apologized for not releasing them sooner. It had knocked out all the electricity and blocked the road. It was reassuring to Em to know that the fail safe that she had installed after the first time the door had locked her in, wasn't actually defective. Even though there had been ample opportunity for Em to further their sexual relationship and she had made the offer but Nicola seemed a bit standoffish since then. Maybe he was satisfied with the oral sex that she had given him and wanted nothing further from her. So now, she was at his house, in his guest bedroom, trying on the dress as she had promised. She stared in disbelief at how the dress molded to her figure, accenting her curves but hiding her obvious flaws. Or what she saw as flaws. But now did she have the courage to go downstairs and face it's creator? * * * * * Nicola paced back in forth as he spoke with his brother. "Are you sure you know what you are doing, Nicola?" Sergio asked. "No, but if I don't try, I'll never know. She's crawled under my skin and I have to find out if she will accept me." "This is a rather harsh way to do this. Does she realize that your invitation to your private beach is actually an invitation to the family nudist reunion?" "No." "You are braver man than I am. Let hope she doesn't want your _coglione_ on a silver platter." "Rachel took to it well," Nicola said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes, she did but she loves me," Sergio agreed as his wife came into the living room. "Well, I am hoping that with everyone here wearing our new design it will ease her into my life." Nicola said sheepishly. "Lets hope it doesn't back fire on you." Sergio replied as he took Rachel's hand and led her outside to join the rest of the Rambaudi family. " _Dio mio_, I hope not." he whispered softly. "because I'm in love her." * * * * * Nicola took a deep breath as he walked up the stairs to check on Em. She had been hiding in his guest room for the last hour. He was dying to see how she looked in his design. Knocking softly on the door he waited for her to bid him to enter. "Yes," came her hesitant response. "It's me, _mi brav'ragazza_," Nicola said as he slowly opened the door. He stepped into the room and caught his breath as he saw her standing in front of the mirror. Her body showed off his creation to perfection. True, she wasn't a petite woman as Rachel or any other woman he had met. But he would never have to worry about hurting her when passion had him wrapped in it's coils. She now more than ever reminded him of an amazon princess. His amazon, he hoped. "I can't believe that you talked me into this, Nicola. This dress is quite scandalous." Em said as she turned to face him. She was surprised when he walked over and took her hands in his. She could see warmth and caring in their deep chocolate depths. "You look beautiful, _mi bella_ " he assured her as he slowly coaxed her out of the room. "Where are we going?" she asked softly. "For a walk. On my private beach. Come, _mi brav'ragazza_, be a bit daring with me." he urged. "But you are not the one that is half naked." she protested as he led her to the sliding glass door that led out to the beach. "No, _mi bella_, I am not half naked," he agreed as he opened the silk robe that he had been wearing when she arrived at his house. She gasped when he slid the robe off and stood before her in all his naked glory. "Nicola!" she gasped. "Zio Nicola!" a small girl's voice yelled from the beach. * * * * * Em swung around and blushed to the roots of her hair. Running up the beach was a small brunette that was naked as a jaybird. Or so she thought until, the little girl cme within a few feet of her. She was actually w earing a smaller version of the dress that Em herself was wearing and she looked as if she might be all of five years old. " _Buon pomeriggio,_ Rosario," he said as he dropped down on one knee and hugged the little girl, oblivious to the fact that he was kneeling on the sand naked as the day he was born. When he stood back up, he picked the little girl up effortlessly. He turned to Em, who was standing there with a shocked look on her face. "Say hello, to Empress, Rosario. She is a close friend of mine," he told the girl softly. " _Buon pomeriggio,_ Empress." the little girl said, her Italian accent thick. "Em, this is my niece. Her father and mother are visiting me from Italy. In fact we are having a family reunion this afternoon. I would love for you to stay and join us." Nicola said softly as a woman rushed up from the beach, to claim her daughter. "Rosario, I told you to wait for Nicola to bring his friend down," the woman scolded softly as she took the little girl from Nicola. "I am so sorry, Nicola. She got away from me." the woman said before hurrying back down the beach. Em couldn't believe her eyes. The mother too was wearing Nicola's design. "So what do you say, Empress. Would you do me the honor of being my date for the reunion?" he asked huskily as he pressed her hand against his beating heart. "Nicola, you can't mean to go down there like that!" Em gasped as she stared as his nude body. "Why?" he asked innocently. "Because there are children..." she said as she gestured to the people that were gathered further down the beach. "Em, look at me," he whispered. She turned and tried to keep her eyes on his. " _Mi brav'ragazza,_ I want you to understand something. The human body has nothing to be ashamed off. Whether a person is short or tall, slender or fat or somewhere in between, the human body is beautiful. And my _famiglia_ celebrates that. This is why I purchased a home that had a private beach." "You are telling me that your entire family are practicing nudists?" she squeaked. "Yes, back home, Em, nudism is very common, we don't hide our bodies. Today in honor of you, my _famigilia_ has chosen to wear my design. I am aware that not every woman or man feels comfortable walking around in the nude. Hence my inspiration for my designs. Why not give to those who aren't ready for the reality of being naked, the illusion of it while still preserving their modesty. My _famigila_ has chosen to do this as a gift to you but do not be shocked if later they decide to take them off." he said gently. Em closed her eyes at the thought of her family doing such a thing. It just boggled her mind. "Won't you at least stay and let me show you the difference between nudity and taking pleasure in the human body?" Em looked around in a daze, her mind whirling. "Why would they do this?" she finally asked. "Because I have told them that I love you, _cara mia_." he said as he stared out at the water. "You love me?" she squeaked. He turned back to face her. "Yes. I fell in love with you the first time you gave me hell for trying to use my charms on you." he said as he gently touched her hair. "You sure have a hell of way showing it!" she stated hotly. "Why are you so angry with me, Empress?" he asked. "I thought that you didn't want me anymore," she whispered. "Not want you?" he asked in disbelief. "You haven't seemed interested since that night in my closet." "Oh, _cara mia_, the only reason I didn't is because I wouldn't have been able to let you go if I had known the pleasure of possessing you fully. And I need to make sure that you can accept all of me. And this is what this is about." he said gesturing to his family on the beach. "So will you come with me?" he asked. Em looked up in his honest eyes and knew that even though she was scared, she had to give this brave man a chance. He had laid everything on the line without asking for anything more than a chance from her. "I'll go." she agreed and tentatively held her hand out to him. " _Grazie, mi brav'ragazza,_ " he whispered against the palm of her hand before pressing his lips against hers. * * * * * Six months later Empress stood at her husband's side and watched as her new nieces and nephews frolicked in the ocean waves. She found it almost a dream - like a dream come true. She had finally found a man who loved her as she was and was just as passionate about her as he was his work. Growing up in a small town in Iowa, she never one day dreamed that she would ever be standing on the beach naked as the day she was born and feel comfortable about it. But with a bit of coaxing from her sister in law and a lot of love from her husband - she had finally made it. "Zia Em, you're naked!" Rosario clapped with glee as she rushed up to Em and tackled her legs. Em smiled fondly at the little girl. "So it seems," Em said as she effortlessly picked up the little girl. "but how could I let a little girl like you, do something that I couldn't?" she teased before tickling the little girl. Rosario giggled and squirmed to be let down. Em released her with a sigh of pleasure and watched as the girl ran off to join her cousins in the warm waters. "Thank you, _mi mogile_." Nicola said as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back against his nude body. "No, thank you, Nicola, for breaking me out of my shell," she replied as she relaxed in his arms.... and they all lived happily ever after. |
Don't get me wrong. I like sex well enough. It's just not my motivating force. A woman has to be a bit more careful about such things than a man. Most of the men I've met seem to be so preoccupied with sex that it becomes impossible to even have a decent conversation with them. Unfortunately, I have the sort of body which men find most distracting. I do the best that I can to dress down, but it is difficult for me to hide it. If you must know, (I detest men who ask) I measure 42DD-23-36. I have met few males who are not reduced to drooling idiots upon seeing me no matter how hard I try to be treated as a human being rather than a piece of meat. The few, select men with whom I have been intimate were the ones who could talk to my eyes rather than my body. Even then I have always insisted on respectful love-making. I will not tolerate crude language and I insist that a man be gentle. I will not be groped. While I'm not a particular fan of fellatio I will consent to do so for a short period of time if my lover is particularly good a cunnilingus. I will not, however, allow a man to ejaculate into my mouth. I broke up with my last boyfriend, Willis, for doing such a horrible, disgusting thing. His oral ministrations on my vagina had been exemplary that night. I decided that it was only fair that I give him a small amount of extra time to have his penis in my mouth. He lost control. He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting brutally against my face. He was having coitus with my mouth! I tried to push him away because each time he entered my throat I was gagging and having trouble breathing. I had never felt so humiliated and abused in my entire life! After several minutes of his savagery he held my face to his groin and bellowed as he ejaculated directly into my throat. His penis trembled as he did so after which Willis loosened his grip on my head, pulled back and excreted his semen several times into my mouth. I almost regurgitated. When I finally managed to escape from his hands and pull my mouth of his penis he ejaculated one more time on my face! I screamed, spat his revolting fluid back into his face and told him to get out. Willis tried to apologize by telling me that I had fellated him so well that he couldn't help himself. I told him that if he couldn't control himself any better than that he had no place in my life and certainly not in my bed. I was a woman of dignity and intelligence. I was not going to be treated like some street corner prostitute! He quickly dressed and left. When he was gone I ran into the bathroom and spent the next half hour rinsing my mouth and washing my face. I wanted to leave no trace of the vile, viscous filth Willis had forced down my throat. I spent the next hour after that lying on my bed crying. I had trusted him. I had allowed him to caress my breasts. I had allowed him to enter my vagina. I had even put his penis in my mouth. He had betrayed my trust and my sexual altruism. I suppose that I should have known that he would do something like this. I should have broken up with him after that night when he asked me if he could put his penis between my breasts. He wanted to have sex with my breasts! Can you even imagine such a perversion? He apologized profusely and convinced me to let him stay. I will not be so forgiving with the next man who requests such a demeaning act. Next time I'll know. I swore that if any man ever dared to desecrate my mouth like that again he would experience a permanent and extreme pain in his testicles. Roughly a month later the company I work for sent me to a marketing conference in Cleveland. I am the marketing manager for a small picture frame manufacturer in Wisconsin. I'm very proud of my work and my position. Evidently the company was as well. I was at the conference on an expense account. By the second day of the conference I was exhausted. I had attended countless workshops and seminars and had even conducted one myself. I really didn't want to be around too many other people. I needed some time to myself. I went to the hotel bar to get myself a quick martini then I was going to go to bed. Part of the problem was that, as I had expected, the conference was mostly attended by men. I was one of probably no more than a dozen women present. At first I had thought it to be a major coup to have landed the chance to conduct a seminar. But, as it progressed I got the feeling the almost entirely male audience was there only to be able to openly leer at my breasts. They had all certainly been doing that covertly since the conference began. I was feeling frustrated and lonely. I obviously wasn't getting any respect from my male colleagues and it had been a little more than a month since I had broken up with Willis. I hadn't dated since. It was a weeknight and the bar was mostly empty. I had deliberately chosen a stool at the far end of the bar where I could be by myself. I was just thinking of abandoning the back half of my martini and going up to my room to sleep when that man walked in. He stopped in the doorway of the hotel bar and scanned the room as though he was looking for someone. Then he shook his head and walked over to take a seat three stools away from me. He ordered a beer and sipped at it while staring off into space. I wasn't sure why, at the time, but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him even though he wasn't that much to look at. He seemed to be in his early forties. I estimated his height at around five feet ten inches. His wavy, brown hair was just starting to go grey, giving it a distinguished, salt-and-pepper look. It was hard to tell what his body looked like inside his dapper, tailored suit. But, it seemed that he might be just at the beginning of gaining a middle-aged spread. He turned his head to look at me. His gaze lingered for a long time on my breasts. I didn't know what came over me, but, as he looked, I unbuttoned my suit jacket and parted it so that he could get a better look. I had never done anything like that before in my life. Given my aggravation at my male colleagues I couldn't quite understand why I was doing it then. I decided that exhaustion was making the martini hit me harder than I had anticipated. I resolved to be more careful about that in the future. He finally raised his eyes to meet mine and smiled. I suddenly felt my nipples becoming firmer. My vagina was moistening. He pointed to the stool next to him as if in invitation. I held up my index finger to indicate that he should wait a minute, grabbed my purse and my conference bag, and practically ran to the lady's room. When I got there I loosened my blonde hair from the tight bun I had it in and meticulously brushed it so that it would cascade down around my shoulders. I carefully touched up my makeup. I had no clue why I was doing it. I had never felt quite like this before. I had never reacted to a man like this before. All I knew for certain was that I had no choice. I had to do what I was doing. Just before leaving the restroom I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse to show just a hint of cleavage. I walked back into the bar trying desperately to look casual. I was about to pick up my unfinished martini and join the gentleman when he held up his hand gesturing me to stop. Then he pointed to the bar next to him. He had ordered me a fresh drink. I walked slowly over to him, giving my hips a little extra sway. I extended my hand to shake his and said, "I'm Amanda." He took my hand and said, "I'm Phil." His touch was electric. A shiver of delight raced through my entire body. My nipples became hard as little pebbles and below I was becoming downright wet. "I'm pleased to meet you, Phil," I said with what I hoped was my sexiest smile. "The pleasure is all mine," he said with a wink. That wink sent another shudder through me. It was almost like a small orgasm. "Are you here for the conference?" I asked as I undid another button on my blouse revealing the deep fissure between my breasts. "Conference?" he asked. "The National Manufacturing Marketers Expo," I said, "That's why I'm here. My company sent me to conduct a seminar." "Your company must think very highly of you," he said as he put his strong hand on my thigh. "I like to think that my work is appreciated," I said, opening my legs to invite him to explore a bit higher. "I'm not here for the conference," he said, "I'm just passing through on my way to Buffalo. Cleveland is my usual half-way stop." His hand move up my thigh until it almost reached my puss- I mean, my vagina. Then he withdrew his hand all together. My leg suddenly felt cold where his hand had been. I wanted him to put it back. I was confused and somewhat ashamed. I had never been this forward with any man. But, somehow I felt that I had no choice. Besides, I was so aroused that I didn't want to stop. We talked and laughed for nearly an hour. I was really beginning to enjoy his company. I don't know if it was the martinis, his relentless caresses, or some combination of the two, but I was beginning to get very randy. I wanted to get this man into bed as soon as possible. I don't recall ever having been this anxious to get laid. At some point he had resumed caressing my thigh. This time his hand traveled all the way to the top. He stroked my pussy through my soaked panties. I almost had an orgasm right then and there. He stopped just before I reached the breaking point. Then he lightly ran his fingers up and down my spine. I quivered at his touch which made my tits jiggle enticingly. At long last he grasped my wrist and put my hand right on the hard bulge in his trousers. I squeezed his co- I mean, his penis. No! Wait! I was right the first time! That long hard thing I felt in his pants was a cock! I wanted that cock inside me. He let go of my wrist then reached up to unfasten a fourth button on my blouse. Then he reached inside to grope my left boob. I moaned softly at the contact. It was time to ask the question that would tell me whether or not I was going to actually go to bed with him or not. If he gave me the right answer, and I prayed that he would, I was going to play hell with that big dick. "Phil," I said, "This is going to sound like an odd question, but what color are my eyes?" Phil released my tit and said, "In this light it's hard to tell." He was right in the dim, pseudo-atmospheric lighting of the hotel bar it was an unfair question. He leaned over and licked my ear. I shuddered as he whispered, "Besides, with a body like yours who the hell cares?" Then he squeezed my other tit and tweaked the nipple. I came hard. I knew that he was right about that, too. Men didn't want my eyes. The wanted my dripping pussy, huge jugs, and sucking mouth. I gave his cock a squeeze and said, "Let's get out of here and go up to my room." "Why?" he asked off handedly. "I want you," I hissed as he continued to maul my tits though my blouse. "What for?" he asked teasingly. I knew how I had to answer. I knew there was no choice. It was going to take all of my strength to get the right words to come out of my mouth, but I had to give him the right answer or I'd lose my chance at that big, hard cock. "I want you to fuck me," I whimpered with need, "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk!" "Who am I to say no to a lady?" Phil said with a smile. Perfect. All that and he still treats me like a lady. Phil had one of his strong hands glued to my ass as we walked through the lobby to the elevators. When our car arrived he ushered me in, spun me around, put his arms around me, and gave me a soul shattering kiss. Our tongues wrestled and danced all the way to the ninth floor. I ground myself against the masterful steel rod in his pants. When we finally got into my hotel room I leaned in for another kiss, but he pushed me away. I panicked. I thought that I had done something wrong. I thought that he might go away without fucking me. I couldn't bear the thought. "Please," I begged. "Calm down," he said softly, stroking my hair, "I'm not going anywhere. We just have to establish a few ground rules first." I knew the drill except that I was usually the one laying down the rules. It was so different being on the receiving end of it. I was aching with need. I was willing to do anything he demanded as long as it meant that he would ram the hard cock into my cunt. He grasped me by the shoulders and looked directly into my eyes. I felt like he was seeing the deepest parts of my soul. I could have no secrets from him. I felt like he was seeing thing inside of me that even I didn't know were there. "First," he said, "you need to know who and what you are." "I am Amanda Swithens," I said, "I am Marketing Director for the Plenther Brothers Picture Frame Company. I am a professional and intelligent woman who demands respect." "That is partially true," he said evenly, "What else are you? What do men think you are?" "A pair of big tits!" I said harshly, "Nothing more." "Well they are certainly wrong about that," he said, "You are a good deal more than that." I glowed at the acknowledgement. "You are also a woman with a damned fine ass, blowjob lips and a dripping, empty pussy," he said. He was right. I had all those assets. Why couldn't other men see that? Why did they only see my jugs? "Yes," I said adamantly, "I'm all of those things. Will you fuck me now?" I reached out to stroke the mighty pole hidden in his trousers. He slapped my hand away. "Not yet," he said sternly, "We're not done with the ground rules." He let go of my shoulder and crossed the room to sit in the easy chair by the window. I followed him like a puppy dog. I wanted him so badly. "There's one more thing that you need to understand about yourself," he said evenly, "and one thing that you need to understand about me. Is that clear?" "Yes," I said meekly. "You are one other thing besides what we've talked about," he said, "Do you know what that is?" I was dumbfounded. I couldn't imagine what he meant. We had covered everything, my name, my career, my body, and my aching desire. What else was there to be said? My nipples were so hard that they almost hurt. My cunt juices were dripping down my leg. I couldn't think of anything but the commanding bulge in his trousers. I wanted to drop to my knees right then and there and suck on it. I wanted to taste his flesh. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to swish his manly ambrosia around in my mouth to savor the flavor before I swallowed it. But, I didn't know the answer to his question. I didn't know what to say. "You don't know. Do you?" he said. "No," I cried, "Please don't go away. If you won't fuck me will you let me suck you off? I promise to swallow every drop." "Calm down," he said soothingly, "There's no shame in not knowing." I was so relieved when he said that. I was terrified that he would leave me in this excruciating state of horniness. I needed to have him inside me soon. "The answer is simple," he said, "You are a big titted slut." What? Wait! No! That couldn't be right. I was a woman of dignity. I had a thriving career. Just because I had a body that was made for sex didn't make a slut. Did it? It didn't know how to react or what to say. I knew that what he said couldn't be true, but if I denied it he might go away and not fuck me. "Ask yourself three questions and it will all become clear," he said. "Okay," I squeaked. "Do you have big tits?" he asked. "Yes," I said fearfully. Then he asked, "Are you in a hotel room with man you've known for just over an hour?" "Yes," I answered. "Are you begging him to fuck you?" he asked with a menacing smirk. It suddenly occurred to me that he was right. Why hadn't I seen it before? It was so simple. For the first time in my life I felt completely free. It didn't negate my career or my accomplishments. It didn't make my MBA in marketing go away. It just meant that I was a stacked babe who liked to fuck. "Yes!" I shouted joyously, "I'm a big titted slut!" "Good girl," he said. A tidal wave of pleasure washed over me as he said it. His praise made me feel so good. "May I suck your cock now?" I asked eagerly. "All in good time," said that amazing alpha male, "Now, who am I?" I started to say "Phil", but somehow I knew that wasn't right. He was no longer Phil. He was someone else entirely. Then it hit me. Of course! It all made sense. I knew, then, why I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of him in the bar. I knew why I had not been able to resist his silent invitation. I knew why I had felt the need to rush to the Lady's room to freshen up. I knew why I was so desperate for him to ram my twat with his superior shaft. "You are my master," I said with a big grin. "That's right," he said, "I am your master." "May I, please, suck your cock now, Master?" I begged. "A soon as you strip off that clothing," he said with a grin. I couldn't get undressed fast enough. I ripped off my blouse which sent buttons fling in all directions. It was one of my best blouses. I had worn it especially for the seminar earlier that afternoon, but I didn't care. All I cared about was getting my mouth on that magnificent cock. As I hastily stripped, my master carefully and slowly disrobed. He folded everything neatly and laid it on the easy chair. When we were both finally naked I asked, "May I suck you cock now, Master?" He nodded and said, "You may." I dropped to my knees and slammed my mouth down over that lordly pole. My tongue dabbed at the pre-cum leaking from the head. I had never tasted anything so wonderful. It sent shivers of arousal through my body. "If that's what his pre-cum is doing to me," I thought, "What will a mouthful of jizz do?" My lips formed a tight seal around the shaft as I slowly slid my mouth closer and closer to his body. I didn't have too much experience at this so I wasn't completely sure what to do. I tried to imagine what a man might like. The first thing that came to mind was to use my tongue more. I swirled it around his thick, hard staff as I carefully took more of it into my mouth. When the head of his dick finally hit the back of my mouth I made a startling discovery. My gag reflex had mysteriously disappeared. His mighty prong slid easily into my throat. When my nose hit his pubic hair I decided to try something. I didn't know if my tongue was long enough, but I needed to try. With that glorious prick lodged deep in my throat I snaked out my tongue to try to lick his huge, cum- filled, hairy balls. It worked! I did it! I was ecstatic. My mouth and throat were filled with my master's flesh. I was in heaven. I could not imagine why I had never enjoyed giving head before. Slowly I started to slide my lips back and forth along his shaft. After a time I gained a steady rhythm bobbing my head up and down on Master's scepter. Suddenly, he grabbed my skull in his strong hands and began moving his hips back and forth. That's when I knew that I was doing it right. I had made my master so hot the he was taking control of my blowjob. He was fucking my face. I was thrilled. I had never felt so used or so useful. I was giving my master maximum pleasure. "Take it, slut!" he bellowed, "Take my cock down your throat!" I put one hand on Master's ass to encourage him to thrust deeper and harder. With my other hand I reached down to thrust two fingers into my dripping gash. I desperately needed to cum. Master looked down to watch his commanding wand slide in and out of my mouth. Below that my massive tits bounced and danced in perfect time with his thrusting hips. He let go of my head with one hand and reached down to squeeze one of my jugs. "Yeah," he said through clenched teeth, "You suck it good. You were born for this. You were made to pleasure a man's cock." In the moment he said it I knew it was true. In gratitude I sucked hard enough to make my cheeks go concave around his battering ram. He let go of my tit and gripped my skull again. "Here it comes, you buxom skank!" he bellowed, "Drink it all down, slut!" I don't know why, but the name calling turned me on almost as much as the throat fucking. Suddenly, he rammed his cock into the back of my throat pressing my nose to his pubic hair. He shot rope after rope of his ball butter directly into my gullet. I managed to pull my head back far enough for the head of his cock to be lodged in the middle of my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to luxuriate in the flavor of his viscous discharge. I wanted to swirl it around with my tongue. I wanted to feel its texture on the roof of my mouth. Then I wanted to swallow every precious drop. Master came so much that I couldn't hold it all. It started to leak from my lips and dribble down onto my big tits. When he finished cumming he pulled his powerful staff out of my mouth. I reveled in his manly flavor before I finally swallowed what was in my mouth. I scooped up the bit that had dribbled onto my tits and locked it off of my fingers. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted because it was a gift from my master. I had a small orgasm just from swallowing the last bit of it. The most amazing part was that Master was still hard. That meant that I could still be fucked! "Will you, please, fuck me now, Master?" I pleaded. "Of course," he said with a kind smile, "Get on the bed on all fours." Yes! Master was going to cram his cock into my pussy! He was going to fuck me doggie style, like a bitch in heat. It was perfect because that's just what I was. I was bitch who needed a brutal shagging. I scramble up onto the bed and got into position. "Please, hurry," I whimpered. "Are you sure that you want this?" he asked. "Yes!" I said, "Now! Please?" He began to fondle my round, firm ass with one mighty hand. With the other he reached under me to diddle my clit. I shuddered through several climaxes. "Please, stop teasing," I begged, almost to the point of tears. At long last he placed the head of his manly stalk at the opening of my dripping gash. I moaned at the contact. Then he grabbed my hips and began pounding my pussy more savagely than he had fucked my throat. I had never been so full or so fulfilled. This is what my body was for. Maybe it was what my life was for. I didn't know. All I knew was that my master's cock was finally where I felt it belonged. It was ramming in and out of my hot cunt. "Yes!" I yelled, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" It seemed like I was having an orgasm with each stroke of his hard pole. Each time my pussy spasmed my master would moan at the extra pressure on his cock. Master leaned forward to reach around it front of me to grope my big tits and squeeze my nipples. I bucked, writhed, and screamed at the intensity of the stimulation. With his cock in my cunt, his hands on my tits, and his hot breath on the back of my neck I was going into serious sensory overload. His imperious ramrod never stopped moving. His hips must have been a blur with the motion. He was moving so fast that he seemed to be touching every millimeter of my pussy at the same time. I screeched when the orgasm hit me. It was like being struck by lightning. Every cell in my body was one fire. Then my master started to cum. That triggered three more climaxes just like it. At the end of the last one I must have passed out for a moment or two because the next thing that I remember was lying on the bed in Master's strong arms. I felt safe, wanted, and perfectly fucked. Master cupped my chin in his large hand and lifted my face up until our eyes met. "There is one more thing that you need to know," he said solemnly. I didn't like the tone of his voice. It didn't sound like this was going to be good news. "I am not your permanent master," he said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What could I have done wrong? I hugged him tightly and buried my face in his chest as I whimpered, "No. Please, don't send me away. I'll be good. I promise. Who will I take care of? Who will take care of me?" "You haven't done anything wrong," he said soothingly. "Then why are you sending me away?" I cried, "I can learn to be better. I'll work very hard at it. You'll see. Please, don't send me away." "Nobody is sending you away," he said, "but, you were not meant to be with me." "I wasn't?" I sniffed. "No," he said, "I was hired by another to show you your true self. I was sent to show how to properly serve. You have learned that very well." "I have?" I asked it a tiny, child-like voice, "Who sent you?" "Your new master," he said, "Your true master." "My true master?" I asked through my tears, "I don't understand." "You will very soon," he said, "Now I want you get up, find you sexiest bra and panties, and go into the bathroom to clean up and dress. When you come out I will be gone, but your new master will be here." I hugged him more tightly. "But, I don't want a new master," I said between sniffles, "I want you." Suddenly, fire seemed to flash in his eyes as he sternly shouted, "Don't defy me!" "No, Master," I whimpered in fear, "I won't." Scared and sullen I withdrew from my soon to be old master's arms. I fished through my suitcase to find the right bra and panty set and padded to the bathroom. At the doorway I paused to look pleadingly at Master. Master looked at me with what I took to be sorrowful eyes. "You've been a very good girl so far," he said softly, "Don't change that now. Don't disappoint me." "Yes, sir," I said morosely as I slumped into the bathroom. I decide that if I was going to meet someone new I had better take a shower. As the water cascaded down around me I began think about the whole thing. Who the hell did he think he was making me feel that wanted and loved then just passing me off to someone else? When I got done I was just going to go out there and give him a piece of my mind. That's what I wanted to do. Then I remembered that he said he would be gone when I came out of the bathroom. "Maybe I should just jump out of the shower now and catch him before he leaves," I thought. But, I couldn't disobey him. He would be very angry. If he was angry with me I would never be able to convince him to stay. I stepped out of the shower panicked and confused. I dried myself off and wrapped my hair in a towel. I started doing the primping and fussing I needed to do to make myself presentable to my new master. The hotel's blow drier was nearly useless, so it took me an absurd amount of time just to get my hair dry. When I finished dressed and started applying my makeup I heard voices outside the bathroom door. They were both male. My new master must have arrived. That meant that the old one was leaving. I desperately wanted to leap out of the bathroom and beg him to keep me, to not pass me on like a used rag to another man. But, that would have made them both angry with me. I wasn't sure that could bear having two masters angry with me. So, I stayed where I was. When I finished the makeup I stood in front of the mirror posing. That was partly to make sure that I looked god and partly stalling for time. My long, blonde hair draped down over my shoulder to almost touch the top of my lavender demi-bra. It cupped and lifted my torpedo shaped 42DD's in a way that made them look even bigger. I wanted to make sure that my tits were the first two things that my new master saw. I was frightened of what would happen when I went back into the hotel room. Would I like my new master? More to the point, would he like me? I didn't want to be left again. At that moment I seriously considered just locking myself in the bathroom for the night with the hope that the new master would just get tired and go away. But, I knew that I couldn't do that. I had to obey the old master's final instructions. There was nothing I could do but to go face the music. With a trembling hand I turned the doorknob. As I emerged into the hotel room I saw my new master seated in the easy chair across the room. "Willis!" I squealed with delight, "You're my new master?" "Possibly," said Willis flatly. "What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly. Willis stood up from the chair and said, "Well, the last time we were together you were very unkind to me." He was right. How could I have done that? When he came in my mouth he was just rewarding me for a job well done. But, I hadn't known that at the time. I couldn't believe what I had done. I spat his cum back in his face and screeched at him like some sort of deranged banshee. I knew that if I was going to convince him to take me back I would have to show proper contrition and obedience. I knelt before him and said, "I know. I'm sorry. I hope that you can forgive me." "That won't be easy," he said sternly, "You were not only unkind, but mean and downright rude." I don't what came over me in the next moment. Maybe it was because I was so certain from his tone that he was going to reject me, as the old master had that I leaped at him, hugged him tightly around the waist. With my cheek plastered to his crotch I began to sob, "Please, forgive me. Please, take me back. I promise I will never do that again. I didn't know it was wrong. I didn't know." He didn't say a word. He just stood over me with his arms folded, looking down at me forbiddingly. "I promise I'll suck you off every day and I'll swallow every drop," I said through my tears, "I won't hold back sex from you anymore. You can take me any time you want, anywhere you want, any way you want. I promise. Just, take me back." I was beginning to think that I might be getting through to him. Through his trousers I could feel his imperial manhood growing and stiffening against my cheek. But, then Willis said, "I'm not certain that there is any way that I can believe you after what happened." He may not have known a way, but I did. I let go of his waist and began unbuckling his belt. I was so nervous that I was having trouble getting my fingers to work right. Nonetheless I managed to get his pants down to his knees. I plunged my mouth down on his hot, hard cock taking him right down to the nuts. I snaked my tongue out to lick his ambrosia- loaded balls. He moaned and grabbed my head. I thought that he might start fucking my face right then. But, he held still and let me do all the work. I was so glad that he did. It gave me a chance to show him what I had learned. My tongue darted and dance over every surface of his hard shaft. Each time I caught a taste of his pre-cum I shivered with delight. My lips formed a vacuum seal around him as my head bobbed up and down on him. I could feel him shudder and his body stiffening. I knew that I was close getting a mouthful of his love juice. Without warning he yanked his delicious cock out of my mouth and flopped own into the easy chair. I smiled and asked, "Do you believe me now?" Through labored breathing he said, "You make a very good argument, but no. I'm not completely convinced." That worried me. I couldn't think of anything else that I could do to convince him. Then I remembered one thing that he had asked me to do a long time ago. I straightened my back and threw my shoulders back to accentuate my big tits. I reached between them to unclasp my demi-bra. I put a hand under each massive boob and lifted them in offering. "I know what you want," I said. His eyes went wide as saucers as I slapped my huge jugs around his flesh- covered steel rod and started to bounce them up and down on his lap. He threw his head back and moaned. He slapped his hands down over mine to squeeze my funbags more tightly around his cock. Then he began to frantically buck his hips up into the deep fissure. "That's it," I said, "Fuck my big tits! Fuck them until you shoot you gonad grease all over my cleavage and my slutty, little face. Then watch me slurp it all up and swallow it down." "Oh, my god," he growled as he brutally banged my boobs, "I've wanted to do this since the day I met you, Babe." I came hard when he called me "Babe". He only ever called me that in the heat of passion. I had hated that name before. I did a lot of things wrong before. I had always loved him, but before I hadn't known how to do it properly. But, as he fucked my tits I knew. I knew how to love him, and I knew what I needed. My old master had been right. This was my true master. When Willis called me "Babe" I knew that I had convinced him. I knew that I had a forever home with my Willis, my man, my master. |
Being a recently reitred m.p. in the army, I was currently unemployed and looking for a job. My luck hadn't been any good until I happend onto a great opportunity when I took my friend into the emergency room, for something he had done to his back. As we were walking into the e.r. a fight broke out between a nurse and patient who obviously didn't want to be there. I used some restraint moves that I had learned while in the military and quickly had the patient subdued and under control, until the security guards arrived to insure the saftey of the medical staff. The doctors and nurses were impressed with the speed and effiency of how I handled the out of control patient, and mentioned to me how the hospital was short staffed at the moment for security guards. With the great references from the doctors and nurses I soon had my job. Being the new guy on the block I drew the overnight duty. This wasn't bad because it gave me time to get to know the corridors of the hospital, and all the employees that I worked with. My favorite floors where the telemetry floor and the emergency room, both had great looking nurses, that were friendly and out going. Being the only one on shift at nights was kind of lonely so I hung out at my two favorite floors alot flirting with the nurses and helping out where needed. Friday and Saturday nights were the busiest for the hospital and me, but during the week I found myself quite bored. My main duty during the week consisted of escorting the nurses and aids out to their cars when they left. It started inocently enough between Myra and myself, she was one of the nurses on telemetry and they weren't always the busiest floor. It was exceptionally slow one night and she was let go early and didn't want to go to her car alone, so she called me to the floor to escort her outside. When I arrived she grabbed my arm and led me down a back corridor to a service elevator that was used primarily for the employees to go in and out from the back entrance. Myra had the body and attitude of a 19 yr old college freshman, long red curly hair that hung about half way down her back, baby blue eyes, a smile that warmed your heart, lusicious full round breast, a thin waist and long toned legs that jutted out of her nurses skirt. Being 30, she was 6 years my senior, but that didn't bother her, and it made her even more attractive to me. When we got to the doors of the elevator, she pushed the down button and when she turned around to look at me, I noticed a sparkle in her eyes, something I hadn't noticed on our way down the hall. Myra grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her, stood on her tip toes and reached up and gave me an unexpected kiss on the cheek. "What was all that about?" " I have enjoyed our chats at the nurses station when your there, and from talking to you and the other nurses I figured out you don't have a girlfriend, so I thought I would take a chance. I hope you don't mind?" she said "Mind? No I didn't mind it just caught me by surprise. Abet a good surprise." I replied The ding of the elevator broke our trance, and as the doors opened Myra stepped in as I admired her ass in her tight white skirt. As I entered and the doors closed behind me she pulled my shoulders down and gave me a kiss that lingered on my lips that seemed like forever. I embraced her and started kissing her back, with the enthusiasm of a man just released from jail. My hands had just started to wander down her back when the elevator jolted to a stop and the lights went out. My walkie talkie started going off like crazy, something had knocked out the main power to the hospital and here I was stuck in the service elevator with Myra. As I was talking to one of the maintence men, the secondary power kicked on but our elevator wasn't hooked up to it, as our elevator was an old secondary elevator. The maintence man said he would be there as soon as possible, but he was checking all the medical equipment, phone lines, and the main elevators first. As I was just finishing up talking to the maintence guy, Myra started running her hands up and down my chest. When she reached the top of my uniform, she started to unbutton it one button at a time, the last few she unfastened with her teeth. " I hope you don't mind if I get you a little more comfortable?" she asked with a bit of sarcasim in her voice. "We shouldn't do this, we could be suspended, or even loose our jobs, if we get caught" I half heartly protested. "You have the walkie talkie, and you will know when they are getting ready to get our elevator up and running." Myra reminded me. "Well, I" I began to say, but my thought was interupted as Myra was now pinching one nipple and sucking on the other one. As Myra was busy sucking my nipples I took the oppurtunity and unzipped her uniform and slipped it off her shoulders. She stopped her minstrations on my nipples long enough to let her skirt slide to the floor. With what little light that was entering the elevator from the floors above and below us, I could barely make out the white lace bra that kept her ample breast from spilling out. I could also make out the white thong panties and white thigh high stockings she wore. As I stood there taking in as much as her beauty as I could, I felt Myra's hand begin to unfasten my belt and undue the button to my slacks. I reached down to caress her breast but as I did Myra slithered down my body to her knees. The benefits for working at the hostpital I thought as she released my cock from the restraints of my boxer shorts. I backed up against the wall, and slowly slid down until I was sitting on the floor with Myra. By now Myra had her hand wrapped around my shaft and was gently pumping it up and down. "Oh Myra, that feels fantastic!" She looked up at my with that sparkle still in her eye, and just smiled at me as she lowered her face into my lap. Her hand was now massaging my balls and her tongue was snaking it's way around my bulbous head. I wasn't sitting by idoly either, as I was getting the best head I have had since I have been in the military, I was fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Feeling my troubles Myra took her free hand and unclasped it for me, leaving my hands free to remove it for her as soon as I felt the tension release. Being nearly pitch black and only being able to see shadows and outlines I let my fingers be my eyes. I began to trace my index fingers down both sides of her body, starting at her face and neck and slowly working my way down to her hips and back up her abdomen to her breast. Myra's nipples were protruding out like erasers on top of a pencil. As I started pinching and rubbing her nipples her actions on my dick became faster and more intense. Her nipples were responding to my agressive attack on them, by getting even harder. It was also making Myra hotter, and impatient. She took her free hand and reached up and grabbed my hands and brought them down to her stocking clad legs. As I started caressing her legs, I slid down enough to take her lovely nipples into my mouth. Myras magic mouth was performing flawlessly on my rock hard member. She was deep throating me like a pro. Roaming her tongue around the base of my dick on her down stroke and licking the tip when she was on top. Her right hand was gingerly fondling my balls, while her left hand was circling my tight little bung hole, something I have never experienced but was enjoying emmensly. I was getting to the point of no return, when she abruptly stopped her oral minstrations. Myra looked at me with passion and fire in her eyes as she slid her panties down her legs and slithered up my body. I could feel my dick uncontrollably flinch as Myra rubbed her pussy on it over and over...getting me all lubed up. The anticipation was driving me nuts, I was about ready to reach down and grab my cock and thrust it into her dripping wet cunt, when she slowly started sliding down onto it herself. I felt my tip enter her love tunnel, inch by inch. When she had the first couple inches of my eight inch cock in her she stopped, bent over and gave me a kiss. As our lips touched she pounded her pussy down fast and hard until i could feel her blood engorged pussy lips kissing my balls. I could tell Myra was in a highly sexual state when I felt her tongue outlining my lips and seen that "look" in her eyes. She just sat there for a few seconds feeling and adjusting to my size. Then she started the wildest thing I have ever felt, she started fucking me with her cunt muscles. Myra started rotating her hips while squeezing my dick with her love muscles. I pulled her head down to mine and gave her a deep passionate kiss, just to keep from moaning. As we were kissing, I took my hands and started massaging her tight buns, and began to thrust farther into her passion. Myra was still squeezing my cock with her muscles, but now she had begun to slide up and down my shaft. Rotating her hips at the bottom and squeezing my head when she was at the top. Myra started pumping faster and faster, driving her pussy down on my shaft harder and harder each time. Her ass was slapping my balls on each down stroke. As her movements became faster she started to moan louder and louder, her sounds echoeing off the walls of the elevator. "I ammmm going to cummmmm", she screamed. "Cum with meeee pleaseeeee!!!" That was all the encouragment I needed, I started pumping up hard, into her down strokes. Myra was now riding me fast and furiously, moaning louder and louder. I could hear her juices sloushing around my prick, and her unrecognizable words coming from her mouth were driving me closer to the brink. Myra came down hard on me, as I pumped hard into her, and that is all it took. I felt my cum run through my veins as in slow motion before shooting out and into her already drenched pussy. Myra felt my cock pulse and that sent her over the edge, she began to dig her nails into my bare chest and moan uncontrollablly. Moving at such a fast and furious pace all I could make out was the blur of flesh tone. She pounded down on my dick on last time as she just died with total sexual full fillment. As she layed on top of me recovering we began a long sensual kiss, and were just enjoying our encounter when the lights flickered in the elevator, then popped on. Myra jumped off me, our combined juices flooding out of her pussy and onto my dick and the elevator floor. I heard the muffled sounds of voices, looking around I found my walkie talkie buried under my clothes that were bunched up in the corner. I found the walkie talkie and heard our maintence man asking me if were ready to move. I was just tucking in my securtiy shirt and Myra was finishing straightening out her uniform and combing her hair when the elevator doors opened up to the basement and the back entrance. There were several people standing there looking suspiciously at us as we stepped off. Myra looked at me with that same sparkle in her eye, grabbed my arm as before and led me out into the now moonlit courtyard. The American College Dictionary defines an interlude as: 1. An intervening episode, period, space, etc. For my purpose here, it will be used as a quickie. No plot to worry about, just great sex with the hottest woman around. There will be more interludes to follow. A Beach Interlude I was following her as we walked up the beach. I was there on vacation by myself and was rather hoping to find a young lady to pass some time with. She was a tall woman with long blonde hair and a great figure. She was wearing a red string bikini that was pretty skimpy. I was slowly gaining on her and after a few minutes I was walking along beside her. I said "Hi. My name's Jeff. Do you mind if I walk along with you?" She looked me up and down in an obviously appraising manner that caught me a little off guard, then replied, "Not at all. My name's Angel." Now that I was beside her I realized that she was actually a few inches taller than me. But it didn't seem to bother her so I wasn't going to let it bother me. We passed the time getting to know each other for a while as we walked up the beach. She was getting more and more friendly and when I tried to be funny she actually laughed and put her hand on my arm. After a few more minutes she looked at me and said, "The sun is really getting me hot and so are you. Why don't we go out into the water and cool off?" I said, "Fine with me!" and followed her out into the surf. I watched her sexy ass sway as it slowly disappeared into the water. Once we got out to where the water was about belly deep between the waves, she turned and pulled me to her. She then leaned down and kissed me. It was an incredible kiss! Her tongue filled my mouth and began to leisurely explore it as her hands moved all over my body. I got an instant erection in my swim shorts. As she pressed her long body tightly against mine I could feel something growing hard in her bikini bottoms. The more she kissed me the larger and harder the bulge in her bikini grew. She let out a low moan as she rubbed her bulging crotch against mine. Even through my shorts I could tell that her bulge was bigger than mine. I wasn't sure how to react. She was a beautiful woman and kissing her was blowing my mind. She also had a very nice set of breasts that were pressed against the upper part of my chest as she continued to kiss me lustfully. I thought that anyone watching us wouldn't know what was in her bikini bottoms so I decided to just give in to her. She had her arms around my lower back with her hands on my ass pulling me against her forcefully as she continued to kiss me. My head was spinning as she kissed me and ground her crotch against mine. Her bulge continued to grow, and so did her urgency as she squeezed me against her. Angel pushed both of her hands down my shorts and squeezed my ass cheeks once before sliding her right hand between them and pushing her index finger into my tight asshole. I would have yelped but her tongue was still in my mouth. She added another finger and worked them in and out of my ass for a few minutes as I sucked on her tongue. When she added the third finger she moaned into my mouth and started to use her left hand to untie my shorts and push them down around my ankles. Once my shorts were down she moved her bikini bottoms to one side, releasing her cock. I could feel how big it was as she rubbed it against mine and pushed it between my legs. The feel of her breasts against my chest and her big cock slipping between my legs made my knees go weak. She grabbed my leg with her free hand and pulled it up onto her hip, all the while kissing me and fingering my ass. She pushed her cock back to where her fingers were having their way with me. She pulled her fingers out and put them under the head of her cock, pushing it up into my now slightly prepared ass. She moaned again into my mouth as she pulled my other leg up and wrapped it around her waist so that she was supporting my weight in the water. With her hands back on my ass, she slowly and steadily pushed her cock and tongue into me fully, moaning as she did so. She gripped me to her tightly as she began to fuck me right there in the surf. The waves would come through up around her shoulders and the troughs would go down around her waist far enough so that if someone was paying attention they would know that my legs were wrapped around her instead of the other way around. One trough was so low that it had to have been obvious to anyone watching us that this beautiful blonde had her big dick buried in my ass. My back was to the beach, so only Angel knew if someone saw us or not and she didn't appear to care. She was doing a lot of grinding with very short thrusts because the water washes the lubrication away and can make things very painful if your not careful. I could feel her big cock pushing my insides around. As she got closer to an orgasm she moaned and groaned into my mouth as she churned my insides. I slipped my hands inside her bikini top and began to pinch her nipples and roll them between my fingers. Then I gripped her breasts and started to kneed them and squeeze them. She kept groaning and moaning into my mouth while her excitement continued to build. After a few minutes of this she exploded into my ass. Shooting load after hot load into me as she buried her big cock in me to the hilt. My own cock was still kind of hard but I hadn't gotten off yet. Angel stayed inside me until her cock began to go limp. She pulled out of me and let me stand back up on my own. She adjusted her cock back into the bikini and fixed the top back to what small amount of coverage it had before we started. While she did this I just stood there in an embarrassed silence. She looked at me and said, "Thank you, that was very fun." Then she proceeded to start walking toward the beach. "Wait! Where are you going?" I asked. "Back to the condo." She said as though I was a little slow witted. "But... can't I go with you?" I asked. "No." Angel said simply. "But I didn't even get to have an orgasm." I protested. "Maybe you didn't notice, but I wasn't really worrying about whether you had one or not. I just fucked you because it felt good for me." She said easily, then turned and walked the rest of the way out of the ocean and started back down the beach the way we had come. I started out of the water to follow her when I realized that I no longer had my shorts on. I felt along the sand, but of course they were nowhere to be found. I looked back to the beach, but Angel was already out of sight. A Balcony Interlude Angel awoke in an early morning pool of sunshine that was falling on the bed all around her. The sun made her beautiful hair shine as it lay on the pillow. She stretched luxuriously and rolled onto her back causing the crisp white cotton sheet to slip down, revealing her full firm breasts. Her outline showed easily through the sheet, but what was most evident was the tent her early morning erection was making under the sheet. She looked to her right but the young man she had come home with last night was not in bed with her. As Angel remembered the night before, a broad smile crept across her face making her eyes sparkle in the morning sunshine. She pushed the sheet off of her shapely body, slipped her long legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. She could smell coffee now and decided she wanted to go into the kitchen to get a cup. Angel looked around for her clothes then saw one of his light blue dress shirts laid carefully over the back of a chair. She couldn't resist, so she picked up the shirt and slipped it on. She buttoned it just below her breasts so that her ample cleavage showed and headed out into the kitchen. Her hard on had subsided enough so that it wasn't standing out through the front of the shirt, but her hard nipples were very obvious. Angel opened several cupboards before she found a coffee cup. She poured a cup of coffee and turned around to lean against the counter. That was when she saw her new friend through the open sliding door, standing on the balcony off of the living room. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and leaning on the railing looking down at the pool below as he drank his own cup of coffee. Angel thought to herself how inviting he looked bent over the railing. She admired his muscular legs and broad back as she walked through the living room toward the balcony and she could feel her hard on coming back as she looked at him. She stepped up behind him and pressed her growing erection against his firm tight ass. He started to stand up, but Angel put her free hand on his back and pushed him back down onto the railing. She continued to rub her growing cock into his butt crack as she caressed his back with her free hand and sipped her coffee. Angel looked across the pool to the condos on the other side and noticed that a few other balconies had people on them enjoying the early morning sunshine or having breakfast and reading the paper. She had to admit that this was a great way to start off her day as well. The feeling of his satin boxers between her cock and his ass cheeks began to make her want more. Angel leaned forward and set her coffee cup on the railing off to one side and out of the way. Now that both hands were free she started to rub his body more eagerly as she ground her hard cock into his ass cleavage. Angel ran her hands all over his back, then down his sides, across his hips and onto his muscular thighs. She moved her hands around to the back of his thighs and pulled one leg of his boxers up so she could get her cock inside and against his sphincter. He started to stand up again saying, "I think we need to move back into the bedroom." Angel pushed him back down and said, "What, and waste a beautiful morning like this? I don't think so." Angel reached forward and grabbed the railing on either side of him and easily pushed the entire length of her big cock into his ass. It was a good thing she had stretched him out the night before or he would have let out a much larger yell than he did. Much to his horror, he realized that he had made enough sound to make a few of the people look up to see what was going on. Angel continued to hold onto the rail as she slowly pumped her big cock in and out of him. To his embarrassment, the few people who had heard his first noise also alerted the others close by and they were all starting to watch Angel thrusting into him. Even though his boxers were silk they were starting to hurt Angel's cock. So she pulled herself out of him long enough to grab his shorts and push them down around his ankles. Before he realized what had happened she was already holding onto his hips and pushing her big cock back into his ass. Angel looked up, and for the first time noticed that there were people watching her have her way with him on his own balcony. The fact that she had an audience really excited her! Where before she had been fucking him because it just felt good, she now started to play to the crowd. She began to exaggerate her movements, making a big show of pulling all the way out until just the head of her cock was in him, then thrusting back into him hard so that his body rocked forward with each thrust. She reached up and unbuttoned the shirt, pulling it open, so that they could all watch her breasts sway and bounce with each hard thrust. Angel began to moan loudly as she pumped his ass harder and harder. Then, just so the crowd would know exactly what their relationship was, she took both of her hands from his hips and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair with one hand while she pinched one of her nipples with the other hand. She put both of her hands in her hair and pushed it up off of her neck and on top of her head as she stuck her breasts forward wiggling her shoulders to make her boobs bounce even more. He, of course, stayed in the same position, allowing her to continue enjoying him to the fullest. She continued to moan louder and louder as she got closer to what was going to be a great orgasm. Angel grabbed a hold of the railing again and started to ram into him as hard as she could, grunting and moaning loudly. His hips were against the railing and he was feeling the full power of each thrust. Angel wrapped her arms around him, pushing her breasts against his muscular back as she pulled him into a standing position and began to pinch his nipples hard as she continued to thrust into him. Angel spoke loudly, "I'm going to cum babe! I'm going to fill you with my hot cum. Do you want it?" He nodded his head yes, but that wasn't going to get it. So Angel said even louder, "Do you want my cum in your ass? You better shout it out or I'm going to see how long I can keep this up before I cum!" He wanted to have this humiliation over as soon as possible so he shouted, "Yes! Please cum in me Angel!" And with that she started to blow a huge load into him while making as much noise moaning and groaning as she could. To his further embarrassment he shot his own load through the railing and off the balcony onto the concrete below. Angel pulled out of him to the sound of people clapping and yelling. She stepped up beside him, slipped her arm around him and pulled his hip over against hers so it was easy for everyone to see her bigger cock along side his smaller one. This was the final humiliation and he stood there with his head hanging as Angel waived to the cheering crowd like a beauty queen in the Miss America pageant. A Kitchen Interlude Angel was walking up to the door of her home. She was tired, in a bad mood, and very horny. She had been at a photo shoot all day. The fluffer guy that usually kept her hard had the day off and another one hadn't been hired, so this meant that she had to keep her cock hard for the pictures all by herself. As she went to put her key in the door she noticed movement in the kitchen. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen. There at the sink was an old friend, Gerald, and he was wearing an apron and nothing else. Angel viewed this with mixed emotions. She now knew she wouldn't have to stay horny, but Gerald was having problems letting go of the relationship. He was a little too willing to play the girl part for Angel's tastes. Angel liked her guys to be guys, not some kind of girl wanna be. He was addicted to Angel's cock, and the worse she treated him the better he seemed to like it. Angel was kind of pissed to see him in her house, but she was also really horny and his ass did look great poking out of the back of that apron. Gerald had a great body. He was lean and hard, very muscular and had done work posing as a men's magazine cover model. He looked over his shoulder and said in a cheery voice, "Hi Honey! It's good to have you home. As soon as I get these dishes cleaned up I'll start making supper. I stopped at the store and got some great little Cornish game hens that I'm going to roast on the grill." Angel's big head was telling her to order him out of the house immediately, but her little head was telling her to bend him over the sink and fuck the hell out of him first. Angel dropped her bag of clothes on the floor and pulled up her short black skirt. She didn't have any panties on and her cock was already getting hard. Without speaking a word, Angel walked across the kitchen, put a hand on Gerald's back and pushed him over the sink. With her other hand she lined up her now hard cock with his asshole and with one big push shoved it all the way into his un-expecting ass. "I guess this means you're glad to see me?" Gerald asked breathlessly. Between clenched teeth Angel replied, "Don't talk to me. I'll do the talking." With that Angel began to pump his ass. She was still completely dressed in the short black skirt, white sweater top, and high heeled shoes. "I don't know what possessed you to come back here after I told you to leave, but since you have, perhaps I'll just keep you here." Angel continued to fuck him as she talked, her balls slapping against him with each thrust. "This time you will do exactly what I tell you to do. You will stay in the house at all times. You will not wear any clothing in my presence unless told to do so. You will do all of the cooking, cleaning, washing, and any other job around the house that I give you. When I enter a room that you are in, you will kneel so that your head is at no time above my breasts, which you are not allowed to touch at ANY time." As Angel talked she started to pound her cock into him harder. She was trying hard to scare him out of her life for the last time. She continued laying out his new future. "You will be nothing more to me than a house slave and a hole for me to get off in. No matter what you are doing, if I want to cum, I'll just grab you and use you in place of my hand. If you are on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor, I'll squat down and have a little of your ass if I want, and you better not stop scrubbing! While I'm sitting on the couch watching TV, you will be expected to suck my cock or my toes for hours if need be. But I don't want you to think there is going to be a lot of sex going on. I may use you four times in one day and I may not touch you for a month. It will be entirely up to me." Angel was now ramming her big cock into him. The combination of being really horny and all the things she was telling Gerald he was going to have to do to get to stay was turning her on in a major way! A small part of her half hoped he would agree to her conditions. She continued, "If I have friends over you will be at their disposal just as you are mine. You will be expected to give them what ever they want. Whether it's sex, a foot rub, paint their nails, whatever, you'll do it. And you can be sure that I'll let them all know that they can use and abuse you at will. If I do take you out of the house be prepared to have the whole world know that you are my slave. You will be expected to walk behind me with your eyes on my feet. You will talk to no one, unless I give you permission. Do not think that displeasing me will get you thrown out of the house if you get tired of your life here. The first time you displease me I will take you to a dentist friend of mine who would do anything for me and have all of your teeth pulled so that you will be better able to pleasure me with your mouth." A thrill ran down Angel's spine as she thought about how good a head job would feel from a man with no teeth. She was dangerously close to having an orgasm, but she had to wait and finish what she was telling him. She slowed her thrusts. Making each one deliberately, and continued, "The second time you displease me I will take you to another very good friend of mine and have your balls removed and placed in a jar. The third and final time that same friend will remove your cock and give you a pussy. I will then have a party and let all my friends enjoy your new pussy. After the party you will be sent from my house, never to return." Angel couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed a hand up under her sweater and started to pinch her nipple while she pumped her big cock into his ass as hard as she could. Her heavy balls slapping into his smaller ones with each thrust made him grunt with the pain. Angel was nearing her orgasm and almost forgot that she was also trying to scare off Gerald. She quickly got back on track and said, "So Gerald, what's it going to be? Are you going to become my house slave or are you going to slink out of my door forever?" Angel asked, panting with her exertions. Angel was pretty sure that Gerald had more of a wife role in his mind than a slave role, and that was what she was banking on. "Gerald I'm going to pull out of you and turn you around. You're going to drop to your knees and sit before me." Angel commanded. "You're going to grab my cock and finish me off with your mouth. If you keep me in your mouth and swallow my cum that is the last bit of me you will ever get. To accept my terms, pull me out of your mouth and let me shoot my cum all over your face while you look up at me adoringly. Do you understand?" Gerald nodded yes. Angel pulled out of him and grabbed his shoulder spinning him to face her. He quickly dropped to his knees and sat back on his heals as Angel stepped up to him with her hands on her hips. Gerald grabbed her cock and devoured it. He took it all the way into his throat. Something he had never done before. He looked up at her past her breasts and Angel couldn't read the look in his eyes. She thought she might have gone too far and was about to get herself a house slave. Gerald's mind was spinning as he pulled back off of her cock to catch his breath for a few seconds before plunging her back into him. He was very torn. Part of him wanted to be her slave, he looked up at how beautiful she was when she was angry and imagined how great it would be to see her like that often. Especially from his current point of view. But he knew what he really wanted was for her to fall in love with him, and now it was obvious that was never going to happen. But if he served her well maybe she could fall in love with him! Angel was really enjoying Gerald's new talent for deep throating her. She was enjoying it so much she was ready to cum. Angel looked down past her breasts and into his eyes. She then said simply, "I cum." Angel watched his face and eyes. She could see his torment and indecision. Just as she started to cum, Gerald grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her big cock all the way into his throat as he closed his eyes. Angel smiled as she grabbed his head and ground her crotch against his mouth while she finished cumming. It looked like she was done with Gerald after all. _P.S. There have been some public comments about how unrealistic my stories are...well duh, they're fantasies. I've watched enough videos to know how things really work and how rare it is for a T-Girl to even keep it up if she's being a top. So relax, I'm not delusional, and eventhough I put forth some pretty extrem ideas in these stories even I don't take them seriously. These stories are just for fun._ |
I have a small handyman business. A friend is always finding me work because he knows so many families that need help on their homes. Without Jim I would have been no where successful as I am. He had asked me to paint his daughters duplex, which was on the other side of town just a mile out of the university. He bought the building so that his daughter could be close to school and away from home. He also placed a pair of Asian graduate students in the other unit. It was for his daughter Leah, about 19 or 20 yrs old. I had never seen much of her because she was always involved in that child program life, on activity after another. Jim and his wife had also a son who was not even 12 yet. I finally went over to look at the job. Leah knew that today while at school I would be around to figure out how much to charge for the painting of the 2 bedroom unit. I was given a key by Jim and was told to go there about 1 pm. I showed up. No one was home. I was looking around sizing the job up. Standard college living quarters, cheap couch, dinette set, no dishwasher, 2 bathrooms, vary sparse if you expected a Taj Mahl. At one point I had to move Leahs' dresser so I could look at the wall it was hiding. While moving it, I noticed it was just starting to fall apart, so I was going to give it some attention. I went to my truck and came back with my tools and some glue. I started to empty out the drawers. As I unloaded the first one, I found a video at the bottom of the socks and leggings. I looked the tape over and it had no markings on it. I figured I had 2 hours there and knew that 800 dollars I would paint the unit. I turned on the TV and played the tape. It began with it being out of focus and a lot of noises. Like an amateur was trying to figure out how to run the camera. The picture cleared up and began to pull away from the black mess that turned out to be female. I began to notice that it was 2 females and they were kissing. As the kiss ended I could tell that one of the female forms was Leah. She was kissing the other girl and she was shirtless. As the camera picture opened up more and showed she was with a bunch of girls. All were topless and Leah was fulfilling their requests. These other women were calling "Baby Leah to..." kiss feet, asses, and breast, whatever they were asking she did. She then was told to strip and get ready. The camera moved in and framed her as she removed her bra, then her bikini panties. The music was like a Gregorian chant. I watched her move up to a bench or low table and lay down on her back. This table turned like those you have seen with a lazy Suzanne ring. As she was moved around her legs were opened and she was being rubbed by some of the other women. I began to wonder just what the fuck this tape was about. Was Leah a witch or into alternative lifestyle that had an occult spin. She was given a big black dildo. She was told to end her old ways and accept that to be in she had to show her ability to satisfy all request. Leah took the big black dildo and began to rub near her fur covered pussy, and then, lick it clean. Some of the females around her would take the dildo and fuck her with it. This was some video. While watching it, I laid down on Leahs' bed and freed my dick so I could stroke it. Leah was just smoking hot watching her do this to herself. That voyeur aspect in life was giving me such a boner. As I looked around her room I became aware of her dirty clothes. I noticed her bras and panties on top of the heap. Leah is about 5 ft 3 in. and was very fit by what I saw in the video. I took notice of her tag on the bra and it said 34-A. I checked out her panties, size 6. I could smell her heady scent. Watching, this video made me hard. I was pulling on myself. I was really into this whole erotic scene. Here was this young woman I knew doing this very lesbian event and I was sniffing at her bra and panties. I did not hear when Leah had come through the front door of her home. I did hear her as she just about entered her bedroom. "Hey Andy, what's you doing?" Into her bedroom she came. Here I was with my dick out and watching a video. Beating my stick like it was no tomorrow. Leah fell silent and just stared down at me. Damn she is young, cute, and bubbly with small areola and nice nipples, taut stomach and that hairy pussy. Let me tell you about the rest later. What do you think of when you hear the word "control"? "Control" is used in many contexts these days: people try to "control cholesterol," there is "parental control" of TV channels, "controlled burning" of forests is debated, and there are the ever-popular birth, pest, and remote "control" options -– not to mention "control groups"! To a submissive like me, even though I use the word in many of these ways, "control" signifies the exercise of a restraining or directing influence over ("to regulate") or to have power over ("to rule"). But, at times in my submission, "control" has meant "to check, test, or verify by evidence or experiments." The main thing about control for a submissive is the giving over of it to a Dominant, which at times has been an intractable problem for me. There are jokes about people being "out of control," a phrase that can be used very seriously or not seriously at all. Someone in the throes of psychosis or paranoia may be "out of control;" someone intoxicated with alcohol or high on drugs may be described as being "out of control" as well. I have used the phrase, usually without a great deal of thought about its levels of meaning, but I find that submission has given me a new respect and consideration for the concept of being "out of control." As a submissive, when I completely and fully relinquish control of my physical body, my emotional attitude, my psychological concepts, and my daily activities to a Dominant, I feel "out of control." Past experiences of feeling "out of control" always were extremely negative, which accounts somewhat for my difficulty in achieving full and complete submission. Rigorous control of my personal behavior and any expression of my feelings has been part of my life for decades, helping me fit in with my family and with others in my profession. The select group of friends who knew the more emotional and less controlled person I really was provided an insufficient outlet, so my rebellion against my self imposed restrictions (and the lack of a Dominant to serve) resulted in a lifestyle that was damaging to me physically, medically, and emotionally, and that cut me off from most of society. The control that characterized my professional life, gaining me recognition and respect, was threatened when I allowed myself free rein to eat anything (and nearly everything) whilst performing only the barest minimum of physical activity. The more I achieved professionally, the more I ate, and the more weight I gained; ultimately, when my weight had reached over 350 pounds, even my professional standing was threatened. I simply became too fat to work at the level I demanded of myself and had led my supervisors to expect from me. I dragged myself through 10-12 hour work days, only to come home and collapse in front of the television, eating pizza or other fatty foods in quantities far beyond what my sedentary, though busy, days could use for energy. When I realized that the area in which I had allowed myself to be "out of control" was threatening an area of my life upon which I relied for the modicum of self-esteem I permitted myself, I underwent bariatric surgery and lost 100 pounds over the course of a year. However, once the weight had been reduced to the point at which I could function at a high level professionally again, the scale stopped dropping. I stayed at or around the still excessive weight of 250 pounds for more than 10 years following my bariatric surgery. It was only when I began my submissive service and experienced the dual benefit of at last having an outlet for my submissive nature and having the guidance and encouragement of the Dominant I served that I began focusing my attention on healthy nutrition and hydration, as well as physical exercise and conditioning. My new focus ensured that my excess weight could be lost; over the course of my first year of submission, I lost 130 pounds, reaching the lowest weight of my adult life. Even more importantly, the weight loss has not been ephemeral; it has been maintained, and even increased, as I have moved into my second year of submissive service. Despite the obvious connection of submissive service (with its requirement of relinquishing control in many areas of my life) and my weight loss success, letting go of the control I upon which I have relied for years takes more than conscious choice. Working toward that goal requires daily (if not hourly) monitoring and encouragement. Changing the pattern of decades requires rooting out the neural pathways pounded into my brain through years of repeated thinking and behaviors about myself, and my relationship to other people. Because I understand this, because I know first-hand just how difficult and multi-layered a task my submission requires, I am proud of the progress I have made, although I have fallen short of my goals and the achievements the Dominant I serve hoped I would reach. After more than a year of submissive service, I finally have learned that, when I am "out of control" as that condition existed in my life before my submissive service, I am most in control. I am in control because the Dominant is exerting control more extensively and objectively than I could. The Dominant not only has the benefit of perspective and understanding that is difficult to achieve about oneself, but the Dominant has the benefit of being Dominant -- being in control whilst directing, instructing, and guiding a submissive is who and what the Dominant is, just as relinquishing control, following direction, taking instruction, and allowing myself to be guided is who and what I, as a submissive, am. The Dominant exercises rigorous control over my experiences, carefully monitors and guides my reactions to those experiences, and works calmly and patiently with me to help me appreciate and accept both the experiences and emotions for the lessons they are. At the same time, the Dominant also must control the Dominant's actions, reactions, and needs. The Dominant must protect the Dominant AND the submissive, even when their needs and desires conflict. When the submissive has given up everything to the Dominant, the submissive bears the burden of the choices and instructions of the Dominant. But the Dominant bears the greater burden, for the Dominant must choose for two. If the Dominant deserves the trust and relinquishment of control granted by the submissive, the Dominant makes choices that support and encourage the submissive's growth in service and joy in submission. The responsible Dominant feels the weight of the duty owed to one who has been granted full access to heart, mind, body, soul, and spirit of another. The submissive serves in ways that please the Dominant, even if those ways are not ones the submissive personally would have chosen; still the Dominant must provide the submissive with ways to serve that reward the submissive so that submission will continue being offered freely, fully, and without restraint. For a long while, I have thought of the balance between Dominance and submission, the dynamic that operates in D/s relationships, as a sort of "which came first, the chicken or the egg" puzzle. Although I understand that a submissive must freely choose to serve, it was more obvious to me that the submissive must surrender the choices born of ego, the desires springing from self-love, and the limitations designed to protect the submissive's idea of herself to the Dominant. The idea that the Dominant is the less-powerful partner in the couple was difficult for me to grasp. I began submission noting all the actions, thoughts, and feelings given into the Dominant's control. I focused on responding to the Dominant's instructions, preferences, and directions. As a result, I fully believed that, once my initial choice to serve the Dominant was made, each and every other choice belonged to the Dominant. Perhaps I can be forgiven this way of thinking – I am very new to submission, and the Dominant I serve has very formalized, rigorous (one might even say strict) standards for the performance of a submissive. My service has encompassed everything in my life – from the top of my head (no more short hair) to the soles of my feet (4" stiletto heels as standard footwear). The preference that I ask permission from the Dominant to pause in conversation in order to use the toilet, the need to secure the Dominant's permission to buy a gift for a parent, and the idea that the Dominant knows what I am feeling and thinking – sometimes before I acknowledge either to myself – made it seem to me that the Dominant had all the power, all the choices, and all the options. What I have come to understand, however, is the price the Dominant pays for those choices. The Dominant often seems to be capricious, to decide off-hand that there is something that should be done or at least attempted by the submissive. Time has taught me that there is very little spontaneity in Dominance, since the wise and caring Dominant must try to decide what tests to set to encourage the submissive to grow, must monitor the submissive's progress so as to encourage or instruct where needed, and must subordinate selfishness in the interests of a submissive whose greatest joy is in serving. When I help the Dominant undress, when I bring him a glass of wine, when I kiss his feet, or make his dinner, I am happy because I am serving the One I love above all others, and because I am SERVING. Just as a Dominant cannot be a Dominant without a submissive, a submissive cannot be a submissive without a Dominant to direct and receive service. The "Dominant" being served may not be a Dominant in the sense of a full D/s relationship that involves emotions and sexual relations, but a submissive can find some fulfillment of the need to submit and serve in many "vanilla" areas of life. I am certain that my decisions in my life before my D/s service began were made to support the submissive self of which I had no conscious knowledge. For example, when I participated in local theatre, I chose to work behind the scenes (running lights, locating and staging props, doing makeup) rather than to appear on stage. My interest in the legal profession found expression in the roles of legal secretary and paralegal, rather than attorney, despite being admitted to law school. Friendships were characterized by my constant attention to friends' interests and wishes, and it was usual that I would surprise them with a favorite book, dessert, or other treat because making my friends happy brought me so much joy. In fact, I took this behavior to such an extreme that several people voiced their concern that I was trying to "buy" friends because I did so much for other people. The simple fact was that, being a submissive, service was my natural state of being, providing services for others about whom I cared made me feel complete and happy in a way nothing else in my life did. However, despite the opportunities to serve others that abounded in my life before my submissive service to the Dominant I now serve, they were not enough, and the lack of the level of submission and service I needed to be most fully and completely myself manifested as 230 pounds of excess weight, hyper-control of my professional and home environments, and a deep longing and lack that I unsuccessfully tried to satisfy with food, and hiding away from the world, spending my free time reading, trying to escape a bleak reality through books. The Dominant must choose a submissive carefully so as to find one with whom the mental and emotional rapport allows for personal and relationship growth for both parties. A submissive must be careful in the Dominant chosen to be served, avoiding those who use dominance as a disguise for bullying and abuse, and hopefully finding the Dominant whose personality and style will guide the submissive to the zenith of submissive expression, true service, and joy. Even people who are not participating in D/s relationships may have no trouble recognizing services a Dominant may receive from a submissive. Their ignorance of the balance of duties, responsibilities, and benefits a true D/s relationship requires may result in envy of a Dominant whose shoes are shined, whose laundry is done, food prepared, house maintained, and sexual whims indulged. But these people cannot as easily discern the joy and fulfillment a submissive receives only by having her practical, emotional, and sexual service accepted. Even more difficult to appreciate is the need a submissive may have for pain (physical, psychological, or both) inflicted by the Dominant to fully experience sexual and/or emotional release. Pain as a part of sexual excitement and fulfillment may be incomprehensible to some, and a blessing of true submission is that there is no need to justify, explain, or gain acceptance for any service as long as that service is in accord with the needs of the Dominant and the submissive involved. People who are neither Dominant nor submissive may not understand that a submissive's appreciation of being "out of control" in the hands of a Dominant offers a welcome respite from the surfeit of choice elsewhere in her life. One who does not feel the urgings of submission or the imperatives of Dominance, or who has not allowed those emotions to surface, may be confused or threatened by a submissive's belief that she lives most fully when stripped of everything but the pride of service performed well, with love, and the joy of bringing a smile to the face of the One that is loved and served. Such a person never may be able to understand a submissive whose submission and service result in confidence erasing years of insecurity, self-hatred, and loneliness; self-esteem and self-respect nurtured through acts some perceive as demeaning, humiliating, or perverted. A submissive's deepening servicing to the One to whom all is known, the One who respects and tests the submissive, and the One who urges the submissive continually to improve and grow enhances the submissive's pride, and strength of self, despite the requirement of submission that the submissive's self be subordinated to the Dominant. I am hard-wired to be submissive, but I never was a submissive until I was fortunate enough to have my service and submission accepted, trained, and developed by the Dominant I serve. Although I know this, I have finally come to know that, should the Dominant I serve dismiss me tomorrow, the active submission He engendered and encouraged would find other outlets. It would be a difficult transition – rather on the order of compressing the Mississippi River into a mountain stream – but it would be a transition, rather than a cutting off or death. On the other hand, without a submissive in service, a Dominant has no outlet for the aspect of His personality that requires Him to lead, to decide, to choose – and to pay the price for all of that. As a submissive, it of course never occurred to me that I could be a Dominant; as a submissive, it often seemed to me that being the Dominant was easier – receiving instead of giving, reprimanding instead of crediting, or withholding instead of reciprocating. What I have come to understand, and strive to comprehend more fully as my service continues, is that receiving requires just as much intention as giving; that reprimanding without crushing the spirit of the person being disciplined is more challenging than giving out empty compliments; and that withholding to encourage responsibility and acceptance of the need to freely give can demand more strength of will than any service I am called upon to offer in submission. I still struggle to give up all control, not to second guess, not to question why, not to wonder and analyze everything, but my continuing service is helping me win that struggle. Admitting that the life of a Dominant is a closed book to me, no matter how much I have learned about the Dominant I serve, no matter how carefully I study the expressions and habits of the Dominant I serve, no matter how often I attempt to anticipate that Dominant's preferences, I still have learned to appreciate the dedication, commitment, concentration, and sheer effort that the Dominant brings to bear on the Dominant's role in our relationship. I will never watch or learn as much from the Dominant as the Dominant is able to watch and learn from me. I never will understand the Dominant's thoughts and feelings in the ways in which the Dominant understands mine. I continually strive to learn that giving what the Dominant prefers is more important than giving everything I can think of, and to rely on the fact that the Dominant will never let me give more than the Dominant is willing to acknowledge and respect. I will serve, submit, subordinate, and survive. I will be proud and happy that my submissive nature finally has found expression, even when that expression may be unusual, difficult, painful, or even humiliating to me. I AM a submissive – and I am proud of both my submission and the Dominant I serve. |
_(I was blessed to be the first person Red told about this idea, and was eager to jump upon this chain right from the get-go. I have always loved writing medieval fantasy, and this idea was, literally, right up my alley. The character of Bagdemagus – a charismatic, witty, yet ultimately evil figure – had been brewing in my mind for years, seeking the right outlet. I hope you all love and loathe him as much as I do.)_ *** _The Spectre That Walks._ That was what they called him, among other things. Few ever spoke the name 'Bagdemagus' aloud, lest they garner his attention. And no one desired that. For over a century, he had been the living embodiment of the bogeyman; unruly children were often told that if they did not do all their chores, they would be taken in the night by the baleful wizard. Bagdemagus chuckled to himself as he stood within the banquet hall of the castle. _Now, whatever would I do with children?_ He mused dryly. Ahead of him, upon the podium, the new Queen was being crowned. Bagdemagus looked her over with approval. _Such a tasty young thing, he thought. As fair as any story-book princess._ His features darkened. _And likely just as innocent. That's good. That's very good._ He heard heavy footfalls behind him, and stepped aside just a member of the Royal Guard came through. The man glanced to Bagdemagus but said nothing; after all, he could not really see the wizard. Bagdemagus was well aware of the decree set out decades before by King Richard – that Bagdemagus be arrested on sight – and was thus always faded when he came to town. Invisibility was a taxing spell, since it changed the properties of light; Fade merely played tricks with people's minds. It was far easier to alter perceptions than change the world. _Queen Evelyn,_ thought Bagdemagus as he returned his attention to the newly- crowned monarch. _I hope you don't get too terribly comfortable in your new finery. You won't be enjoying it for long._ He watched her gaze sweep back and forth among the crowd of royalty and their hangers-on. She seemed so timid, yet managed to keep her composure. There was a hidden strength to her that was not easily or casually seen. Her eyes settled upon a young man; her lips twitched in a slight smile. Bagdemagus looked as well, frowning. _Ah, yes, the boy. What was his name? Cedric. Yes, that's it. Cedric._ The wizard sighed, slipping a hand beneath his cloak for his timepiece. Such intricate mechanical works were rare in Vix, afforded only by the very well- to-do. Bagdemagus noted the time, then returned the device. _Time to go_. He looked one last time to the new Queen, giving a flippant salute. Evelyn's face paled, the small smile vanished. She turned away for a moment, visibly shaken. _How odd_, Bagdemagus thought as he stepped away. _I do believe she saw me. Now, that is interesting...._ *** The halls were mainly empty within the castle, save for the occasional sentry. The effects of _fade_ made them ignore the billowing black cloak and the sounds of his booted feet as he passed them by. They could not know how many times the wizard had roamed these halls like a phantom, eavesdropping on the whispered conversations of dukes and counts, chambermaids and guards. He stopped outside the doors of the royal chambers, noting the stone-faced guards, in their finest royal red, oiled and polished halberds held upright at their sides. Purely ceremonial weapons, Bagdemagus knew, though he supposed they could deliver quite a whollop if need be. For a moment, he touched the hilt of the blade at his belt. A pair of quick thrusts, and the sentries would be dispatched, never knowing who had slain them. But that would be messy... besides, Bagdemagus had no business with the Queen's bedchambers, not just yet. He continued on his way, leaving the oblivious guards behind, and turned down another corridor. For a moment, he paused before a portrait of the now- deceased King Richard. The former monarch of Vix looked resplendent in his golden armor, the impressive winged helmet tucked under his arm. _The epitome of all that is good and just in the land, thought Bagdemagus wryly. What a twit_. "If only you had heeded my words, so long ago, we would both have gotten what we wanted," Bagdemagus said aloud. "But, no, you insisted that everything be your way. Well, look where you have ended up: food for worms and caterpillars, with an unwanted daughter as your only legacy." Bagdemagus shook his head sadly. "Now we have to do it the hard way," he said, turning from the portrait. "I do hope you give your daughter a friendlier welcome in the afterlife than you did in this one." *** The door to the small bedchamber of the handmaiden was locked, of course, though that posed little problem for a wizard more than a century old. Over the years, Bagdemagus had made copies of the keys to nearly every door in the castle. Easy enough to do for a man who could come and go as he pleased, unnoticed. He unlocked the door, closed it quietly behind him. The new Queen's handmaiden had spartan quarters; a simple bed, wash basin, a tiny vanity. A thick red curtain indicated where the chamber pot lay. There was a single window, left open to allow the breeze and a few flitting butterflies inside. Bagdemagus let the _fade_ spell drop; it was taxing to keep it up for long, and a few moments' respite was welcome. The wizard glanced around, finding what he desired upon the vanity. A finely- made brush of ivory, no doubt a gift from the housemarm for the handmaiden's service to the new Queen. Fine strands of dark hair were tangled around the teeth. Bagdemagus lifted the brush, sniffed. _Hmm. Raspberries. How quaint._ He pulled off several long strands, looped them together. From his belt he took a small silver case, and slipped the strands of hair inside before clicking it closed. He smiled to himself. It would take a few hours to prepare the spell, but after that.... He slipped quietly from the room, locking the door carefully. An audible gasp came from his right, and he snapped his head up toward the source. A member of the Royal Guard, making his rounds. He stared with young, round eyes at the wizard, clearly aghast at what, or rather, who, he saw. While the sentry had never seen the man's face – and the smooth-lined face and shoulder- length jet hair was not what one would expect of an aged wizard – there could be no denying that the dark-garbed figure before him was the one and only— "B-b-b," began the guard, drawing his sword. "Y-you're B-b-b—" The wizard rolled his eyes, made a casual, arcane gesture. He faced the young guard – _how old is this one? Seventeen? Eighteen? By all that is Infernal, they get younger every year_ – and planted his hands on his hips. "I'm what?" he asked. The stuttering guard called out, gripping his sword defensively in both hands. "To arms! To arms! Intruder in the castle!" Bagdemagus sighed tiredly. "Save your breath, boy," he said, his voice deep and rich, echoing in the air between them. "I've surrounded us with silence. You could scream at the top of your lungs – and you yet may – for all the good it will do you." The young guard swallowed fearfully, admirably mustering his courage. A lifetime of legends and stories about the dark figure before him whirled in his mind. "Y-you won't have my fingers on your platter, wizard!" Bagdemagus frowned, cocking his head. "Excuse me?" The guard's features contorted. "Y-you know, fingers," he said. "Y-you eat the fingers of those you kill." Bagdemagus looked amused. "I do? Oh, that's a new one. It used to be ears." The guard winced, breathing heavily through his nose. He shifted on his feet, edging closer to the wizard. "You know, I simply do not understand where all these varied rumors about me come from," Bagdemagus continued, apparently unconcerned about the sword pointed his way. "If you were to believe everything you hear, I can turn into a bat, I suck blood, I kidnap babies, and now, apparently, I have a fetish for fingers. It's truly mind-boggling, what you people invent about me." "S-s-so, you're n-n-not going to eat my fingers?" the guard asked hopefully. Bagdemagus shrugged. "Let's see where my mood takes me." The guard let out a small groan, then abruptly raised his sword and prepared to lunge forward. "I wouldn't do that," the wizard said calmly. The guard frowned, halting. "Why not? You're an evil wizard, and I'm a Royal Guard. What do you expect me to do?" Bagdemagus considered the young man's words. "Good point," he admitted. "However, do you really think you can slay me? I am a wizard, after all. How many men do you think have tried to send me to the Abyss?" The guard chewed his lip, anxiety evident on his face. "Eh... more than twenty?" he queried. Bagdemagus gave the young man a blank look. "Yes," he said dryly. "More than twenty." "I-I still have to try," muttered the guard, his resolve weakening. Bagdemagus shook his head. "No, you don't." "I certainly do!" "No, you do not," iterated the wizard, stepping forward and glaring into the guard's eyes. He touched the tip of the wavering sword between them. "But—" "Now, listen to me," interrupted Bagdemagus. "You are standing before a wizard more than a century old. Every man, woman, and child quivers in fear at the mention of my name. I have slain entire armies and numerous frightful beasts. The powers of the elements are mine to command. I..." he frowned in thought. "What was I saying?" "E-e-every man, woman, and child q-quivers—" The wizard snapped his fingers. "Right. So, considering that I have been alive as long as I have, and been an enemy of the kingdom for as long as I have, do you _really_ think –" he stepped closer, looking down upon the frightened guard with cold, grey eyes – "That you, with all your... _months_ of experience, have any chance at all of slaying me?" The guard trembled visibly, feeling his strength ebb as Bagdemagus pushed down on the sword. He whimpered as he allowed the wizard to take the blade from him. Bagdemagus effected a look of sympathy as the young guard shuddered before him. He slipped a hand to the guard's shoulder. "There, there," he said soothingly. "You've nothing to be ashamed of." "I'm a coward!" blubbered the guard, tears flowing down his ruddy cheeks. Bagdemagus gave the look of a stern father. "Now, you stop that," he said firmly. "Is there shame for the mouse when it flees the lion? Of course not. Now, buck up!" The guard sniffed, lifting his eyes fearfully. "B-but now you're going to kill me," he said in a small voice. Bagdemagus sighed, waving the sword in the air, making the guard flinch. "Now, why would I do that? What would I gain from that? You're no threat to me." The guard looked surprised as a glimmer of hope dawned in his eyes. He hastily wiped his cheeks. "Y-you're not going to kill me?" Bagdemagus chuckled warmly, clapped the young man's shoulder. "Of course not," he said with a smile. "What's your name, young man?" The guard let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Rogers, sir, son of Rogers." "Well, Rogers, son of Rogers, why don't you run along now. I am sure you have some pretty young thing waiting for you." The guard sniffled, shrugged. "Well, there is this one girl in the village...." Bagdemagus stoutly slapped the young man's back. "There you go," he said encouragingly. "Buy her some flowers. Ladies always like flowers." Rogers, son of Rogers, nodded numbly, turning away from the wizard. He was stunned with disbelief that the evil wizard Bagdemagus, the Spectre That Walks, was allowing him to live. He managed a small smile. _Won't this be a story to tell the boys?_ "Rogers?" The guard turned about, looking back to the wizard. Bagdemagus held up the young man's sword, an expectant look on his face. "You forgot something." Rogers smiled sheepishly, stepped up to the wizard, holding his hand out to retrieve his sword. "Oh, right," he said. "Can't very well go back to my captain without—" His words were cut off by searing pain that stabbed deep through his chest, through his lung, and exploded from his back. Stunned, the young guard looked down at his own sword, half of it buried in his body. The crimson tunic he wore became steadily darker as blood flowed out. "Y-you said... you weren't... going to... kill me...." Bagdemagus stared down into quivering brown eyes. "And you believed it?" He clucked his tongue. "Hello, evil wizard here. You can't trust me." With a vicious tug, Bagdemagus jerked the sword from the guard's body. Blood poured from young Rogers' mouth as he slumped to the floor, his eyes glazing. He gasped and sputtered for several moments before he died. Bagdemagus tossed the sword to the floor with a rueful shake of his head. _He actually believed I was letting him go,_ he thought as he headed down the hallway, once more engulfed in the arcane shroud of fade. _They really must train these boys better...._ *** It is always popularly believed that wizards dwell in towers, with dimly-lit stone walls and cobwebs in every corner. Certainly, some do; but not Bagdemagus. Outside the city, shrouded in an apple orchard and laying upon a small stream, lay a simple mill house. The large wheel beside the house turned lazily, creaking as the paddles were moved by the slowly-flowing current. The house itself was constructed of sturdy, if aged, wood, warped in places, with a small front porch. A more unassuming abode for a wizard there could not be. Bagdmagus slipped from the saddle of his pale-hued mare and headed toward the rickety front door. He did not worry about whether the animal would remain; it was a charmed creature, and thus would not leave except under duress. He stepped through the creaking portal, closed it behind him. The gloominess of the interior slowly became defined as his eyes adjusted. There was the mill, which dominated the room of the shack, cracking and groaning as it turned. Around this the wizard went, stopping before a bare spot upon the dusty wooden floor. A casual gesture of his hand, and a section of warped wooden boards shimmered and vanished, revealing a stone staircase that spiraled down. A flickering glow grew along the stairwell as Bagdemagus descended, finally emerging into a large room with braziers lit in each of the four corners. The walls were lined with intricate tapestries and simple wooden crates and chests. In the very center, upon a dirty and faded rug, lay a single great table, cluttered and covered with the expected paraphernalia of a wizard. Taking a little of this and a little of that, the wizard mixed together various rare and unusual herbs and powdered crystals within a beaten copper bowl. He mashed it all together with a pistle before pouring in some oils. The final ingredient was the long, brunette lock taken from the handmaiden's bedchamber. After chopping it finely with a long, heavy knife, Bagdemagus sprinkled the hair into the mixture. He pushed back from the table after setting the copper bowl above the single flame of a small burner. The potion would take time, he knew; a few hours. But after so many years, a few hours more were as nothing to him. *** The guard had been tripled since the death of young Rogers that afternoon. No one knew exactly what had transpired, of course, save that the youngest of the Royal Guard had been slain by his own sword. Rumors abounded of spies, traitors, assassins, revolutionaries... and, of course, of the Spectre That Walks. "I heard the new Queen claims she saw _him_ at the coronation," one guard told another as they stood in the shadows behind the royal stable within the castle walls. His lips were darkened by the stick of blackroot he chewed. "'Queen,'" snorted the other guard, more senior in both age and rank. He spat out a thick glob of viscous fluid that spattered across the cobblestone. "She's naught but a girl graced with ridiculous fortune. Sure, she's Richard's only heir, but what does a _girl_ know about ruling a kingdom? And to say she saw the Dark One? Pah! It's rubbish! No one's seen the old spectre in ages. Personally, I doubt he's still alive." "Oh? What about Rogers, then? Killed in the castle itself? Who but a wizard would have the audacity to sneak in and slay a member of the guard... _with his own sword?"_ The older guard wrinkled his nose. "This is Vix, boy," he growled. "Nothing new about a murder in the castle. These old walls have seen more blood than some battlefields." "All right, then, if not the wizard, then who?" "Could have been a spy of Prince Drest. Now that's one bugger who's got much to gain. He scores that new Queen of ours, and...." the senior guardsman shook his head. "Who knows what may happen." The younger one shrugged. "I have an ill feeling about all this," he muttered. "We would not be facing any of this if Richard had only sired a son. How many wives did he have? And not a bloody one gives him a male heir? Now that stinks of dark magic, it does." The older guard grumbled. "Strange winds, lad, strange winds." He continued mumbling to himself as the two guards wandered away, returning to their rounds. Neither of them had seen the figure standing a mere arm's length away, casually leaning against the stable wall. It was surely a good thing they had not. Bagdemagus pushed away from the wall with a smirk upon his ageless face. _Simpletons_, he thought with a dark chuckle. _But what else could I expect from soldiers?_ _Faded_ once more, Bagdemagus made his way through the darkened livery toward the rear of the castle's manor. He knew every inch of the grounds of Vix Castle, including all the hidden passageways and secret doors that had been forgotten by the majority of the successive residents. A touch upon a hidden stone, and a narrow section of a wall grated inward, allowing Bagdemagus into a tiny corridor, and thence to a hidden staircase. His obfuscated route eventually took him to the third floor of the keep, not far from where he had slain young Rogers. The floors had been scrubbed and mopped; not a single smear of blood remained to mark where the witless guard had fallen. However, as Bagdemagus rounded a corner to peer down that selfsame hall, he spied two pairs of Royal Guardsmen standing at attention, deceptively alert. The wizard just smiled, not the least bit perturbed. He had expected this. He slipped back around the corner, muttered an incantation, dipped his fingers into a pouch upon his belt. Stepping into the middle of the intersection of the two corridors, he cast the dust into the air, watching it scatter forward upon ethereal winds, reaching out to each of the guardsmen in turn. For a moment, there was no discernible effect. Then, one by one, the guardsmen yawned, their eyes growing heavy. They swayed slightly on their feet, then more noticeably. Seeking support, they slapped gloved hands to the walls, to one another's shoulders. Faces grew slack, then blank. They fell against the walls or collapsed upon the floor, degenerating into slumber within seconds. Bagdemagus smiled smugly to himself and made his way down the hall to the door of the handmaiden's chambers. Once more, he turned the key within the lock, and stepped inside amid arcane stealth. The room was largely dark, with only a broad shaft of light that fell across half the simple bed. The handmaiden was deep within the realm of dreamland, her pale-skinned body partially exposed to the brilliant purity of the moonlight. It was a humid night, warm with the imminent arrival of summer, and in her slumber, Rebecca had pushed away the majority of her covers. The slinky gown she had worn to bed rode high on her thighs, was bunched between them. Her sublime young face was angled toward the moon, as if seeking its favor. "Such a creature," mused Bagdemagus beneath his breath. Certainly, the handmaiden paled when compared to her new Queen, yet there was no doubting this girl's simple beauty. Trained to serve the aristocracy, she had been able to borrow from them a bit, and thus enjoyed smooth, creamy skin and soft, luxurious hair of a rich, dark hue. Her ripe, full lips were slightly parted, pleasantly moist. The wizard took a phial from another pouch upon his belt and leaned over the girl. The liquid within the clear glass glowed with a brilliant vermilion radiance. Bagdemagus pulled upon the stopper, noting the large bubble of fluid that clung to it. Carefully, he touched the end of the stopper to the handmaiden's lips. The crimson liquid seeped into her mouth; Rebecca licked her lips reflexively. Her brow furrowed slightly as she slept. Bagdemagus sat upon the edge of the bed and settled the back of his hand upon the handmaiden's forehead. She murmured in her sleep, her features contorting slightly and twitching. He lifted her head, brought the mouth of the phial to the girl's lips. "Drink," he whispered. Dutifully, controlled by the wizardry already at work within her, Rebecca lifted up just enough, taking the phial in her hands and pushing it against her lips. She drank greedily, consuming the potion with repeated swallows. At last, she lay back, breathing heavily. The phial was empty. Bagdemagus took the small bottle and set it beside the bed, then touched the young woman's face. Rebecca was about the same age as the new Queen, he knew, perhaps even a year older. Like the monarch she served, Rebecca was sweet and pale, apparently untouched. Bagdemagus could not resist the temptation to confirm the idea. "Lift up your gown," he whispered in Rebecca's ear. "All the way above your legs, and part your thighs wide." Eyes still closed, the handmaiden did as she was bade, pulling upon the satiny fabric of her sleeping gown. Bagdemagus watched as slender, alabaster thighs were fully revealed, then the girlish hips, and the thick pelt of russet down that coated the young woman's sex. As she been instructed, Rebecca spread her lean thighs wide. The faint aroma of her femininity reached the wizard's senses. "You are mine, I command thee," whispered Bagdemagus, settling his hand upon the girl's right thigh. "Open yourself for me." Rebecca frowned in her sleep, perhaps trying to fight he magical compulsion that guided her. But she could not resist, and slid her hands down her body, over the bunched-up gown beneath the full swell of her breasts, to her naked abdomen and lewdly-displayed sex. With a soft sigh borne of natural arousal, her fingers eased through the downy dark curls and pulled at the hair-lined lips. Bagdemagus craned his neck, looking upon the girl's exposed treasure. _Such a simple and beautiful thing,_ he thought, and placed his own hands over Rebecca's plump pink lips. The girl hissed in response, then sighed deeply, her mouth falling slack. Fingers – both hers and his – caressed the fleshy labia, bringing the smallish clitoris to prominence within its hood. Bagdemagus grinned upon feeling the girl becoming slick, her fragrance stronger in the air. Gently, he pushed a finger inside her. Rebecca moaned, and lifted her hips, just a bit, spreading her legs even wider. Subconsciously, she pushed against the wizard's hand, forcing the finger to delve even deeper. She whimpered as the barrier within blocked him. "So you are a virgin," muttered Bagdemagus, inhaling the gentle fragrance of raspberries in the young woman's hair. His finger stroked, massaged, prodded against the defender of Rebecca's purity. He slid his finger back, admiring the glistening wetness upon it... then thrust it back in rudely, deeply, sundering the barrier. "But not anymore." Rebecca arched her back deeply, her face contorting in pain. But just as she was about to cry out, Bagdemagus was whispering, telling her to be quiet, be still, to absorb the pain and let it fade. He felt the warm spurt of blood over his finger and splash into the palm of his hand. He kept the invading digit buried as far as it could reach as the natural tremors ebbed. Finally, Rebecca sagged into the bed, panting and moaning softly. Bagdemagus smiled at his triumph, and lifted his bloodied hand. Casually, he licked the tip of his finger, getting a taste of the deflowered woman. He leaned over and kissed Rebecca's lips. "You are mine," he said to her. "You will follow my every command, even unto your own death. Watch the queen, and remember all that you see and hear of her." "Yes, milord," whispered Rebecca, her breathless voice less than a whisper. "Evelyn is to remain chaste, pure, untouched until the midsummer day," continued Bagdemagus. "You will do all that you can to insure this, even offering yourself as consolation to any suitor who threatens the Queen's virginity." "I will, milord." Bagdemagus petted the young woman's hair, kissed her once again as he moved atop her. He took one of Rebecca's hands and guided it toward his groin. "Now will I reward you for your service," he whispered into her mouth, even as her hand slipped inside his breeches to find his engorged arousal. Eagerly, without his coaching, she guided him toward her bloodied sex. "Ohhh... yes, milord...." *** Back within his sanctum, Bagdemagus leaned over the small desk that lay along one of the stony walls. An aged scroll was open before him, yellowed and brittle with age. The ink glowed softly with its own arcane energy. " _When summer's day draws nigh And monarch, pure and sweet Sits upon a throne set high Death she shall meet_ For then the hand that doth slay Will know the power and the glory And henceforth from that day That hand shall write the story." Bagdemagus chuckled darkly, his eyes blazing with anticipation. _Six score years and more_, he thought. _The journey has been long. But it will all have been worth it_. "Indeed." |
The following story takes place nearly 35 years ago. None of the characters are under the age of 18 at that time. Elements of this story were taken from several actual situations and pieced together to create a work of pure fiction. ***** This is one more episode about the early years before Mark and Eileen got married when they were both graduate students at the University of Cork in Ireland. It was a time when Eileen was in her glory being able to wear her wellies nearly every day in order to fend off the wet conditions common to the Irish climate. In this story we learn that her liking for wellies actually stems from her sense of smell and how it reacts to the pheromones of rubber. It was another school day and Eileen awoke to the soft sound of rain hitting the window of her bedroom. Once completely waking up she came to the realization that she would have to endure an early morning lecture followed by a tutorial with Dr. Gallagher in his office. Slowly getting out of bed, she headed for the bathroom and ran the water for her shower. As she waited for the water to get warm, she retrieved the little vinyl pouch holding her travel syringe thinking that douching was a good idea being that she had ended her period just the previous day. When she unzipped the pouch and removed the bag, the fresh odor of rubber wafted throughout the bathroom. "Mmmm, but the smells nice," she thought to herself as she filled the bag with warm water and added an envelop of hygienic powder before hanging it from a hook inside the shower stall. Then shedding her nightgown Eileen got into the stream of warm water and bathed herself both internally and externally. The scent of rubber lasted for several minutes and teased her senses as it did so. After getting out of the shower and dressing in a blouse, jumper and sweater, Eileen opened her hall closet to select warm clothing for the chilly wet day that awaited her. Whether or not to wear her wellies was not a question as she pulled them on. The mere act of taking the boots from the closet released more pheromones and she took deep breaths to make certain to savor the moment even though at the time she was totally unaware of how such that scent was affecting her. Eileen sat through another boring lecture but found that she was able to endure it only because her mind drifted off to more provocative moments. As she daydreamed Eileen felt herself getting aroused and the sense of dampness was evident in her bikinis. Still, she was thankful that she was able to get through the two hours of verbal torture. The next meeting of the morning, the tutorial with Dr. Gallagher, was going to be a more positive event. Eileen only had to make her way across the quad to Hanrahan Hall and up to the second floor where the faculty offices were located. Unless a faculty member also held an administrative post such as a dean or a vice dean, the offices were anything but grandly appointed places. Dr. Gallagher, not unlike most of his colleagues, had a three-meter by three-meter office occupied by a desk and chair, a side chair, and three walls of bookshelves. The fourth wall was all windows underneath of which was a large ancient radiator that furnished the heat. A congenial man of nearly 60 years of age, Dr. Gallagher waived Eileen inside and told her to take a seat as he finished up some edits on a journal manuscript. The room seemed warm, but Eileen though it to be pleasantly so although she could not articulate why. While some faculty offices had a musty smell reminiscent of damp paper, Dr. Gallagher's had a different albeit pleasant smell. As she looked around, Eileen saw an ancient pair of rubber overshoes that the good professor had apparently worn that morning. Situated close to the hissing radiator they were also releasing their pheromones. Dr. Gallagher began to question Eileen about several of the assigned books on Celtic culture. She had loved those books and did not find any part of them to be even close to boring. Her answers were articulate and the old professor nodded his head in approval as he listed to her well-informed responses. As the session wore on the small room became increasingly warmer, the odor of rubber permeating the atmosphere, and Eileen becoming even more aroused. "It isn't that the old professor is turning me on, but I'm getting really excited," she thought to herself as the feeling of dampness grew in her panties. Fortunately, the tutorial came to an end and Eileen was able to get out in the fresh air of the quad. It had started raining so she put up her umbrella as she waded through the many puddles that had formed from that morning's heavy rain and now dotted her route. "Thank goodness for wearing wellies!" she thought to herself. "If I were Irish I think that I'd probably own a closet full of them. Leather would probably rot quickly in this climate," she thought with a bit of a giggle. By now it was getting close to noon and the growl from Eileen's stomach told her that she should find some sustenance. Not wanting anything too filling, she opted for a small ploughman sandwich, which she intended to take back to her flat which was only about three blocks away. Not more than 10 minutes later she entered her flat and without even taking off her coat or wellies unwrapped the ploughman and took a bite. A Coke from the fridge helped wash it down. Eileen took off the coat and slung it over the back of a chair, but elected to keep her wellies on. She'd have to read several hundred pages of assignments for the next day, but the first thing that she needed to do was to visit the loo. As she sat relieving herself Eileen looked up and saw the feminine syringe that she had used that morning. It was probably dry enough by now that she could put it away. She coiled its hose and folded the bag in half so she could stuff it back into its pouch, but when she did so was again greeted by that wonderful scent of rubber. She put the bag to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Ahh! This aroma is wonderful!" she exclaimed feeling that sense of sexual excitement that unbeknownst to her only rubber could provide. "Enough is enough or I won't ever get anything done," she reminded herself as she zipped the little pouch shut and then returned to the comfort of the overstuffed chair that would help her finish her overwhelmingly large assignment. The easy part was finding the beginning and ending pages. She looked to see how many pictures and figures might be included, but was dismayed to find only three illustrations in the nearly 120 pages of reading. She shifted in her seat and drew her legs up under her as she labored through the first 10 pages. While changing position did not help her with comprehending the reading it did disturb the rubber in her wellies and soon that wonderful aroma wafted up. "Should I or should I not take off my wellies?" she asked herself. "If I take them off, I can reduce the distractions, but those distractions at least make the assignment tolerable. Assuming, that is that I don't forget everything." Eileen, therefore, decided to keep her wellies on. The pages seemed to turn a little easier so she concluded that it was the right choice. An hour and a half later tedium was setting in. Then there came a knock at the door. "Saved by the bell," she said to herself despite the bell actually being the sound of the brass knocker. Answering the door, Eileen was not surprised to find Mark standing there dressed in rain jacket and rubber boots. The rain was running off of him in rivulets as he stood before her. "I didn't know it was raining so hard," said Eileen looking at what would otherwise be a fully drenched Mark. "It is, but if you didn't know that it was raining so hard why are you still wearing your wellies? Unless, that is, you were planning to go out?" asked Mark beginning to shed his rain jacket. Despite being wet and chilled, the action nevertheless sent the distinct odor of rubber into the air of the flat. Eileen, ever the one with the sensitive nose immediately became excited and more than anything else in the world at that very moment knew that the single thing she wanted most was to be fucked by Mark. Mark looked a the expression in Eileen's face and asked, "Are you alright? You look a bit flushed." "I'm fine, but you taking off your rainwear has made me unbelievably horny. I don't know what's come over me but all I can think about is for us to get naked and just plain fuck," she said leading Mark over the couch. At first Mark was quite taken aback by Eileen's behavior, but decided that an opportunity was just that, an opportunity. Eileen sat on the edge of the couch, pulled up the hem of her jumper to waist level revealing her underwear. Then without engaging in any discussion whatsoever she put her thumbs into the waistband of her bikinis and in one quick continuous motion slipped them off without letting her wellies hamper her. Mark looked at her hairy bush and saw that Eileen was already excited, the glistening of her pussy juice being clearly in evidence. It was inviting and he wasted no time reaching out to fondle it. First he began by fingering her and then pivoted his finger so that his thumb could tease her clit at the same time. His reward was a purring sound indicating that Eileen approved of this action. In the meantime the erection was growing in his pants. "So you have me all hot and bothered so what do you plan to do next?" she asked. Mark removed his fingers and leaned over placing his mouth at her pussy. First, he licked its full length and them thrust his tongue inside. Her juices were deliciously sensuous with their faint saltiness blending with a subtle musty flavor. The raging hardon in his pants told him that he better keep things moving along so he unzipped his pants and took both them and his briefs down far enough to expose his now ready manhood. Eileen was always fascinated with Mark's organ and on the several occasions when they had engaged in sex always enjoyed the skill with which he was able to maneuver it inside of her. Mark took hold of his organ and was ready to introduce it into her vagina, but Eileen stopped him dead in his tracks. "You are going to use a rubber, aren't you?" she asked. "Yeah, if you want me to," "I do," she replied. "But I thought you were ready for me now." "I can wait. Besides I love the smell of a rubber when you've just torn open the package." At that Mark opened the package and handed the still rolled rubber to Eileen. The result surprised him as she put it under her nose and inhaled deeply breathing in the scent of the rubber. Then she licked it before handing back to Mark. Not sure what would transpire next he went ahead and rolled it down over his very stiff manhood, but that is when Eileen surprised him again as she leaned over and took the rubber clad organ into her mouth and began sucking. "Oh, that tastes so good!" she exclaimed. "But now let's just fuck." Eileen released her grip on Mark's organ and without further ado Mark inserted himself into her wet vagina. Eileen was well past the point of just being damp and he was able to easily glide deep inside taking up the full length. She felt deliciously warm and moist; he was not able to restraint himself and it wasn't long before Mark deposited a copious amount of cum into the end of the rubber. "Ohhh! I love it!" exclaimed Eileen as her body shuddered as she also reached climax. "While I love the idea of you cumming inside of me, the smell of the rubber as it is warmed by our bodies excites me like nothing else." "The smell of the rubber? I don't notice anything." "You're kidding. I'm smelling the rubber from the condom as well as my wellies and your raingear. That's why I love getting laid while wearing them. I could cum again just breathing in the scent." "I never...," began Mark, but he was cut off by Eileen. "It doesn't matter. Just make sure that you are wearing your wellies every time you visit me, but also have a rubber in your wallet. By the way, want to do it again?" she asked. Mark looked at Eileen. There she was with her jumper hiked up to just under her boobs, naked from the waist down, and wearing her wellies. "What a weird sight," he thought to himself, but wow does she ever like to fuck." She looked out the window into the crisp fall night, excited yet a bit nervous. Her fingers found the leather of her collar and traced it gently as she wondered just what her present was going to be like. Master had promised her a nice one and she was more than anxious for him to return. Perched naked on the huge bed, she lightly rubbed one ankle with the ball of her other foot as she stretched out, half lying back on her elbows. She was told to wait just as she was, and she knew better than to move from the bed. One hand found the wetness between her legs and began a soft caressing of her sweet cunt. "I know I have to ask to cum but he didn't say anything specific about me not touching tonight" she smiled to herself, at least able to pass the time with some soft self-stimulation. Alecia was a beautiful girl indeed. Standing around 5'6" with long flowing blond hair, a perfect set of C cup breasts and the sweetest little ass. Her years of being a cheerleader helped her form the body she had, and just out of high school and still 18, it was about as perfect as could be. "Master? Is that you?" alecia called out. "Yes precious, just taking care of your present, I'll be right up." Jimmy, her Master, was a bit older. 13 years older but that didn't bother them. They fit together perfectly. Since she gave herself to him as his submissive slave, they were never apart and about as happy as any couple could be. He loved to do special things for her just as much as she loved to please him, and tonight, would be a bit of both. As she heard his boots rising up the stairs she sat back on the bed, put her feet on the comforter near her bottom and raised her knees in the air. With her legs now spread apart her Master would have a most beautiful view of her shaven sex as he entered their large bedroom. Jimmy smiled as he opened the door, his 6 foot frame and broad 44 inch chest blocking the view out the door. "Ready for your present precious?" Jimmy smiled to his slut. "Yes Master… what did you bring me tonight? I think I have an idea and I've been soooooooo wet waiting for you to get back!" alecia giggled like a little school girl. Jimmy strolled into the room, as alecia noticed the leash in his hand. Behind him walked a very pretty little blonde girl. He knew alecia liked blondes. She was stripped of her clothes except for a tiny white lace bra and thong and wore a collar and leash. She was blindfolded and smiled slightly. A nervous excited smile. "Ohhhhhh she's adorable Master!" squeeled alecia. "Is she for us?" she asked. "Yes precious, for you, then for us" Jimmy smiled. He led the young girl to the foot of the bed and stood back. "Come check out your play toy for the night precious" he said. Alecia moved up onto her knees and crawled to the foot of the bed, reaching out to stroke the girl's cheek and shoulder. "Mmmm she's soft Master. Can I kiss her?" alecia asked. "Not just yet precious, help her out of the rest of her clothes" he replied. Alecia slipped off the bed to move in front of the girl, standing close to her. She raised her arms and slipped them around the other girls back. "What's her name Master?" alecia inquired. "Oh just call her toy for now." He grinned. Alecia smiled back at her Master and pressed her own naked chest against the girls bra as her hands worked behind her back undoing the hooks. Releasing the rear hooks, alecia moved her hands up to toy's shoulders and gently slid them off to the side, allow the bra to fall away exposing her breasts. "Mmmmm Master, they are just like mine! They are so cute and firm!" alecia licked her lips in anticipation. Knowing what her Master expected next, alecia dropped to her knees and reached up and slipped her thumbs into toy's thong, ever so slowly working it down her hips. Toy's breath began to get ragged as the couple stood watching her. She couldn't see alecia but she knew what she looked liked. She had seen them in the club before and when her Master approached her about spending an evening with them, she jumped at the chance. Her mind quickly jumped back to the present as the fabric of her thong uncovered her pussy, knowing now they both could see her freshly shaven mound. "Mmmm Master… her little cunt is so pretty too! You always pick great girls for me, thank you Master!" Alecia rose, giving Jimmy a soft kiss as she waited for her next instructions. Jimmy handed the leash to alecia and give both girls a pat on the tush. "Take her to the bed baby" he smiled. "And Toy…remember.. you listen to my little slut, unless I say otherwise." Jimmy added. "Yes Sir" toy replied, dropping her head and following the tug of the leash. Toy crawled up on the bed as instructed while alecia followed behind. As she moved onto her hands and knees she felt alecia's hands rubbing her soft bottom, moving up her back and sides and under to her breasts. Jimmy smiled as he watched, his little girl enjoying her toy. "Ok baby, you can do what you want with her for now, have fun" he smiled. Alecia gleamed "Thank you Master!" Moving in behind her hands roamed over her ass, "Spread your legs Toy" she grinned. Toy responded and moved her knees further apart, exposing her dripping sex to the young slave behind her. "MMMMM Master..she has the wettest cunt I've ever seen next to mine!" Alecia would have said more but hunger got the best of her and she dove between the girls spread thighs, her tongue whirling around inside her tight hole. Toy dipped her head toward the bed with a deep moan at the initial contact. Her body quivered as alecia ate her out with a passion. "Mmmm fuck.. YES!! Eat ME!" she cried, causing alecia's tongue to double time it, her hands grabbing Toy's ass and squeezing her cheeks while trying to push her tongue as far inside as it would go. Alecia moved one hand down and under to rub the girls clit as she continued feasting on her juicy sex, stopping now and then to move up and roll her tongue around Toy's tightly puckered ass. Each pass over the little hole sent shivers through Toy eliciting a squeal and a sharp bucking of her hips, wanting the tongue to linger there a bit more. To her credit, alecia always obliged and lapped at her ass a spell longer. The first orgasm hit Toy out of nowhere and nearly dropped her flat to the bed. Her knees shaking and her head lightly swimming from the tonguing she was receiving, Toy whimpered and begged for mercy. Alecia only turned to Jimmy, her face covered in girl cum, smiled, then dove back in, this time deeply tongue fucking the girl while pushing two fingers into her cunt, keeping her thumb on the girls clit. This drove Toy over the edge once again and she nearly fell, again. "Oh fuck ok fuck.. please, I can't take it, too.. too.. sensitive, please slow down please!!" she begged. Alecia loved having fun with another girl and she loved seeing a girl beg for her to stop. This just drove her on further, tonguing Toy's ass deeper and working her fingers faster in and out of her cunt. Her free hand found Toy's ass and gave it several good slaps "You just keep still while Im eating, you have such a sweet cunt and ass, I just love it. Now be a good girl and cum for me again!" Toy didn't have to be told, the unexpected slaps brought a delicious sting to her bottom and drove her over the edge once again. Screaming out, "Ohhhhhhhh FUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK… CUMMMMING!!!!!!!!!!" and she dropped limp to the bed. Alecia turned to Jimmy, grinning as she searched around her mouth with her tongue, lapping up as much pussy-juice as she could reach, "Master, I think I tongued her to death" she giggled. Jimmy smiled and pointed down to his feet, causing alecia to slip from the bed and crawl to him, kneeling between his parted legs. "Suck me my slut" he said. Her little hands quickly rose to his belt, opening the fly and pulling out his engorged cock. Her Master's cock, a bit over six inches and at least two inches wide stared back at her. Her eyes drifted to catch the gaze of her Master as she leaned forward, taking his thick cock deep into her mouth, sucking upon it the way she knew he loved. Her eyes spoke to him, telling him how much she loved him. It was easy for her to convey that, as she did. There was something just so wonderful to her about it all. Sucking him, pleasing him with her mouth while her eyes never left his. She would do anything he asked, as she loved to serve him, in fact, lived to serve him. It brought her all the joy the world could offer. She was soft, delicate, and he protected her, guided her, and taught her. But above all, he loved her. He would take care of her in all ways for their lifetime together. No matter what the need or desire, how big or how small, he would provide for her. A small tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she contently slurped upon his cock. Jimmy smiled and gently collected the tear with his finger, raising it to his lips and sucking it clean. He knew how she could get emotional when she was happy and got to thinking about them. He smiled down and petted her. She smiled up at him as he suckled her tear. Well she tried to at least with his thick cock stretching her lips. Her hands went to his hips, trying to pull him in even deeper as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag for a moment. She loved that feeling, and she pressed on, pushing it past and into her tight throat. Her moan brought a chill to his spine and caused his cock to swell even more, making her choke a bit and smile as she continued to suck hard on his cock. His hands moved down and found her head. Strong fingers slipping through her hair, caressing her, letting her know in his own soft touch that she was a good girl, and that he loved her. Jimmy's eye caught motion on the bed as Toy began to stir. Gently he tapped alecia on the shoulder "Time to get up, Toy is awake again" he smiled. Alecia reluctantly let his cock slip from her mouth "Yes Master" she cooed as she rose to her feet. He smiled, turning her around and placed a set of restraints on her wrists, clipping them together. He whispered as he led her back towards the bed, "It's my turn now babydoll." Blindfold removed, Toy grinned mischievously as she stroked the large strap-on before her. Her hands moved up and down it, applying a thin coat of lubrication as Jimmy buckled the strap-on around her hips. As he commanded, she relaxed onto the bed, laying on her back and continued stroking the thick fake cock protruding from the leather belt around her. Alecia, watching from a kneeling position by the bed, rose as Jimmy reached out to her. Helping her up onto the bed, he had her straddle Toy's hips. "Want fucked precious" he asked. "Mmmm please Master? Please let Toy fuck me?" she begged softly. After a nice slap to the ass, he grabbed her hips and helped lower her onto the strap-on, a moan escaped her lips as the head of the fake cock made contact with her inner folds. Her moans turned to a high pitched squeal as Jimmy placed his hands on her shoulders and forced her all the way down onto the dildo. Her arms screamed and tugged at the restraints, instinctively trying to brace herself at the sudden intrusion and complete filling. She whimpered as his hands found her shoulders again, and moved her forward to lay upon Toy's chest, alecia's head nuzzled against Toy's as she kissed her shoulder. "Fuck my slut!" was all he said. More than happy to oblige, Toy reached down to take hold of alecia's hips, lifting her a little and holding her as she used her own hips to fuck the sexy little submissive laying on top of her. She spread her legs as wide as she could and placed her feet flat on the bed, giving her extra leverage to fuck her hard. Alecia lay upon Toy, her head still turned to the side nuzzling over Toy's shoulders. Mixtures of whimperish "mmphs", moans and happy sighs escaped her, getting louder as Toy increased her tempo. Jimmy stood next to the bed, giving alecia's bottom a slap now and then as he removed his clothes, preparing to add a little more flesh to the action on the bed before him. "Having fun my slut?" he asked. "Oh God yes Master, it feels sooo good. She's fucking me soooo good Master! Thank you!" she cried. "Thank her too!" he said, slapping her ass. Alecia's head rose quickly, peppering the girls face with kisses, "Thank you Toy, thank you thank! I love the way you fuck me!" Toy smiled and kissed her back, "And thank you, you're such a sexy little fuck. I'm just glad your Master allowed me to come and be put to use." Grinning she just grabbed her hips and fucked her harder, causing alecia to thrash about on top of her and moan louder. Meanwhile Jimmy had retrieved the bottle of lube and began applying it to his cock, before slipping up on the bed between the legs of the two sluts fucking in front of him. As alecia felt the drip of the cold lubricant run between her ass cheeks, she knew right away what was coming. "OH shit Master…HURRRY!!! I need your cock in my ass so bad!!! Fill me Master..please..hurry!!!" she begged. Jimmy just smiled, and spread her cheeks, rubbing the lube into her tight puckered hole. "All in good time my slut all in good time" he said, "in the mean time, why don't you tell Toy here what you really like." Ending the sentence with a hard slap to her ass. "Ohhh fuck" cried alecia, turning to kiss Toy's cheek. "I just LOVVVE it, when I have a cute little slut fucking my juicy cunt with a nice big strap-on, while my Master has his way with my asss!!" Toy just locked her lips to alecia's and began a deep passionate kiss, the two girls hips rutting at each other in a primal coupling. "MASTER!!!!" alecia cried, breaking the kiss with Toy as his cock abruptly, and most quickly, entered her ass completely. "PLEASE LEMMECUM PLEASE LEMMECUM PLEEASSEE MAASSSTER" she squealed, her body dangling on the edge as she held herself, waiting in a panic for permission. "Cum for me" he replied, knowing her need was extremely great. Not waiting, he began pumping hard into her tight little behind, groaning as his fingers dug into her tender hips. Toy's breath became ragged as she sucked on alecia's neck, working her hips to match rhythm with Jimmy. "Master.. Im cummminng.. Im cumming…" alecia screamed, her worlds trailing off into a mixture of yelps and whimpers, her body thrashing around violently on top of Toy. Jimmy pumped her hard, his fingers tightening into her skin as his own arousal began to peak. Having watched for so long he was worked up and her tight little hole, quivering around him and squeezing his cock became too much. He thrust deep into her bowls and reached forward, grabbing her hair and snapping her head back. With a growl, his cock exploded inside her. "Y-Y-Yeeesss Master" alecia whimpered "Fill your sluts ass!!!"…. Alecia grinned as she cleaned him, tasting her ass and his cum at the same time. Her tongue rolled around the head as she sucked the shaft deeply, being the good slut that she was and cleaning him completely. Her body shivered slightly at the delightful feel of Toy behind her, licking Master's cum from her freshly fucked asshole. The moaning and heavy slurping coming from Toy told that she was enjoying it just as much as alecia was. With her wrist restraints unconnected, she was able to carress her Master and stroke his balls, dipping her head to tongue them as well, just incase there were some juices she had missed. "All-All clean Master" she said proudly, her voice skipping from the quick intrusion of Toys tongue into her ass, sucking out the last of the cum. "That's my slut" he smiled lovingly. "Now I think its time we tried something different" _-let me know how you liked the story and we'll see about getting part two written – Archangel_ |
I couldn't get the thought out of my mind- Gabriel had gotten hot. Since our last summer together, Gabe had changed schools, dyed his hair, and started painting his nails. He'd gotten taller, and his tan skin had cleared up significantly. We had been close since we both started attending the summer camp in the first grade, but now I couldn't stop staring at him, or noticing how his broader shoulders now filled out the tie-dye camp shirt that had been too big on him for years. "So are you going to answer my question or what?" he asked, startling me out of my thoughts. "Sorry, what?" "Which cabin were you assigned to?" Now that we were 18, we had been hired as counselors, though truthfully it was just an excuse for people to keep going to summer camp once they had grown out of it. "Oh. Acorn." "Boooo," he lamented, "Acorns are assholes. I'm in Oak." "Yeah. You'll have to come visit me sometime," the words felt like someone else was speaking through my mouth. I had known Gabriel my whole life, but now talking to him felt different, like I was speaking to an intimidating stranger and I couldn't quite remember how to move my lips. He smiled, though, and quickly responded, placing one hand on my knee under the table, "Yeah? How about tonight, after lights out?" My eyes widened, but he just kept smiling. His hand moved further up my leg while he kept conversing with our friends and gently massaged my thigh. Just the pressure of his fingertips made me blush. I barely heard a word anyone else said during the whole lunch break. That night, I lead the kids back to the Acorn cabin after the usual first-day ceremony, a moment where campers all sit around the fire and do some singing that harkens back to the summer camp's roots as an interfaith community, but only in the least controversial way possible. I comforted one kid who was sad to be away from his parents for the first time, went through the cabin rules, and helped distribute the bunks, all while thinking about Gabriel's request. While I was no stranger to sneaking out with him, this time seemed different, especially because of the way he grabbed my knee. Once the lights were out, I climbed into my bunk and waited, staring into the darkness, my heart beating rapidly. I heard the older counselors make their rounds, peeking into the cabins to make sure everything was in order, and then I waited 20 minutes longer. Gabriel and I had always timed it like that, to make sure the counselors were all asleep before we snuck out. I leapt down from my bunk and pulled on some jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. I eased the cabin door shut and crept to the fire pit behind the cabins, where I saw Gabriel standing in the light of his phone. We greeted each other casually and he led me into the woods, to a small clearing littered with broken bottles and cigarette butts where we sat on some large rocks and logs past teens had gathered into the area. "Want to smoke?" he asked, pulling a tiny bag of weed and a bowl out of his pocket. I said "Sure" and he got to work, breaking the buds down with his fingernails and pressing them into the pipe. He did this meticulously, and I watched him chew on the inside of his mouth as he focused. This was a habit he'd had for years, and which lead him frequently to wince when he ate something particularly spicy or acidic. I became painfully aware of the silence, broken only by the sounds of the river nearby and the distant cicadas. "How's the new school?" I asked and he answered plainly, "Bad." He pressed his thumb over the bowl, packing the weed gently into place, and passed me the pipe and a lighter. While I lit up, he told me about his fling with some artsy girl at his new school. He said that they hooked up a few times after parties, even though she was dating someone else at the time, and that he was mostly socially ostracized. I handed him the pipe and worked up the strength to remark, "That's kind of hot though. Bad boy." He smiled and I watched the smoke curl from his lips. The orange glow of the flame reflected in his dark eyes. His hand moved to rest gently on my knee, which I had been nervously bouncing (a pet peeve of his). We passed the bowl back and forth a few times, and I felt his intense gaze on me when I smoked. "Do you want to shotgun?" he asked at one point, licking his lips. I tried to fake a laugh to hide my nervousness and said "Sure," as casually as I could. I watched him inhale deeply, his eyes only briefly leaving mine. He softly took the sides of my head with both hands and our lips met. I took his breath into my lungs, letting my eyes close, wishing I could inhale more of him, then pulled back and exhaled. Gabriel looked straight into my eyes. His arms remained firmly around my shoulders. "I came out as bisexual this year," he said. I swallowed. He continued, "I've always thought you were kinda cute." I ran my hands down his back, feeling the ridges of his spine and the wet patch on his lower back where sweat had pooled, and he brought one hand to my face. He traced over my lips with his thumb. Gabriel dropped the pipe on the ground, pulled my head to his, and our lips were together again. I had never kissed a boy before, but he made it feel easy. His tongue pushed into my mouth gently while his hands traced over my back to my hips. His breath still smelled and tasted like weed, and he moved to kiss my ear and neck. My heart was pounding. "What if someone finds us?" I asked. "We'll be quiet." His teeth grazed my ear. He lifted up my shirt and pulled it off, kissing my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. My thighs twitched momentarily, and I felt my breathing deepen. I ran my fingers through his dark hair while his tongue circled around my left nipple, then grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over his head. We kissed again and I ran my tongue over the smooth surface of his teeth. I felt his shoulder blades moving under his skin, which was sticky from the summer heat. Being this close to his body, it was like I had never seen it before in my life. Every tan line, zit, and freckle felt new and exciting to me. He broke the kiss for a moment to ask, "Want me to suck your dick?" And I emphatically agreed. Gabriel's hands moved to my pants and I watched him struggle with the zipper. Our eyes met and we laughed gently. I looked around one more time to ensure there weren't any other counselors nearby, then helped him pull my pants down. Gabriel felt my crotch through my underwear, kissed my neck, and got to his knees in front of me. In one swift motion, he yanked my boxers down and revealed my cock. Gabriel laughed, and gave me what might have been the most gleeful look I'd ever seen. "What?" I asked (Was he making fun of me?) "Nothing, nothing," he reassured me, "I'm just finally getting to see it. I've been fantasizing about your dick for years; this is like my big break." With that, Gabriel wrapped his hand around my dick and licked the head. He looked up at me with a glint in his eyes and proceeded to engulf the head of my dick with his lips and begin working his way down. It was my first blowjob, and the heat of his mouth felt like nothing I had experienced before. His hands cradled my balls and massaged them with increasing intensity while he bobbed his head up and down. Maybe it was the weed, or the fear of being discovered, but I felt myself approaching orgasm within minutes. I grabbed Gabriel's right hand, which he had moved to my lower back, and he pulled my dick out of his mouth. Gabriel looked at up at me and giggled, "What, are you gonna come?" "Yeah," I choked out. "That was so fast!" Gabriel's eyes were glassy but full of childlike wonder. Thankfully, he returned to my dick, sucking with increased vigor. I felt my muscles tense and thrust my cock deeper into him, emptying the content of my balls into his mouth. He swallowed like it was no big deal, and licked his lips again. "Yum," he said, and we both burst into laughter. I felt like I was breaking the law, out in the open where anyone could find us. Gabriel pulled my pants back up, spending considerable time tucking my junk back into my underwear like it all had to be nestled perfectly. He giggled again at the difficulty he was having with the zipper, then got to his feet. We kissed, and the thought that his mouth had just been full of my cum turned me on. I imagined I could even taste some faint saltiness left over, and I wanted more, so I reached for his belt. With his help, I pulled his pants down and took in the sight of his cock. It was on the larger side of average, uncut, with a slight curve to the left. Moreso than the dick itself, I was excited by the idea of seeing his dick. It was like the secret thrill of hooking up with a stepbrother. We had spent so many summers wrestling each other, going swimming in our underwear, sleeping in the same tent, and now it was all falling under this new light. Now he wasn't just Gabriel my childhood friend - now he was hot, and I was hungry for his cock. I remembered what he had done when he was blowing me, and followed his lead. I explored his cock and balls with my tongue, tracing circles around his head and lines up and down the shaft. I savored the taste and texture of his cock and savored his precum. As his breathing sped and his muscles tensed, Gabriel twisted his fingers in my hair and placed his hand firmly on the back of my head. I let him guide me, swallowing my urge to gag, until my nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair. I moved my head up and down the length of his dick, quickening my pace as I learned how to coordinate my motions. Gabriel moaned once, then pushed me sharply back onto my heels. "Where do you want it?" he asked, stroking his cock quickly. I wanted it everywhere, but I told him, "In my mouth," and wrapped my lips around his head again. He quivered and shot 3 spurts of cum into my mouth. The taste was horrible, but I loved it because it was his, and I made myself swallow. I tried to hide the shudder as his thick seed slipped down my throat, but he noticed and laughed. "Sorry," he said, "I don't have a very healthy diet." We collected the pipe and lighter he had dropped on the ground and smoked what remained, then spent the night climbing trees and building fires like we always did in the summertime. My girlfriend, Amanda, recently went home to Florida to spend Christmas with family and friends. A few weeks before the trip, she told me that Kelli, one of the friends she would be seeing, had confided in Amanda that she was bisexual. Amanda also admitted the two had kissed briefly about ten years ago, and that ever since that night, she wondered what it would be like to kiss her friend again and see where it might lead. Before her trip, I told Amanda that if she had the opportunity to be with Kelli, she should go for it. It was something she had wanted for a long time so she should experience it if she had the chance. You only live once, right? And to be honest, I was excited at the prospect of hearing her tell me all about what happened. However, I didn’t really think she would do anything about her desires. Sure, it was a fantasy we discussed several times, but I figured she’d be a little too nervous to do anything about it. Fantasy is one thing, Making it a reality is another. So maybe you can imagine my surprise when I received the following E-mail a few days after Christmas… * * * Hi Hon, I miss you. I loved talking to you on the phone Christmas afternoon, but I wish you were here with me. I’ve been talking all about you with my parents and I’ve been showing off all of our pictures, too. They keep asking why I didn’t just bring you so they could meet you. So I’ve decided we’re flying down here for my birthday. You wouldn’t be too upset with a few days in the sun, would you? I went out with Kelli yesterday and talked you up big time. She’s already in love with you. The first thing she said when I showed pictures was, “Wow, Amanda, he’s hot.” I told you I wasn’t the only one who thought that. She even joked that I have to bring you down next time so she can get a piece of you. I told her to keep her hands off. Anyway, I could’ve told you all this on the phone, but there’s something I need to tell you that I wasn’t sure I could talk about over the phone. I also knew I couldn’t wait and tell you when I got home next week. Honey, I was with Kelli. I don’t know if I should be sorry, ashamed, happy, or what. Actually, it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I don’t know, maybe I wanted it more than I thought. Is that possible? Anyway, I don’t want to hurt you. Sure, you said you’d like it if I fulfilled one of my fantasizes, but I’m still not sure how you’ll react to all this. Like I said, I’m not even sure how I feel about it. But I do want you to know that, although I enjoyed myself, I wish you had been there to share the experience with me. I met her for lunch early in the afternoon. It was great to see her, but I have to admit, I was totally jealous. It was like she walked out of a fashion magazine. She was wearing these really short shorts and a white tank top, which doesn’t sound all that great on paper, sure, but I can’t lie, she looked great. Her skin’s dark and smooth, she’s thin from working out so much, and her dark hair looked like it was professionally done that morning. In other words, she’s gorgeous. Although I hadn’t seen her for over a year, it was like we hadn’t been apart a day. We talked non-stop over lunch and a few drinks. You know, laughing, talking, and getting caught up on each other’s lives. She’s enjoying life as a mother and wife, and of course, the beaches aren’t so bad either. I naturally talked about you constantly and couldn’t get the smile off my face from knowing you two would get along amazingly. I can’t wait for you to meet her. After lunch, we went back to her place for awhile. That’s when I showed her the pictures of you. She loved the ones of us from the retreat in the mountains we took in September. She said we looked great together. Cute and happy was what she called us. That’s when she said something I never would’ve expected, even from her. “I bet you have great sex together,” she said. I was shocked. I just stared at her with my mouth open. I didn’t know what to say. “What? I can’t say that?” she asked. I got up to get another drink, confused at my reaction. I suddenly wanted to clam up and not tell her anything. Sure, we’d talked about sex before. All good friends do that. Hell, we kissed that one time. You knew that. But it was weird, for some reason, it was almost like I was keeping a secret or something. And maybe I was. I mean, maybe it was just me thinking about the times you and I fantasized about her being with us, and me kissing her and trying new things with her. I almost felt like she knew what I dreamed about just by asking that question. Silly, I know, but that’s what I felt. And I was worried that she knew. When I calmed down a bit I sat back down, and she asked, “So, do you?” Her persistence caught me off guard, and I smiled as I took a sip of my drink, letting my expression tell the story. She started giggling and I felt myself relax. Then she started asking all sorts of questions. This time, though, I responded. I pretty much let it all out. I told her how you and I are so open with each other, and how that helps us sexually. That you love to kiss me and touch me all over. And that you love foreplay. (She didn’t believe that one.) When I told her we had sex three or four times a day some weekends, she was completely taken by surprise. I guess she and Chris don’t do it that much anymore. They’re usually too tired from watching the kids. So when I told her about your love for going down on me, well, let’s just say that she was the one being jealous this time. She said it had almost been two months since she had sex last. “Maybe you two should fantasize a bit,” I blurted out. I couldn’t believe I said that. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe I was just feeling turned on. Either way, I suddenly felt open about talking to her about it. She asked what I meant, and I told her, “You know, talk dirty. Act like you’re on the beach where others can see you. Or act like there’s another girl or guy with you.” “What?” Her eyes widened when I told her that. Like she was expecting me to be some innocent little girl or something. “Do you guys do that?” I admitted that we did sometimes fantasize about both men and women. And that in those fantasies, you would sometimes want to be with the man, and I would sometimes be with the woman. I admitted that it was a great spark for us in bed. That’s when she asked if we ever fantasized about people we knew. I told her we usually didn’t, but I could tell by the look in her eye what she was going to ask next. “Have you ever imagined I was with you?” I couldn’t lie to her. “Yes, a few times,” I admitted. All of a sudden, I felt some sort of tension grow between us. She stood and went to the kitchen. I felt uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t sure if I said something to upset her. I thought she would think that it was cool that we fantasized sometimes, even if we thought about her. But after her reaction, I wasn’t so sure. Since she’s such a good friend, I followed her to the kitchen. “Are you okay?” I asked. I stood next to her and she turned to me. Our eyes met, and I have to tell you, my heart was beating so fast. I looked into her eyes and I wanted to kiss her so bad. The tension I felt earlier was a sexual tension so powerful, I can’t even describe it. I felt myself being drawn to her. She put her hand on my arm and bent toward me. I leaned in and our lips met briefly. It was only a fleeting kiss, then we looked at each other again, almost as if we were looking for permission. She stepped closer and we kissed gently. It was so nice. Her lips are so soft and smooth. I could smell her hair, her perfume. It sounds cliché, but I felt intoxicated from her touch, her smell. I felt my lips part, and our tongues began to play with each other lightly. It wasn’t clumsy like the time we kissed when we were younger. We clicked this time. It felt right. Natural. And I was dizzy from it. I felt like I was going to faint. My heart was beating so fast. It felt great. A rush. At the same time, I didn’t know what I was doing. I wanted to share this with her, but I was also scared. I wanted to pull her closer, but at the same time, I wanted to run. Her hand slipped under my shirt and caressed my ribs. Shivers went up my back. When she moved to kiss my neck, I couldn’t take it anymore. I suddenly felt unsure about what I was doing. Scared. Worried that what I was doing would be considered cheating. So I pulled away, tried to compose myself, and said, “We better get ready for the bar.” She didn’t say a word as she went to her room to change. I didn’t think she was upset, but there was suddenly this weirdness between us. I could tell already. It didn’t get much better on the way to the bar. Although we laughed and had a good time, I could tell we were both holding something back. We should’ve talked about it. Instead, we started drinking a little to heavily. I must’ve been pretty drunk, because I lost all inhibition. I don’t know why. My emotions were swirling. It was like I was out of control. The bar wasn’t even crowded yet, and I heard myself tell her about the dildo you bought me for Christmas. “It’s huge,” I said. “And so real. You wouldn’t believe it.” When she asked if I had it with me, I just said, “Of course.” I told her you bought it for me to use on vacation so I wouldn’t forget about you, and she just shook her head and laughed this evil laugh. “God, he is a catch,” she said, in a joking tone, but I could tell she was thinking about how her sex life compared to ours, and that she longed to be with someone. Her husband, some random guy, anyone. That’s when a couple of guys came up to us and asked if we’d dance with them. With one look between us, we both knew we had no desire to dance with anyone except ourselves. So we said no, then proceeded to go up on stage and dance alone. After only a few songs, I was sweating and huffing and puffing. It was a blast. I felt alive. Happy. Full of energy. I’ve never danced like that before. With a man or a woman. It was that sexual tension I mentioned. There was just something between us. We both felt it. We danced so close. I wanted to kiss her again so bad. But I was torn. I wanted her, but I wanted to be true to you. During the last dance, she grabbed me and pulled me to her. Our lips were so close I could almost taste her. I caught myself before I leaned in for another kiss. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran. I told her I had to go, and left, not sure where I was going. Thankfully, she followed and met me in the parking lot. We walked to her car and she drove us home, neither of us saying anything. I was so scared. I felt like I was going to lose a friend if I said or did anything wrong. So we didn’t say anything. After a car ride in complete silence, I just said, “Goodnight,” and went to my room. I changed into the romper you gave me for Christmas and plopped down on the bed with the light on. I was so confused. This was what I wanted. I had a chance to try something with her. Something I’ve fantasized about. But there I was, sleeping alone. I didn’t even get under the covers, somehow hoping that I’d get the courage up to go to her room. I wanted to call you, too, but that didn’t feel right either. I even thought about pulling out that dildo and having fun, to see if that would relax me. I was about ready to do it when Kelli knocked on the door and opened it a crack. “Can I come in?” she asked softly. I told her it was okay, so she took a step inside. “Are you okay?” she asked. I told her I was just tired and a little drunk. She said she was too. She sat on the edge of the bed next to my hips and I watched as her oversize T-shirt crept up over her thighs to reveal very shapely legs, hiding almost nothing. We talked about the day and all that had happened. She admitted that she wasn’t sure what to think, but she knew she didn’t want it to come between us. I told her I had actually enjoyed the kiss, but that I was nervous about it. I had never really followed through on those kinds of thoughts. She just sat and listened to me, really listened. It was so nice. Comforting. She said she understood. Evidently she went through something similar the first time she was with woman. She also admitted that she had thought about me that way before, and that if we were ever to try something sexual, that we could take it slow and see how it went. I smiled at her, feeling calm again. She rested her hand on my thigh and gently caressed it as we talked on about how great it was to see each other. Her touch, well, it made me so wet. I was incredibly relaxed, and her voice, her hands, everything, really turned me on and soothed me at the same time. “Well, I’ll let you get some sleep,” she said. Then she leaned over, resting her hand on the inside of my thigh, her fingers brushing against my bare skin. She bent to me and gently kissed my forehead, then my lips. I responded by putting my hand on her neck and pulling her closer. We began to kiss deeply. It was so passionate. The tension from the last few hours seemed to rush over us, our mouths loving one another. Our tongues playing. Our lips smacking. It was lovely. They were slow, soft, wonderful kisses. She stood, then straddled me, her knees to either side of my hips. I ran my hands over her thighs as she kissed my neck and nibbled my ears. I was in heaven. My breathing was fast, and my heart was pounding. Her lips felt so good on my skin. Like an icy burn. I wanted her hands, her lips, her body all over mine. She stopped kissing me for an instant and our eyes met. Without a word, we communicated all that was necessary. “I’ll be slow,” she whispered. “If I do anything you don’t like, just tell me.” I could only nod. She unbuttoned my outfit and ran her hands gently over my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach. It felt so good. Her touch was gentle and warm. Caring. But erotic. I felt my hands go to her hair as she leaned down to kiss my nipples. Her tongue flicked back and forth and she sucked me into her mouth. Her hands kneaded my breasts, making me gasp. When she bit into my left nipple, I thought I was going to climax right there. I was short of breath, feeling her lips and tongue on my skin. Her warm breath blew across my stomach as she kissed her way down. She kissed my belly and bit my sides softly. I gasped again at her every move, feeling every inch of my skin burn with excitement. She moved up and pulled me to her in a sitting position. As we kissed, she slid her hands under my outfit. I felt the warm romper slide off of me. She laid me back down, then pulled the outfit over my legs, completely exposing me. “You’re so beautiful, Amanda,” she said. She slid her T-shirt over her head to reveal the sexiest body I’ve ever seen. Her skin was flawless. Her shoulders and hips were so smooth and curvy, and her breasts were perfect. Smaller than mine, but round. Firm. I reached out and ran my fingers over them, caressing, learning their every curve. Then she lay on me, our entire bodies skin to skin as we kissed. Our hands roamed slowly over each other, inspecting each part with very needed attention. “I want to taste you,” Kelli whispered. “Oh, God, Kelli,” I gasped. “Please. Do.” She kissed her way down my body. I tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, every step of the way. My hips started to sway ever so slightly. I felt my body’s climax building. When her tongue found my inner thigh, I almost lost it. Luckily, she seemed to know what she was doing. I felt my body relax as she blew gently over my hips and thighs, making me moan louder and louder. When she rubbed my pussy, I knew I wanted more. I didn’t have to wait long. She moved her mouth over me and began to lick. Slowly at first, then slightly more vigorous. While her tongue was flicking over my clit, her thumbs were doing….I don’t know what they were doing. She was rubbing them in a slow circle on the outside of my pussy, and oh god, it felt so good. She was so good at what she did. I couldn’t keep my hips from rocking. Every time I thought I was about to come, I’d grab her head, pulling it closer, then I’d tense up. But she’d slow down, teasing me every time. Her tongue caressed every spot, her lips sucking my lips into her mouth. I was so wet. The room smelled of sex. It was wonderful. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (and at the same time, not nearly long enough), she sucked my clit into her mouth and her tongue darted back and forth over it. This sent me over the edge. I grabbed the sheets in my fists and screamed, the most powerful orgasm wracking through my body. My legs started to shake as the climax tapered off. Kelli kissed my thighs, then kissed and nibbled her way back to me. We kissed again deeply. I could taste myself on her lips. It tasted so good, and I wanted to return the favor. But when I moved to do so, Kelli pressed against me. “Relax, Amanda. Enjoy the moment,” she said. “One step at a time.” I looked into her eyes and knew she was right. I leaned back and she lay next to me, our bodies entwined. We cuddled for awhile, not saying a word, our breathing eventually slowing down and matching one another. We kissed a few times and exchanged looks, but I soon fell into a very peaceful sleep. I woke up once in the night, under the sheets, the lights out. Kelli was nowhere to be seen. I silently thanked my friend and pulled the blankets around my neck. When I woke the next morning, Kelli and I shared breakfast. We talked quietly, a calm between us. It was like we shared something sacred, and we didn’t need to speak much or it would in some way ruin the gift. After breakfast, she dropped me off at my parent’s house. I leaned over and kissed her before I got out of the car. “Thanks,” I said as our kiss broke. She only smiled. I’m not going to lie, Hon. I’m not upset for what I did. Not really. I’m just worried I might have hurt you in some way. I needed to get this off my chest and let you know what’s going on down here. Please E-mail me back and let me know if you’re okay. I want to know that I did the right thing. I’m supposed to see Kelli again tonight, and I hope I have your blessing. Last night she showed me something I've wanted to see for a long time. Tonight, if you’re willing, I’d like to be with her again. I love you, Honey. I hope this is all okay. Please, let me know so I can quiet my nerves, and hopefully, try something new again tonight. Love, Amanda |
Hypoactive Sexual Desire Syndrome (HSDS): A lack of sexual desire and absence of erotic or sexual thoughts. A pretty odd topic to be covering on an erotic story venue like this, but still more relevant than might be appreciated at first blush. Using the original definition of HSDS ( low sexual desire, not necessarily a complete lack) which was used prior to the fourth edition of the psychology bible, nearly a third of all women met the classification as having HSDS. This means, even using conservative estimates, a significant portion of the readers of this web site know, date, or are married to someone matching HSDS criteria. To help you come to grips with that number and who you might know having personal experience of it: I have HSDS. I know, pretty weird. About now you've clicked on my profile, possibly even pulled up some of the stories I've done. Depending on which ones you read, you can quit stuttering and ask it: "WTF?" Believe it or not, this is part of my self-imposed therapy. Writing erotica forces me to think about sex. It makes me rethink about my day, events, interactions, and challenges... and pushes a little tingle into my twattle, so to speak. What's it like to have HSDS? A little real-life story may help (and if you happen to be the gentleman in this story, I am sooo sorry for what I might've made you think!): "Oh, my, goodness! That guy in the store. He was looking at me repeatedly. Then, when I ran into him an aisle or two down, he continued looking at me. When we passed each other again, I finally asked him if I knew him; and we started talking. He kept looking at my shirt, I must've had something on it, bless his heart: he didn't want to embarrass me and say something. He was very friendly, but unfortunately I wasn't who he thought I was. He even offered to help me take stuff out to my car when we'd finished shopping. I squeezed his arm and told him that was so sweet, but I could manage..." I gushed all this to my husband after returning from a shopping trip to Home Depot, just to see if he remembered the gentleman from somewhere. I was so animated, my girls, running loose inside my t-shirt, probably looked like a pair of playful kittens tussling. "Uh, sweetie? He was coming on to you. How many times did you touch him?" he asked me in that same gentle voice he uses when trying to explain a difficult topic to a resistant audience. "No! He couldn't have! I don't know, maybe I just held onto his arm for a while. He was just so friendly and it seemed like I'd known him..." "I'm not upset. I just think it's amazingly cute that you led him so far on, he was probably wondering if he'd get some in the parking lot or just grab a quick feel before getting your number." "He couldn't have thought that! I was wearing my wedding ring!" I objected quickly; but started to recall what was said, how it was said, how I probably was a little more breathy than normal when talking to him. How I cuddled his arm into... oh, my, GOD! I was fondling his arm against my boob! Now afterward I could feel a little tingle. But it wasn't happening while it was happening, if you get my meaning. And that's an odd part about having HSDS. It doesn't mean I'm a sexless wonder (shut up, hubby!), it often means the starter has to be pressed many times before the engine will turn over. Even then, there's a good chance it won't start without someone or something else priming it. It also means I can be in a complete, sweat inducing, sexually charged erotic situation, and not realize it until later. Possibly much later. Possibly much later after someone asks me about it and points it out. Blatantly. With four letter words. And sometimes a flow chart with pictures. I have to work to get into the mood along with the planets being perfectly aligned. That's part of my activity here: not only to help you (or a loved one) get that spark, but to help learn how to turn over my own engine. I'd really like to figure out how to drive my sex so maybe one day I too can have a sex drive. With lots of time and effort, I've finally gotten to the point where, if you ask my body, it knows what it wants. It even responds quite well many times (or so I'm told); but as soon as my brain gets involved, it all goes down the toilet. But I'm still trying, at least when I remember or I am reminded. So if you, someone you know, or someone you're intimate with (being intimate is emotional closeness, it doesn't have to involve sex, you Neanderthal!) has HSDS, or you suspect she may have HSDS, please remember a few things: 1) It's not you. It's not that you don't love him/she doesn't love you. It's possible sex and sexy thoughts don't even come up naturally in day-to-day thinking. 2) If you haven't seen your doctor lately, I know feet in the stirrups isn't the best time to start having a conversation with your gynecologist, but specifically point out any important history: - I don't sleep well - I'm depressed - I have no interest in sex - hell, I don't even think a single sexy thought in any given month / year /decade. 3) All estrogen level tests are not created equal and there are better times than others during your cycle to get a good baseline. Your doctor isn't yanking your chain, you may need to have blood drawn several times throughout the month to truly rule out low sex hormone levels as a potential cause. (But think of it this way: if popping a pill daily gives you more energy, yields a more fitful night's sleep, plus you wake up feeling like you want to use Mr. Happy instead of telling him, "It's a full bladder, you moron, go pee," it might be worth it.) Unfortunately for me it's not as easy as a hormone problem solved with a pill; and like most folks with HSDS, there is no easy fix. Fortunately or unfortunately, I have an understanding hubby to prod me along. Things you can do to help: 1) As a significant other, ask if it's okay to butt into her personal demon that may be stalking, silently, without her awareness. Explain HSDS: it helps to know it has a name and you aren't alone. 2) You can try to remember to be in the moment. When appropriate, be in the here and now, don't get bogged down dwelling on the past or future. 3) As the significant other: be kind, be gentle, be understanding. Don't be afraid to keep trying, though. Nudge her to read a short story from this site. Ask her for a topic, any random word, and just have a laugh together looking it up to find the associated story. 4) If you're frustrated and just want to talk (or your spouse is frustrated ) - I'm here. You click on the response button or you can send a message directly to me through LitErotica. I live with it every day of my life. But it doesn't mean I'm willing to give up being the wonderful, sexual being someone supposedly promised me when I became a confident woman. Instead, I'm choosing to make an effort and attempt to collect on that promise. Maybe there is hope. I spent the first 22 years of my life in Sicily, where I was born and grew up. After graduating with a college degree, I left to do my masters in California, where I've been living ever since. This story is about my sexual experiences when I first started dating men in college. Its strange for me now to think about those days because I received a lot of - what I know now to be inconsiderate and humiliating treatment by my boyfriends at the time. But I did not break up with them, in fact, I more or less accepted and grew to expect it from them. It is only after being out of that culture for a decade or so that I look back wondering why I accepted so many repeated humiliations. My first boyfriend was the most popular guy in my high school.I was not allowed to date when we were in high school together, to the dissapointment of the many boys who were constantly asking me out. My athletic body, flowing black hair, and firm C-cup breasts, always pressing pertly against the sweaters I used to wear, brought a lot of attention from the boys and envy from the girls. But I could never do anything with the boys that I liked; my parents were quite strict, and never allowed me to spend time with my male classmates unless other girls were also present. The moment I was at university and had the freedom to do whatever I wished I began to date Roberto who attracted me with his popularity and his slick, stereotypical bad-boy looks. We were soon having sex regularly. I would come over to his parents house when no one was home, and he would bend me over the kitchen table and plow himself into me. His penis felt a little bit on the small side, but what he lacked in size and girth he made up in enthusiasm. I really enjoyed having sex regularly, and I wasn't afraid to be vocal during it, always begging him to pump into me faster and faster until he blew his load into me. One day he convinced me to do a striptease for him. I had never taken my clothes off to music before, but after a little encouragement I thought I'd give it a try. I got really into it, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and slipping it over my shoulders, taking of my bra with my back turned to him and teasing him with glimpses of my bare breasts until it was time to expose them and rub it in his face. I was down to just my shoes and panties when I noticed Dario - Roberto's brother - watching me through a crack in the door. I quickly covered myself up with my hands, and started picking up my clothes. But Roberto stopped me.He calmly explained that he arranged this whole thing because his brother had never seen a naked woman before. I called him a pig and tried to put on my clothes but he would not let me. He pleaded with me to expose my body to Dario. In response, I showered him with insults called him a low-life liar. He got angry and told me he was going to make me do what I was told, whether I liked it or not. He took my clothes and threw them up high up on a shelf where I could not reach them. He told me that unless I did as he asked, he would throw me out of the house naked. That stopped me right in my tracks. I would not want to be caught in the streets in just my shoes and panties. Besides being arrested, I would bring shame to my family. I really did not want to display myself to Dario. We all went to the same high school together - Dario was a year younger than us and was in his final year - and I had hung out with him on several social occasions. He was always making dirty jokes and jabbering nonstop about sports. But I guess I had no choice. Roberto came over to me and took my arms and lowered them to my sides. Dario swore at the sight of my bare breasts and started rubbing himself through his pants. Roberto whispered to me to walk over to him, and ask him to pull down my panties. My face reddened with shame, but I went over and did it. It was a bit surreal to feel him slide down my panties and to stand in front of him as he gazed at my naked body. Roberto had me lie down on the sofa in front of them and spread my legs. He then told me to masturbate as both of them pulled out their dicks and started whacking them. I closed my eyes, and did my best to shut out their panting. I did not like being exposed this way, but the thought of letting someone else see me sexually was arousing. I just wish it wasnt Dario. I imagined exposing myself to a couple of hard-bodied, cute guys, who would stroll over in a gentlemanly fashion and propose a dalliance, which I would happily accept. It wasn't long indulging in this fnatasy that I started emitting moans of pleasure. The boys must have taken a cue from that, because I suddenly felt hands on my body. I opened my eyes and saw Dario standing in front of me, cupping one of my breasts with his hand as he was beating off. I started to push him away, but Roberto came over and forced my hands back onto my pussy. "Come on," he said, "he's never touched a woman before, show him what breasts feel like." I went back to touching myself, as both of them now started fondling me. I went back to my fantasy, and was getting quite close to cumming when suddenly I felt warm liquid on myself. Both of them ejaculated over my face and breasts. They seemed to look over at me with smirks on their faces. "She looks pretty hot with cum all over her," said Dario. "See," said Roberto, "I told you she would enjoy it. Don't forget brother, you've gotta be insistent with women." They handed me my clothes and told me to leave because their parents were coming soon. Thinking back to it now, I don't know why I didn't break up with Roberto right then. But he called me to apologize; he told me he thought I'd be into it. I told him to go to hell, but he bought me some expensive gifts - I don't even remember what they were - and I told him I'd be his girlfriend again. He promised never to do anything like that. Of course, this was a lie, and I did break up with him permanently after his next stunt. Several weeks later we had settled back to our old routine. Every day I would go over to his house to be fucked. Roberto got off at doing it in different rooms, and I think there was hardly a spot in the house I was not fucked in. One day he was doing me doggy style in his room when his brother walked in. I tried to stop, but Roberto just kept thrusting into me and would not let me go. "Come on," he whispered, "he has already seen you naked." After a couple of minutes I figured out I could not win and gave up to struggle. I hoped Roberto would just fuck me while his brother watched. But Roberto had something else in mind. He used the opportunity to put my hands behind my back and hold them there. Meanwhile, he nodded to his brother who walked over to me and started to fondle my breasts. I tried to say something, but just as I opened my mouth, Dario pulled out his cock and slid it in my mouth. It was the first time I was fucked by two guys at once. I can't say I enjoyed it much, though I did fantasize about being double teamed on other occasions. Both brothers were quite rough with me. Roberto fucked me very hard from behind. Dario put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed me hard on his cock until I was deep throating all of it. He didn't let me pick my rhythm, just pushed my head onto his cock until he shot his load in my mouth barely minutes later. He then told me to swallow and slapped my face with his dick until I opened my mouth and showed him I swallowed all of it. He then grinned an informed me this was the first time he did anything with a girl. Meanwhile, Roberto was still fucking me from behind. He kept talking about how he knew I liked it, and that I was such a slut he knows I enjoyed being fucked like a little whore. Eventually, he came too, and soon as he released me, I got dressed and left. That was the last straw for Roberto, and I did not return any of his calls after that. Little did I know that I would suffer gradually worse and worse abuses at the hands of every boyfriend I would have for the next four years before I left Sicily. Eventually, I even grew to accept and expect such behavior from my boyfriends. In the next stories, I'll recount more of the humiliations that I accepted from these men. |
After Laura's wedding, people split in all directions. The newlyweds headed for St. Thomas in the Virgins, to sail and enjoy each other's bodies in the warm Caribbean sun. My parents, who had just been to England for a walking trip along Hadrian's Wall, decided to stay home and be domestic. Roberta, my cousin from California, wanted to try New England skiing, even though early December was a crapshoot in terms of snow conditions. She and I had been matched up in the wedding party and hit it off well. I fancied her trim body, blond hair, and good looks. I wasn't sure exactly, at that point, what she saw in me. She was enthusiastic that my folks agreed the two of us could take the family 4 wheel drive SUV, and that I knew how to drive it in bad weather, if we ran into any. Two other skiing couples decided to come, but were delayed by work commitments until the weekend. We loaded gear and provisions into the car after a very late awakening the day after the wedding. My head was hurting and the weather forecast was threatening. The two hundred miles to our family ski chalet was usually a four hour drive but I told Roberta, who preferred to be called Kim, that we needed to get a move on because the approach to the cabin was an uphill road that I wanted to do in daylight. I also loaded a snow shovel, chains, a down sleeping bag and other survival gear on top of the skis and boots and groceries, along with backpacks just in case. Kim was good company and the miles went by quickly. I didn't say anything but the overcast got steadily lower and the wind increased from the south. Fresh snow for skiing would be very welcome, but we needed to get there first. About an hour out, rain began that quickly turned to sleet and then to snow. The warm highway was preventing accumulation for a bit, but soon I had the 4WD engaged and was peering into dim twilight that showed no traffic, and no plows, on the road. Kim asked "Eric, you are ok on this road?" which was a polite way of inquiring about my snow driving experience. I could tell she didn't want to get me mad, but wondered what we were getting into. I told her I was lucky that my dad had made sure my sister and I had winter driving opportunities on earlier trips to the cabin. With several inches of unplowed snow on the road, our speed was down to twenty, and I realized it was going to be dark soon. We were perhaps thirty miles out when I came up on a county plow and stayed behind him on the welcome bare road. His bright lights lit up the storm and the thick flakes. My companion was visibly anxious and I suggested she get into ski gear to take her mind off the bad conditions. What was going through my mind was the fact that the plow would create a two or three foot berm as it passed our turnoff and the SUV wasn't going to just power through the congealed snow. I was happy to see the sign for our development loom up out of the dark. "That sign means we are a mile from the turnoff," I told Kim. The plow was going slower and throwing a heavy row to the side. I allowed some space to open up in order to get a look at our access road as the plow driver passed it. Sure enough, the opening was there, and plugged with not one but two mounds of snow made by plows. I stopped and turned on my hazard lights. Shovel time. The families in our development contracted for local plowing, but not at night. I asked Kim to come and sit in the driver's seat so she could move the car if necessary, and keep the headlights where I could see. My body complained a lot about manual labor as a drinking penance, but we only needed an eight foot path. Thirty minutes had the pile down far enough to get through. But the uphill section was now buried under six inches of fresh slippery snow and I wondered how far up the car was going to go. Kim and I changed places and she got back in the passenger side. "Do you think we will go up that?" She looked at me, half smiling and half anxious. "I'm going to take a good run at it and we'll just have to hoof it if we don't get to the cabin driveway. I should warn you we can't leave the car in the middle of the road, so my last move is going to put your side up against the bank." "I actually have my gaiters with me, believe it or not. Better put them on. I see why you put the packs in." "Hang on," I told her. I backed fifty yards, put the car in low 4WD and gunned it through the opening and into the fresh snow. Visibility was nonexistent and the wheels were catching and spinning as we weaved up the hill. About halfway, it ended with no more progress. I let the vehicle slide slowly into the bank, being grateful there was no ditch. Kim leaned across the console and gave me a quick kiss. "Nice work. How much of this do we haul tonight?" "What about breakfast and our toilet kits and the sleeping bag. There is no heat and no hot water in there right now." As she slithered over the seats to find and pack the breakfast, Kim said, "You didn't tell me we were going on a survival trek." "Dad took us on a real survival outing one time. Made us dig a pit, put limbs over it with a snow cover. Then we dug ourselves into the back of it and slept in our clothes. Dad said it might save our lives some time. Told us a story of some skiers lost off trail who got caught by dark and made it though the night in a snow cave." She came climbing back towards me, giving me the pack. We stuffed the bag into the other pack and got out with strong flashlights. I shut down the car and the immediate silence and dark was intimidating. I locked up and carefully zipped the keys in my pants. She asked, "Are we going to be able to find your place?" "Yes." I set off up the road, thinking that if we had trouble, I needed to get us back to the car before our tracks were covered over. The snow cave could actually happen, I realized. In a hundred yards, we were both gasping and hanging on to each other. My luck was holding because as I swung the light around, the power pole on the corner of our block was dimly in sight. No other lights because no one else was foolish enough to be out here in the blizzard. "That pole is fifty yards from our house. We're almost there." Kim was tough. She put her snowy head down and trudged right behind me. The footsteps were a foot deep. "Great powder tomorrow," I said in my cheeriest voice. She pounded on my back and said, "If we're still alive." We shook ourselves off in the mudroom. The place was cold as a dungeon. I led into the living room. "I'll go see to getting the furnace going if you want to make a fire in the woodstove. Then we can heat some water for tea." The propane furnace was under the cabin in its own little hole. There was electronic ignition, but dad didn't like to leave it on when no one was around. I opened the supply valve and went through the start sequence. Presto, a good roar and blue flames. When I came upstairs, Kim had the water on, and was unpacking the breakfast things. "What about hot chocolate with brandy instead of tea?" She grabbed me a in great big hug. "Yes. Yes. Very hot chocolate." I got kissed on my forehead, my cold nose, and my lips. Hmmm. "You got us here. I was really worried. Scared, even. You drove like a pro in that snow!" We sat on the leather sofa in front of the fire, warming our hands on hot mugs, with the sleeping bag spread across our laps. There was warm air blowing from the furnace vents, but it was going to be hours before the cold was driven out of the house. "How can you bring your girlfriends to this icebox of a ski place and expect any romance?" She smiled at me and kissed my cheek. I like girls who kiss a lot. "Can you find a duvet and some pillows from upstairs? I'll fix us a toasted muffin." Munching on a muffin while snuggling with your cousin in front of the fire under a down bag and a duvet was not all bad. She took another gulp of the brandy hot chocolate and made approving noises as she wiggled tightly in place in front of me. "I don't know about you, but I'm here for the night. You need to tell me stories of your conquests of sexy skibunnies. Right here on this sofa, I'll bet." She giggled and wiggled herself into me harder. I slipped my arm over her and settled down myself. She moved the hand to her well covered breast and said, "This is the first seduction move, isn't it?" I put on my panic stricken voice and said, "Mom, I'm at the cabin and this neat girl is hitting on me. What do I do now?" Kim turned into me, laughing so hard she could hardly manage a passionate wet kiss. My hand wormed its way under her clothing. "Don't you dare put your ice cold fingers on my bare boob. I want you, but only after I'm warm." She reached down to see if I was hard, which I was. "Everready, eh?" She frenched me again. I turned her back to me again and nuzzled her ear. "Maybe we can get it on in the morning?" We both relaxed, thinking about that. The fire crackled, the brandy mellowed, and sleep took us. I woke in the middle of the night. Kim and I were toasty but the fire needed attention, and so did my bladder. I stirred things up in the stove and built up the wood supply. I was pissing a big stream when she walked up behind me and grabbed my cock. "Hmmm. You're going to attack me with this? Is does get hard, doesn't it?" she teased as I was elbowed out of the way and she sat down, making noises as loud as mine. I pulled her hair and kissed the top of her head. "I'm having trouble remembering why I didn't make a move on you at the wedding." She wiped and lead us back to the sofa. Her eyes glistened in the firelight. "Weddings are dumb for everyone but the new husband and wife. I'm glad we waited to get it on until we got up here. I guess I'm warm enough if you want to have a go." We got snuggled back down, minus most of our clothes this time. I unclipped her bra and put my hand where it belonged, on firm, curved bare skin. "Honey, I know I only get first base tonight." I nibbled on her ear and she laughed and we were asleep again. I opened my eyes to daylight and the sight of Kim walking back from the bathroom and pulling on her longjohns. She smiled at me, "Fresh powder now, sex later. The coffee water is on." A quick breakfast and we were out in the snow, going to the car to get gear. There was a ski hill shuttle at the bottom of the hill every few minutes. It was the best skiing day of my life. Worth the tense moments of the night before. Kim led the way on almost every run. She had the locked up knee technique for powder down pat and was a sight to see, weaving through the trees and over bumps. I powered along, my skis nowhere near as close together as hers. We went in for a mulled wine at eleven, our legs feeling tired from the great snow and the first day of the season. She leaned into me. "I like skiing with you. I don't say that to many guys. I skied varsity at Colorado and that intimidates men, so I didn't tell you in advance. You get down the hill real well yourself." "Yes, but not looking like you do." I kissed the back of her hand. "We've got friends coming, let's not beat ourselves to a pulp today. What about another hour and we'll go back, retrieve the car and have lunch at the condo. I'll see about firing up the hot tub." Kim sat across from me in the kitchen, sipping some very hot soup. Her face was windburned and she looked like a magazine vision of a ski bunny. "Do we get to relax on that marvelous sofa again?" Her eyes were flashing at me. "Oh, not more of that stupid cuddling." I picked her up and walked us to the sofa, then down with her on top, pulling up the duvet from last night. "You can do anything you want to me in here as long as we stay warm." We cuddled, closed our eyes, and were asleep. She was wiggling around, pulling off her top and removing her bra. The boobs were impressive. "That lined sports bra is great for skiing, but makes me itch around the house. I guess it's ok if I just wave them at you like this?" I caught one and fastened my lips to it. Very tasty. My teeth nibbled at the end of it, which was poking out a ways and very stiff. "You are going to get me all hot and bothered. My boobs are sensitive. I suppose that's the idea, get her hot and bothered?" I gathered Kim in and kissed the back of her neck. "You said it, not me." I sat up and helped her skin out of the ski pants. A strong all woman scent wafted up from between her legs. She grabbed my hand, "Shower first, I'm too ripe for sex right now." Under the hot water, she pressed the soap into my hands and asked, "You know how to clean up a woman, do you?" She had an athlete's body that took the soap well. I imagined all kinds of violent things we could be doing but settled for vigorous rubbing of key locations. She had her arms around my neck, her tongue in my mouth, and all of her front pressed into me when the hot water ran out. "Are we saving up for special occasion, or just going for it?" "Don't tease. Do me." Her eyes looked at me in the mirror, checking me looking at her tits jiggle as I bottomed out in her tight but welcoming sex. "Like the view?" Our eyes locked on each other as we rocked together. "Honey, you not only ski well, you fuck well." She laughed and clamped down hard on me. "This is lots more fun than sex after a drunken wedding reception. I had to work to get here. Even Kim, the tough skier, was worried out there in the storm." "What about Kim, the beautiful woman who asks for sex in front of the mirror?" She didn't answer that and we worked our way towards a climax that had me shouting and spurting into her. I sank to my knees, turned her body and buried my face in her messy pussy. "OMG, that's not in the script! Oh daddy, you have such a long tongue." She was twisting and writhing, but my hands gripped her ass firmly and my tongue wasn't quitting. She tried pulling my hair, but I just worked harder, bringing my mouth to her clit and worrying it with my lips and teeth. She screamed a long wail and came really hard this time. In a few moments, I had a collapsed body in my arms and carried it to the bed. I folded her in and said I would be back soon. I returned with two very hot toddies and some fancy cheese that had made it through the storm. I nudged my way into the bed, trying not to spill the drinks. "Go away, I hate you." "What do you mean, that was the best sex I've had ever." She turned over, laughing and reached out a hand for her mug. "I know. It's not fair of you to destroy me like that! My mother said a woman should be in charge at all times." I reached for a pink nipple. "Is that so?" "When I can have orgasms like that, I don't care who is in control." She blushed. I pinched the nipple gently. "I am sorry that we only have one more day of skiing and sex by ourselves." "My sisters are pretty open about sex. Maybe there will be fun and games. I suppose you will be wanting permission to do my Sarah and SueEllen?" "Is that before or after your brothers in law hit on you?" "Are you jealous already?" She crawled up on my thigh and kissed me. "As a matter of fact, I am. I don't know any other woman who would have stayed right with me in the storm." "You are making me feel possessive too. I shouldn't admit this, but it's been a while since I had a regular boyfriend. Too busy with my career." "Since I've already taken advantage of your womanly charms, why are you worried about telling me you don't have a boyfriend?" She kissed me and wiggled around some more. "I read somewhere that guys are more attentive if they think other guys are chasing the same woman they are." "Old argument. Very old. When there is a surplus of eligible women like there is now, high maintenance women get left behind. Although there is a big hole in my argument." I licked her ear. She kissed me and said, "A big hole?" "Now you've got me saying I shouldn't admit this, but there is a definite shortage of beautiful women with strong athletic bodies that can ski like demons, and enjoy sex afterwards." I added, "And don't fall down and cry in a snowstorm." She hugged me tightly and said, "That's my new motto, 'Don't fall down in a snowstorm.' " "It's early, but very nice in here." "Hold me. I'll turn out the light." The don't fall down woman was handing me a cup of coffee. It was already late for skiing. She had one of my long tshirts on and looked great. She sat across my thighs and we sipped together. "Where are we going to ski?" Her sex was enticingly close to me, and I thought about skipping the skiing part of the day. "What about Badger run on the backside? Might be some untracked powder left." She grinned at me and looked at my half hard cock. "Not at this rate," she said. She leaned over with a kiss and said, "If you ski me hard, you can fuck me hard." "If you hadn't delivered like you did last night, I would say you were a tease." "The others may be here tonight. We need to get the hot tub organized and turned on. I'll make us a lunch while you check it out and get dressed. Her shapely tan ass peeking out from under the tee was definitely a tease. I turned on the fill valve for the large tub which could hold four and squeeze in six. By the time we were ready to go, the tub was full. I turned on the heat and put the insulated top back on. On the hill, I was actually keeping up better with the streak of blue and gray. Her skis were softer than mine and in today's crud I had some advantage. At lunch on the sunny deck, we lotioned up and lay back on the bench. Kim checked in with Sarah, who said they were almost on the road and were bringing dinner. We should shop for red wine. She closed her eyes and said, "I have a naughty idea. We get them boozed up and well fed and announce the hot tub is no suit territory but everyone is welcome. If they give me a hard time, I tell them it is a long standing tradition of your family. Breaking it would result in terrible feng shui!" I pulled her hair and said, "You are terrible and decadent and I love you." "Whoa! Be careful with that word. You are talking to a lonely single girl who might be on the prowl." "You didn't look too lonely last night." She nibbled on my finger. "You are being very nice to me. Maybe we need to talk about our goals in life." "What about our goals in the sack, or in the hot tub?" "Don't be cruel. I'm trying to have a halfway serious conversation with you." "Do you own the place you live in California.?" "Yes." "Can I live with you while I finish school?" "Yes." "Do we get to ski together like this?" "Yes." "I think I better propose but I don't have a ring." "What if I tell my sisters that I am head over heels in love with you and we might get engaged up here?" "Dangerous. Very dangerous. What if they try to argue you out of it. Tell you I look like a useless wimp who could never satisfy you or support you?" "I get you in the same room with the three of us, and everyone gets a compatibility check." "Hmmm. Totally devious. How could a horny guy like me turn that down?" "There's a problem. You have to give them a screaming orgasm like you gave me." "But you drained me dry last night." "Yes, but I'll tell you a secret. The three of us like girl sex now and then. I'll start feeling them up in the hot tub and tell them we have to have a short break so I can tell them something. You give us a few minutes and tell the guys you need a potty break." And all the chips just fall in place?" "I was thinking more like 'all the cunts just come!' " I stood and pulled her up. "Please hang on to those naughty ideas while we go ski some more. This weather isn't going to last forever." After a stop at the liquor store for several bottles of expensive wine, we pulled into the condo lot just as Sarah and SueEllen and there husbands were arriving. Several loads of stuff later, we were all in front of the fire nursing some whiskey and full of ski talk. Kim and I tried not to rub in our adventures in the fresh powder. The others seemed to be good skiers, but probably not in Kim's class. I got some ribbing about having to follow a girl down the slopes. I mumbled about how following Kim anywhere was a thrill, and got strange looks from the wives. Dinner was fettucini with both meat and meatless sauce. It disappeared in a hurry, along with all of the red wine supply. Bodies were curled in the great room in various configurations. Kim and I told the newcomers to relax and we would serve dessert and decaf. Folks were half asleep when Kim announced that the hot tub was hot and she was having a dip before bed. Heads perked up and couples looked at each other and nodded. Kim picked that moment to remind everyone that at the Simpson condo, the hot tub attire was no suit. And bring your own towel from your bathroom. The two of us grabbed the plastic glasses and the bottle of port and were very relaxed on the far side of the tub when towel wrapped bodies appoached. Sarah said, "We are all getting in there naked?" Kim giggled and said, "Sarah! You sound like you've never seen a naked man in your life. What about those summers of skinny dipping?" Sarah laughed, dropped the towel and hopped in. I handed over some port. Seeing three of us obviously enjoying the tub, the other three were in with us quickly, and slurping on the port too. Sarah was pressed hard up against me, with an ample breast against my ribs. I put my arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Hi, it's nice you could come. The skiing will still be fine tomorrow." Kim reached across me and pinched Sarah's nipple and got an outraged look in return. She whispered, "Relax, sis, this is a weekend of fun and games." Sarah leaned into me and said so her sister could hear, "Eric, she has been a tramp for years. Be careful around her." Kim got Sarah in a headlock, pulling her across my knees, while I made sure Sarah's boobs had company. Bigger than Kim's, but softer. Alex, Sarah's partner, was on the other side of the tub, watching and laughing. SueEllen's husband Mike had his hands in naughty places and she was wiggling around on him. Kim said, "Hey, I have to borrow my sisters for just a minute to tell them something important. We'll be right back." Sarah and SueEllen looked unhappy but followed her. I gave them a couple of minutes and said I was going to take a break myself for the toilet. Alex and Mike took another sip of port and submerged down to their necks. I stepped carefully through the shared bathroom and peeked into our room. The three of them were standing in a huddle, with Kim talking in a low but intense voice. Sarah and Sue Ellen were objecting, saying, "But you hardly know him. This is too fast... " Before she knew it, I had Sarah bent over with my cock well into her receptive cunt. Kim had fingers in her mouth so she couldn't scream. Kim took control of the conversation. "Sarah, you have the world's finest cock in you. It is so fine, you are going to come in no time flat. I asked him to show you what a fine cock it is so you could judge his fitness to marry me. Are you listening, Sarah?" Sarah was getting the hosing of her life and Kim and SueEllen were doubled over laughing. I guessed that Sarah was the leader of this sister pack and had to be convinced first of my suitability. She was swiveling madly on my big strong thrusts, but resistence was crumbling as Kim continued her line of dirty talk. "Sarah, you are going to come any second, you can't resist him. I couldn't, I creamed all over him and almost passed out...' There it was, a big, big climax, with all kinds of muffled sounds. Before SueEllen realized she was next, I was in her. She hissed, "You big cocked bastard, who said you could do me too? My husband is going to suspect something when he finds all that stuff in me." Which meant, I guessed, that she knew she was going to come and that she was going to get a firehose full of me to make her day complete. She was so fired up from watching Sarah that we were coming in seconds. "Aieee. You are something else. Finish me!" I was back in the tub, my worn out cock conveniently buried deep in the hot water, when the three sisters came out, not even covering with their towels. They sure as hell looked relaxed to me. They lined up in front of the men, Kim in the middle. With water still glistening here and there, you couldn't tell that there was extra moisture between their legs. Of course, the boobs were extra pink, the eyes a bit dilated, but they put on a good show of normality. Sarah said, "We have a special announcement. Our always contrary sister has fallen in love with Eric, and these two lovebirds are getting engaged right here, right now." Everyone cheered, and they climbed back in the tub. All three women were busy on their knees, going around the tub with wet, passionate kisses for every man. They were also, I discovered, stroking cocks underwater. I got a vicious squeeze from Sarah, who whispered, "Devil." Kim ended up straddled across my knees, her pussy hard up against my cock. She leaned in close and whispered, "I'm going to pretend to hump you. Play along." She gave me a chaste girlfriend kiss. Then a hotter kiss and made sure everyone saw her tongue exploring my lips and mouth. I said, "Oh honey." In the course of a minute she transformed a simple kiss into very busy bouncing up and down in my lap, with small moans issuing from her mouth. Sarah and SueEllen started in, "Kim, you can't do that out here," but their husbands had other ideas. With minimal resistance, the other two sisters let themselves be centered on their partner's laps and pushed down hard on waiting cocks. When Kim saw what happened, she was on me in a flash. Her voice at my ear said, "You did it! I'll tell you more later." The three guys looked at each other and decided there was no hurry. Male hands explored the tits of the girl next door. Kisses were offered across bodies. Mike stood up, tightly coupled to SueEllen, "This one likes to be finished with some action on her behind." He marched off, leaving two couples still quietly enjoying cocks in cunts. Mike hadn't closed the bedroom door and we heard very clearly, "Get busy and fuck!" followed by loud slaps on SueEllen's ass. Followed by swearing and a loud scream. Sarah was tonguing Alex and bouncing harder on him. He pulled back and said, "Are you begging for some rough stuff too?" "Alex, no, that's not nice." They were walking away quickly and we were treated to a series of slaps and squeals and moans, and a long wavering cry that had to be Sarah's orgasm. Kim and I were sitting on the deck. She was clamping me as hard as she could, and laughing like crazy with a hand over her mouth. "Can you believe that? I'll bet neither one of them has had two good fucks in the same night before." "Don't get a swelled head, but they couldn't believe you got them off like you did. Sarah, who used to be uptight as they come, said, 'Kim, you have to grab Eric. They don't make many like him!' " I thrust up into her and asked,"So are we engaged, even though I haven't given you a ring?" She looked into my eyes in the dark and said, "Eric, you are currently fucking me? "Yes." "I've invited you to live in my condo in San Francisco?" "Yes." "I've agreed to take you skiing and not complain about the slovenly way you follow me down the mountain?" "Yes." "Well?" "Have you actually said you would marry me?" "Have you actually asked me to?" "Are you willing to stiplulate that our current position is equivalent to my being on my knees?" Sarah and SueEllen wandered out, drying off from the shower. "What's going on?" "He is going to ask me to marry him." "Like that!" "Why not? Can you think of a better place to be when asked to marry some guy than landed on his cock which is about to make you come?" "Eric, hurry up. We don't have much time." "Dearest Kim, will you marry me?" "Dearest Eric, Yes, I will marry you. And I will come and come and come." SueEllen and Sarah were holding each other and giggling up a storm. "That is one for the record books." The two sisters were hugging and kissing Kim, but I noticed their fingers were busy between her legs. SueEllen sucked on a finger and said, "I think the three of us are going to have to spend some weekends in San Francisco." "Only three," I asked? Sarah was pulling Kim off and treating herself to me for the second time. "After the all girl orgy, we might invite some guys for extra fun." She bounced and ground on me. This was a woman who needed a lot of sex. "What about Alex? Aren't you going to get in trouble?" SueEllen was pinching and twisting Sarah's nipples and Kim was pulling her hair and cuffing her on the head. "Yeah, what about Alex?" "He is dead asleep. Happens every time." She didn't sound happy. Sarah reached up and yanked on Kim's hair. "How did you land a guy who can keep three women happy all night?" I stood with Sarah still clamped on me and went to the shower. Kim followed, swatting her friend on the butt. Three of us got under the water together. I hugged Kim to me, applying a lot of kisses. Sarah looked sad. I said, "If Mike is out of it too, let's the rest of us get in the big bed and talk." A tired guy with three beautiful, post-orgasmic women purring and rubbing on him doesn't have much to complain about. "Hey, I don't think I am supposed to be poaching married women. Especially, when I just proposed to a third." This generated a lot of giggles and extra rubbing. SueEllen said, "Just think, you can blackmail us for more sex!" Kim said, laughing, "If you two nymphos want more of this cock, you are going to do a lot of slave work for me." I closed my eyes and said to Kim, "You better kick the married ones out before they fall asleep in here." Bodies reluctantly left. Kim nestled up to me, "Now don't go getting a swelled head because three different pussies like your cock. You just got done promising it to me." In the morning, she was still rubbing on me and he was very hard. She sat up and said "No early messes, you have to earn your sex today on the ski slopes!" She giggled as she scampered for the bathroom. Breakfast was lively, with all six of us dressed for the slopes and daring various steep runs to the others. Guys were grabbing kisses between bites and getting their heads cuffed. Lots of happiness flowing around. With our skis on at the bottom of #1 lift, Mike and Alex were hot to get to the top before the crowd developed. According to them, there was unskied powder in the trees off to the left. Kim and I looked at each other and shrugged. Not likely, but what the hell. Follow the leader and these guys wanted to lead. Kim and I were on a quad with Sarah and Alex. He was kiding around about last night and thanking Kim and me for a great evening. Sarah said through her scarf, "Alex, are you bragging about getting laid?" "Honey, that's what we came here for, didn't we? When you grabbed me in the bedroom, I just lost it." "Yes, you lost it, I'm still dripping." Kim and I giggled. Kim said, "Alex, you are terrible, poor Jeff and I just got engaged." His gloved hand rubbed her neck, "Sister in law, I don't understand this engagement stuff. The two of you look paired for life." Before things got any worse, we reached the top and waited for SueEllen and Mike. The two jock guys went off across the top of the ridge to get us to the diamond trails through the woods. The going was tricky and I was concentrtating when I heard a loud shout and stopped as fast as I could. Kim was above me a few feet and climbing across the slope as fast as she could. "Alex hit a soft spot and went into a tree!" Even with a helmet, Alex had knocked himself out. SueEllen and Mike had him out of his skis and laid out flat. Kim said, "Be casreful about moving him, his neck might be damaged. Is his breathing ok?" I was skinning out of my parka and getting his body off the snow on it. SueEllen was down at his head, with her finger on his artery. "Irregular heartbeat, but he is breathing ok. Someone head for the ski patrol." Kim was the best skier, and I said, "Go for it, I'll follow to provide backup." The two of us were at the mid mountain patrol shack in a couple of minutes. "Skier down with injuries. In the trees to the left of the top." Radios crackled and a roger sang out that said he was close by. Kim and I headed for the lift to go back up. By the time we got there, Alex was already in the basket with a neck brace on. He was lucky there was fresh snow to soften the ride down. When we got to the bottom there was an EMT vehicle ready for him. The paramedic said, "With any kind of head or neck injury we send them straight to the hospital. It's about a twenty minute ride. There is room in there for one of you." Sarah gave us her skis and poles and climbed in. Our own ride to the hospital was quiet and sober. Kim held my hand and finally said, "Damn, it's always the other guy who finds a tree. Why did it have to be Alex this time?" I hate waiting rooms. It was almost three hours before a doctor came out to see us. "Sorry for the delay, we had to do a couple sets of x-rays and it takes time when he has to be immobilized. The good news is that the only injury we can find is a possibly fractured vertebra. Only a hairline crack. He can feel and move all his extremities. Unless something comes up, your friend is very lucky. You can see him in his room in ten minutes. He will be dopey from the sedative we gave him." Four very relieved skiers trooped into Alex's room, where Sarah was holding his hand and trying to cheer him up. Slurring his words, Alex said, "I'm really sorry to fuck up your day. That tree hole just swallowed me. I didn't know anything until I was in the EMT truck. Sarah says you and the patrol did a great job." Kim and I stood there, arms around each other, feeling damn glad it wasn't us in the bed, and keeping to ourselves the thought that tree holes don't just swallow you. Sarah said, "I'm going to stay here a while. Can I get a ride later, or maybe someone can bring down our car?" SueEllen held her and said not to worry, she should use her cell phone to call us about anything they needed. By the time we got back up the highway, skiing was over and we didn't feel like it anyway. I got a big fire going at the condo, and turned the heat on for the tub. Hot water and whiskey was called for. SueEllen and Kim were organizing a meal in the kitchen. No one had had any lunch, so steak sounded good. I sipped on a drink and let it burn all the way down. Kim stole sips from it and kissed me in between. She whispered in my ear that we were skiing together our own way in the future. My arm tightened around her. "No tree holes for us." SueEll |
en heard that and said, "Yes. I think we just had enough tree experience to last a long time." Her cell chimed and it was Sarah saying Alex was asleep, his vitals were all fine, and the docs wanted her to relax and come back in the morning. Kim and I waved that we would make the pickup trip. Kim held my hand all the way there. Didn't say anything, just held my hand and squeezed it now and then. On the way back, Sarah stretched out in the rear, said ten words, and was asleep. Kim and I smiled at each other. I said, "Tough when your man is lying in snow not moving." From the back seat we heard, "Damn tough." She sat up between the front seats. Rubbing our shoulders. "You guys were SO professional out there. I was in shock myself, but you just got to work. Thank you so much!" There were tears running down her face and Kim reached back to get her in front with her. They clung to each other, rocking back and forth. "He's going to be ok. Just relax and let us do the mommy thing for you." Kim was kissing and licking. Sarah smiled and laughed. "God, this is so silly and so scary at the same time." At the condo, dinner was organized and SueEllen and Mike were in the hot tub, sipping from plastic glasses. I told Sarah, "The doctor orders immediate hot tub thereapy, followed by dinner and lots of TLC." I made three drinks, we ditched the clothes, and climbed in. Kim sandwiched Sarah in between us and she slowly came back to life. The whiskey helped. By dinner time, signs of the old Sarah were back. She launched into salvage mode, saying the rest of us had to get out on the slopes in the morning while the weather held. She would take their car and be Alex's support person. The doctor told her late in the afternoon that Alex could check out in twenty-four hours if all his signs stayed good and he promised to take it very easy for a few days. After dinner we watched a movie and almost fell asleep on the sofa. Kim and I headed off to bed and the others did as well. We were snuggled in, talking to each other when there was a small knock at the door and Sarah came in. "Do you take in strays who don't want to sleep alone?" Kim made a place next to her on the side away from me, but Sarah dropped her robe and kept climbing, with only a long teeshirt on, and burrowed in between us. "This is where I need to be," she said with a smile. I kissed them both and closed my eyes. A while later, there was some wiggling going on and a whispered, "Yes, just like that." Somebody was getting somebody off. In the dark, I couldn't be sure who was doing what. I kissed the neck of the closest body, letting them know I was awake. A voice said, "He knows we are messing around." Silence and then a stealthy hand checking between my legs. The item there was soft, but getting hard fast. I said, "Don't get me in trouble with my fiance!" The produced a lot of giggling and my hands detected two bare backsides in constant motion. "Do you need a spare cock in there?" More giggling and suddenly a mouth descending on my erection. The other body, Kim, said, "She needs attention, don't worry about who is who." I reached down and pulled up the teeshirt attached to the mouth. She lifted long enough to let me remove it. My hands roamed, liking the feel of a skier's muscled body. I squeezed a warm boob and pinched the nipple, which brought her up off me to complain. Before she had any words out, I was slidiing into a hot chute that eagerly squeezed me and a husky voice saying, "Yes, keep going, I need you." Kim was over and around Sarah, biting, licking, scratching and generally raising hell. Sarah tensed up and was about to scream when Kim pushed a pillow into her face. I worked her hard through the orgasm, deciding not to come. I fell back and she lay beside me mumbling and shaking. Kim got on top and had no trouble filling her hot hole with me. "There, that will relax Sarah, who needed it. Now you can relax me. That was decent of you to worry..." The excitement had Kim all primed and her climax was fast and furious. She collapsed on top of Sarah, the two of them rolling and laughing next to me. I found a shapely ass to spank, and told them not to make so much noise. In a few minutes, the sighs died out and I could go back to sleep. The five of us were sipping our first coffee in the morning when Sarah's phone chimed. She listened intently as Alex reported he was a lot better and the morning doctor visit had okayed him to come to the condo after lunch. After coordinating the pickup, Sarah told us that he wanted her to ski this morning because the day was so nice and he felt guilty about spoiling yesterday. The group was subdued as we kicked into our skis and got in the lift line. No race ro to the top this morning. SueEllen said, "Kim, I think we should follow you today. Show us the safe way down!" The wind was up and clouds were gathering as we got off the lift. This might be the last day of decent skiing. Kim followed an open slope, warming up with tighter and tighter turns and then shooting to the left into the trees. I brought up the rear, being cautious. We came around a tight bend in a cat track and over an edge into a bumpy steep run. Kim pulled up to let folks catch their breath. I was puffing hard and admiring her skill. She had a rosy cheeked smile and was in her element. "We can see the bottom from here, so everyone take their own route. See you." The rest of us were to the right, on softer snow, but Kim's knees were pumping and she took the moguls in style. After two hours of high speed runs, we were beat and headed in for a break. Kim came up as I stacked my skis and kissed me full on. "Hey, lover, liking this?" I hugged her to my chest and said, "Following you is sure a thrill. I think the others are shellshocked." She slipped out of my grip, saying, "Yes, I'll cool it. Are we letting Sarah get Alex on her own?" "I think we should. They can call our cells if there is a problem. Sure enough, Sarah was firm about the rest of us staying on the hill after lunch. She said, "Kim, that was a fantastic morning of skiing. My legs are shot and getting Alex is the easy way out for me." Kim made the rest of us lead after lunch. Every so often I would look back to see her noodling back and forth, doing little tricks and once, a flip off the top of a mogul. At the bottom, I hugged her and said, "Next, I suppose you will be taking us to the terrain park?" She laughed and did just that. She played teacher and helped SueEllen improve her crouch for the jumps. Mike showed off a bit and cauht an edge which catapulted him right up against a big pine tree. Kim said to me, "These guys are really into trees." We straggled into the condo to find Sarah and Alex already in the hot tub. The empty cups meant we were seriously late to the party. Sarah gave me a heavy lidded look that meant, I guessed, that Alex had been working out his frustrations on her lovely parts. I thought to myself that she was hot stuff, but so was my girlfriend. Kim and I were changing in our room when she said, "Looks like Alex got to Sarah." "I noticed. We've only got one day left, do you think they will ski or screw?" "He needs to rest that back. I'll bet his muscles are still hurting. She probably had to ride him from the top, like a woman should." We were in the shower and she was being frisky. I grabbed a slippery boob and said, "Are you and I going to have dominance issues?" She turned and pressed her back against me so I had both of her tits in my hands and my hard cock pressing between her legs. "Let's run to the tub and you can pretend to put me in my place. Call me names like pushy broad. I'll hit you and you hit me back and fuck me in your lap right in front of them." "Yes, we have dominance issues and I love them." We made a beeline for the deck and splashed into the water like a couple of kids. Kim called out, "Someone bring me a beer, he's being an ass." I looked up, "Sorry, folks, this one is a feminist all of a sudden." Our hands and arms were flailing at each other. I was hard as a rock and pulled her onto it in one eneregetic yank. "You good for nothing bastard. I didn't say you could do that, right in front of my sisters. Get out of me!" Sarah and SueEllen thought they were watching our first fight and had wide eyes. "There's only one thing you are doing, useless cunt, and that is coming. Hurry up!" Her eyes flashed at me, saying that might have been going too far. I stood and leaned her back on the deck, thrusting harder than ever. She lost it and spasmed around me. "Oh shit, you are so goddamed arrogant, but I'm coming, coming..." I pulled her up and we kissed and hugged. Kim turned to the others and said, "We decided we needed to have a fight. Was that ok?" She got pounded by her sisters. "That was very bad. You scared us. We were thinking your engagement was out the window." Alex said, "Wish I'd filmed that. Could have sold it for good money." My taking Kim in front of her sisters and their husbands ended whatever modesty was left in the group. Our naked maidens were forced to fix dinner in the altogether, with frequent breaks to occupy an obliging thigh and be molested. The girls fixed up a Turkish Nights pile of cushions and pillows and blankets, where we spread out with food and booze. At one point Mike had Kim and Sarah across his legs, eyes closed while his fingers explored interesting places that made them smile and moan lasciviously. SueEllen was sprawled between Alex and me, sucking lazily on his cock. My fingers were inside her, which was squeezing me. I rubbed her hard butt, then swatted it gently, then not so gently, making a rhythm with my fingers from beneath and my open hand from the top. She took her mouth from Alex for a second and said, "Eric, use your cock, not your fingers." I had been in her before, but the visit to a slippery, grasping cunt was special. She was liking me so much that she gave up on Alex and turned so I embedded myself in her straight on. "Oh fuck, Eric, more!" For a moment, SueEllen was the star of the show, coming noisily on my big cock and swearing at her useless husband for abandoning her for her slutty sisters. I lay back and closed my eyes. A quiet voice in my ear said, "Thank you. I'll need more of that soon." Her fine ass walked away from me to the shower. In the morning, our hopes for a half day of skiing before leaving were wrecked by clouds and drizzle. A lot of coffee was being consumed, along with aspirin, to fight off the effects of last night. At one point the three sisters disappeared for a few minutes and came back smiling. Kim whispered, "I'll tell you later." With twelve hands, we had the place looking great and were out the door by noon. The guys shook hands on what we called a hell of a weekend, and the women hugged and kissed and giggled. I told Kim to put the seat way back and draped a blanket from the back over her. An hour later, her eyes opened to gaze at me and smile. "Did we really get engaged back there?" "Well, I was drunk a lot of the time, but I have that impression. Yes." We held hands and looked foolishly at each other. "What are we going to tell the folks? My mom is going to say, 'Roberta, this seems very sudden. How long have you known him?' " "My mom is going to say, 'What exactly are you going to live on?' " We laughed. The moms had met at the wedding, and probably didn't mind a bit that we had found each other. "I've heard of a 'kept woman' but what about a 'kept man'? I'm going to be living with you in sin." "Sounds delicious. Think of all the insults you are going to have to take." "I'm going to soak my hands in ice water and grab your boobs." "I will punish you with burned food." I'm so glad you're back! I have some news about my role with Miss Marsha. I am so tangled up with her now. She keeps pushing me to be like a woman. She inspects me every day after I've done my personal preparations for the day. I have to shave my whole body, every day! That takes a while because if I miss an area, she makes me go back and do it all over again. And when I say I shave everywhere, that means everywhere! Marsha makes me stand in front of her, then she runs her hand over my legs and my butt to check for any hair that is missed. I have to pull my butt cheeks apart to prove that I am clean and shaved there. That's probably the hardest place to shave, because it's hard to reach and I keep thinking I am going to cut myself by accident. Then she checks my fingernails and smells my breath. Most of the time I get approved now, but I've learned the hard way by getting spanked several days in a row and having to wear a butt plug for several hours twice last week. I'm not sure, but I think she has plans for me, I just don't know what they are. Lately, she has been humiliating me in front of both the men and women we hang out with in the neighborhood. Yesterday, she flat out told the couple next door that she had caught me "playing" with her panties. They laughed, kind of nervously and then asked me if that meant I had been actually wearing women's panties and Marsha said, "Well, yes he does wear panties, but not mine. He has his own feminine clothing items now which I do inspect daily to make sure he is being a good girl and staying fresh". Saying that right in front of the neighbors! It was so embarrassing! I just wanted to crawl in a hole. As they walked away, I saw the couple looking back and laughing at me, the little sissy weirdo. I just looked down at the floor, hoping they wouldn't see me. But of course they did. My suspicion was that she wanted me to fulfill her forbidden fantasy of sleeping with Marcella, a woman Marsha has had a crush on about ten years. I'm not sure why she doesn't just open up to Marcella about her feelings, but I know it's not that simple. They have a lot of history together. Marcella is married to a man and is super religious, so it's not likely to go well. Marsha would rather not tell her she wants to be with her than lose her as a friend. So I guess that's where I come in... Now I have to always be wearing white cotton panties. Most of the time she lets me wear jeans to hide the panties, but lately she picks out skirts and sheer stockings for me. I had to model them for her and all the other women in the shop. One of the women, my dresser, was very mean to me. She pulled on my penis, which really hurt. There were tears in my eyes from the pain. Then she pulled down my panties and slapped my penis. She said I had a nice little clit, which I don't think she said as a compliment. I felt so emasculated! I pulled my panties right back up and marched out to Marsha, telling her what happened. She just smiled and patted me on the butt. Sometimes she can be so dismissive. So there I was at the mercy of these very domineering women at the clothing store. If someone tells you women are the weaker sex, think again. I guess Marsha was friends with them or something because they kind of ganged up on me right there in the back room of the store. I asked Marsha if I could take off the stockings and high heels and put back on my jeans but she no, she wanted me to wear my new things home. 'Wear them home? What?' I started to panic, I couldn't wear them home! Everyone would see me and tell everyone else! I looked for the best way out of the building and I realized there was only one way out and Marsha was standing in front of it. I said, 'Come on Marsha... please? I don't want to go out there in my dress! That's just for when we're at your place, right?' She just looked at me and I saw her mouth form a slightly menacing smile. "Yeah... I've been meaning to talk to you about that Marcella. I like it when you're my... when you're my pretty girl. I want to show you off sweetie!" Did she just call me Marcella? Uh Oh... I started to respond, 'Marsha... look...' I stopped, not sure what to say... and then I decided I probably shouldn't say anything. I think Marsha knows what's best for me, so I decided to try and trust her more, even though I was really scared about the prospect of walking out of there in my new dress. And the other thing was, I was at the point where I would do anything Marsha asked me to, just because she's more important than me. I feel more comfortable focusing on her. And really, I felt in love with Marsha. If it meant I had to wear my dress in public to get closer to her, I was willing to give it a try. 'Marsha, I want to please you, you know that right? I looked down at the floor, feeling embarrassed, but also like I wanted to try and seduce Marsha somehow. I said, 'It's just I'm a little scared, that's all. Everyone is going to see me as a man dressed in women's clothes, like a freak! I looked up slowly at Marsha and asked, 'Would you just hold me for a minute?' Marsha tried to look concerned, and walked over to give me a hug. "Sweetie, you're going to be fine!" She lifted my chin up and kissed me, and Wow!! it was so nice.... I melted in her arms. I could tell Marsha was getting turned on because her nipples were pressing through her sweater, even though she was wearing a bra! "Besides Sweetie, did you think I was going to let you out without giving you a complete makeover? That's what these ladies are here for, Marcella. They're going to help you become the woman who knows how to please me." She looked over at the two women from the shop and asked, "Ladies, what's next for my girl?" What? What were they going to do now? I didn't want to get near the one who had spanked my clit earlier. But I didn't know what else to do, so I followed their instructions. They made me lay down on the couch on my back and they pulled my panties part way down my legs and they started rubbing my clit, which was getting hard, even though I was terrified. I saw them nod to Marsha, who came over to the couch, and before I knew it, she had straddled my head with her legs, completely covering my face and head. She started rubbing all over my face, swiveling her hips to put the most pressure possible on my face. She still had her panties on, but there was a big wet spot that wet my face. I tried licking her panties, but it was difficult because she was grinding so hard. It was muffled, but I heard her say, "You're my little bitch, sweetie. I suggest you learn how to lick pussy well... The more I licked, the more violent Marsha's gyrations became. She took her panties and rubbed my clit with them, which felt wonderful! Suddenly Marsha stopped moving. She put her full weight on my face, and I started to panic. I felt like I was going to pass out and I started fighting to get out from under her. She was too strong and able to use all of her body weight to keep me down. Finally she moved up! I inhaled deeply several times and said, 'Marsha, it feels good, but... when she abruptly sat sat back down and started rubbing again, laughing with the two women watching us. She said, "I didn't catch that last part Marcella..." Very funny.... I mean, I did like it and I think she was teaching me to trust her. Somehow we developed a rhythm and communication until I knew what to expect and it just started to feel wonderful pleasing Marsha. I could tell she was close to cumming, so I slowed down the circles on her clit. She clamped down hard on my face and slapped my clit. Marsha always wins... My goodness, I've only touched the tip of what happened that night, and I have so much more to share with you. Unfortunately, Marsha will be home in and hour and I need to get her dinner ready and make myself presentable. I will say, it's nice that there is little ambiguity with Marsha, she's makes her expectations abundantly clear. It's nice to not have to worry about making decisions. Since our roles are fixed, I feel like I can focus on perfecting my ability to please Marsha. Everyday I learn something remarkable... Thanks so much for taking the time to read my story. Your support has helped me come to terms with these big changes... More to follow. Regina could feel her body tingle with excitement as she lay in her bubble bath. Today was Todd's birthday and she was planning to surprise him. Having been married for 3 years now, things weren't as intense as they first were, especially their lovemaking. Todd, a software engineer sometimes came back from work sometimes as late as 10pm. He was terribly exhausted and in a grouchy mood. He would just gobble his dinner and immediately hit the bed. Tonight she was planning to revive his passion with a nice candle light dinner, some fine wine, and a birthday cake. But the main attraction would be her. She was going to wear a low cut blouse that showed the perfect cleavage that Todd liked so much. All matched with a silky black skirt and a pair of stiletto heel of the same color. Only a light touch of makeup will come highlight her lovely features. In a way, she was hoping that Todd would not pay too much attention to these things, and instead carry her to their bed, rip her clothes off, and savagely pleasure her. But if he was too tired and not in the mood, she was counting on the romantic dinner and her sexy attire to work their magic and get Todd to make love to her until satiated. All these naughty thoughts were sending tingles of excitement coursing down her body. Her hand wandered to rub her pussy and got her softly moaning with pleasure. The other hand reached up to cup her breast as she toyed with the delightfully erect nipple. She could feel her pussy getting wet as her fingers slowly circled her clit. Oh the feeling was so nice, she thought. She contemplated the idea of getting herself off to take some of the edge off while another part of her told her she ought to get out of the bath and get things ready for her planned evening. As she lingered in the bath not making a decision, she put one finger inside her soaking wet pussy. A shudder passed through her body. It was getting pretty tough to get away from such pleasure. Another finger soon joined the first as squishing noises filled the bathroom. She curved her 2 fingers rubbing the ceiling of her vagina as she increased the pace of her fingering motion. She had become quite adept at the art of masturbation and had learned how to stimulate her g-spot to please herself when Todd couldn't. Her breathing had become quite shallow as the fingers furiously continued their dance. All too soon, she felt that familiar feeling building in her loins. The first time she learned how to massage her g-spot, she thought she was going to pee and almost panicked. Now that she had become familiar with it, she let the wave build inside her, and started slapping her pussy releasing a torrent of juice that mixed with the water in the bath. Her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm and it was a few minutes before she could get on her feet again to put on her sexy attire. 9pm and still no sign of Todd... The last 2 hours that Regina had passed waiting for him had only served to exacerbate her tension. She felt on the brink of tears as the excitement and sexual frustration of the last few weeks came hitting down on her. "God, why did he have to be so busy" she thought to herself, one again her tears threatening to burst. After a few minutes, Regina was able to get a hold of herself. "If Todd is not here to fuck me, then I guess I'll have to make do with what I got" she told herself. Her eyes caught a hold of the bottle of "Chateau Laffite" lay on the table and soon a wicked thought crossed her mind. She grabbed the bottle of wine and carefully examined it. The head was perfect for what she had in mind. She opened her smooth milky thighs and reached down to pull her thong panties aside. Her clit was peeking obscenely from under its hood as she felt heat spreading through out her cunt. She gave the head of the bottle a few licks to get it wet and placed it at the entrance of her pussy reveling in the chills that the cold glass was sending coursing through her body. She slowly pushed the head inside feeling very wicked and naughty at was she was doing. Soon she was able to take more of the bottle in as she started to pickup the pace of her fucking. She didn't know if it was the novelty of the act or the pent up excitement of the last few weeks, but she was feeling herself getting very aroused, waves of excitement rippling through her body with each thrust. She took the bottle out of her pussy and set it standing on the couch. Holding with both arms, she slowly lowered herself unto it as if she was riding a cock. She started bouncing up the bottle with earnest as her weight was pushing deeper down on the bottle. She thought of Todd who still hadn't come home and the thought filled her with anger. She picked up the pace and started fucking the bottle as fast as she could take without pain. She was feeling a massive orgasm building so she reverted to the old position on the couch and started jamming the bottle into her pussy like mad. Soon she let out a scream as her hips arched off the couch and her pussy muscles contracted around the bottle. She could feel her juices overflowing her pussy and dripping on the couch as the orgasm took a long time to wear off. She took the bottle out of her pussy and held it to her mouth. She felt especially naughty as she cleaned off her delectable juices off the glass. She stood up, took off her blouse and tossed away her drenched panties. She hadn't worn any bra since that was the way Todd liked to be around the house. She just stood there contemplating the birthday cake that lay on the low table. "If he's not going to enjoy it, I might as well take pleasure from it myself". She spread her legs on each side of the small table and positioned her lovely ass right over the cake. With one swift motion, she sat herself on it feeling the whipped cream spread on her ass and thighs. She could feel it get into her pussy as she ground herself against the cake or what was left of it. She rubbed it deep into her pussy and ass and even took some cream and smeared it over her heavy breasts. "I am glad you left me some cake" shot a voice behind her. God, it was Tom! How long had he been there. Anna came into this family first as a friend and then by chance or not, deeply involving herself with all of them and changing everything about it, not that she had the intention to do so, but the dynamics were never to be the same. The family composed of a divorced mother Amanda an elder son Bret and a two year younger daughter, Kayla. Anna and Kayla became friends a couple of years ago before Amanda became divorced so she was with the family when the disruption of marriage took place and now into her late twenties she was in an out of the house as a member of the family. Both girls were together most of the time and both good looking, so men always were hitting on them but never long term boyfriends for either of one, only short stories. Kayla had a crush on Anna, but being submissive in nature did not know how to go about it and Anna being such a good friend never picked any hint about it or even thought of it. The opportunity came up once the conversation came up about how the sexual toys could give them a nice time, and to get their doubts answered they both went to the a sex shop. Anna who was outgoing went up to the girl behind the counter and asked which would be the best satisfying toy. "Well everybody has their own account as to which is the best for the giver and the receiver, in my case I prefer the double headed one with the harness or the one that can have a vibrator added to it so then both of you have a good time," the girl said, looking at the both of them. Kayla blushed and when Anna turned to see her she blushed also but hardly perceptible in her case. Anna knowing Kayla understood in a second the reason for blushing so much and although she had not seen her that way before. She suddenly got turned on. Anna looked at the girl, and requested to see both products, so she set off to get them. Anna turned again to face Kayla and got close to her. "Are you ok Kay?" "Yes just that I do not know" she looked down to the floor. Anna softly lifted her chin and gave her a small peck, Kayla blushed hard again and did not move. Again another small peck, this time Kayla responded softly. They touched their fingers and the girl came in with the products, but they did not notice her until, she interrupted them. "Excuse me! sorry to interrupt, " sales girl said, then noticing the new couple, just that she did not know how new. "Ohh, first time that is so, so sweet," she added. "I'll take the one you recommend, thank you," Anna said with a smile of pleasure, paid and they left. The girl watched them leave with a happiness of the memories she had of her first time. They headed to Anna's place. Once in the flat, they kissed softly and then it got hot for the both of them, not giving much place to slow foreplay now. They undressed by themselves and once both naked Anna got the toy on herself as if it were natural for her to be the top and there was no discussion about it and it all seemed natural for both. Anna put a lubricated condom on the toy and went onto Kayla who was lying on the bed waiting for her. "Kay I'm going to go into you slowly baby, I want for us to enjoy ourselves," Anna said. Lying on her but not yet inside Anna looked at Kayla and kissed her softly, feelings her lips, now wet. Probing her tongue eager to play, holding her arms down and making it difficult for Kayla to reach Anna's mouth. Both enjoying this denial game and after another kiss Anna picked up her head and looked straight into Kayla's eyes. "This is how it is going to work, you are going to be my submissive and will obey me when I say so and I will decide if I want you to call me Mistress, is that understood?" Anna said seriously. Kayla remained silent a moment, but totally wet with the idea of becoming her submissive or slave? "Yes Mistress," Kayla said. Anna truly felt the power and loved it and wanted to ram her tool into her but held back and went into her in a loving way, hearing Kayla making the noises of acceptance and want in a very low voice. Their lips and tongues danced into the rhythm as Anna fucked Kayla, nipples hard and sensitive touching each other deep, that whatever could happen around them had not importance or existence. Anna picked up speed and loved fucking Kayla as if it were a natural thing to do, having control and power over her, she knew she would orgasm as soon as she heard and felt Kayla reach it. The hot skin touching, heat all over them, the impaling movement, Anna hearing her starting to edge made her go faster and the it happened. "Yes Anna, yes Mistress, yes love, yes, yes, yes, mmhhh, mmmhhh," Kayla moaned losing all words in ecstasy. "Yes love, that is it, cum for me K, cum. Anna added. As Anna finished saying that she had a most powerful orgasm, she had ever had. She still carried on pumping they both started crying and laughing, Anna just stopped and they kissed again and hugged. After a moment Anna withdrew from Kayla and got the toy off her and laid down on Kayla and kissed her again softly, their arms intertwined. "Mistress, I'm your sex slave and love it, how do we go from here." Kayla asked Anna in an inquiring way. "K, let me think it over, I do not know yet, but do know that I have control over you, that means you are mine." Anna responded somewhat confused but getting sure of herself by the minute. "Kayla you know I have something for your brother and that has not changed, but what has changed in me is that I might want to be his Mistress also." Anna mentioned it in a calm way but making a point of it. "Anna I know and believe it when I say, I'm ok with it, if you could marry him then you would have us both." Kayla said as if it were the most natural way to go. Anna deeply kissed Kayla. A moment later, "Let's see how we can make it work, since Bret likes me but has never had the courage to come up to me." Anna added. "Mistress, so Bret is submissive according to what you have said, maybe you could fuck me at home when he is there, lure him into a forced sex situation." Kayla said smiling as an accomplice. "Easier said than done." Anna replied thinking into the idea. "Let's shower and go back to your house." Anna said. "Yes Mistress." and kissed her lovingly. |
**Chapter 1: The Dance** I see you looking at me from across the smoked-filled room. The way the light plays against your brown hair, it gives the aura of an amber halo around you. I feel my body respond to your watchful gaze. The look of hunger that covers your face sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. I'm so glad I chose this dress instead of the black one. This one is a sparkly green body-dress. It clings to my every curve, so bad in fact I couldn't ware any bra or panties. It was short enough to show off my sexy legs, stopping at mid-thigh. Also it had a very deep V-neck, giving a great view of my ample bust. The green of it brings out my eyes and sets off my red hair. When I saw the way your light-colored jeans tightly hugged your large package, I just knew I had to get some of you tonight! I watch you build up the courage to come and talk to me. Our eyes lock over the rim of my glass, and the intense flow of electricity between us blocks out everything in the room. It's as if we are the only two people on earth. The only sound I hear is the pounding of my heart. As you get closer to me I notice the rich brown color of your eyes. The kind of bedroom eyes I could lose myself in. When you are about five feet away someone touches my arm, breaking the trance we are in. He asks me to dance. I look back to you, hoping that is what you wanted, but you have already turned and are headed back to the bar. I follow him, but knowing it is you I will be dancing for. You also seem to know this, cause your eyes follow my every move. The music that's playing is the kind of slow, seductive beat that is perfect to make love to. I begin to sway my hips to the beat, feeling your eyes caress me. I turn my body around to face you, and begin to grind my ass into his pelvis. He grabs my hips moving in perfect unison with me. I slide my hands up my body slowly. Cupping my tits in my hands, unconsciously I begin to tweak my already hard nipples. I smile at you, licking my lips. You smile back your hand dropping to your growing bulge. I stifle a giggle as I watch you try to adjust you jeans to accommodate your growing member. Oh damn, is it growing. Wow! You start to rub your crotch. I continue to pop and grind my hips to the music, watching you. I slowly roll my tongue across my lips. I notice your eyes zeroing in on my tongue. Unconsciously you lick your lips. Our eye contact never breaking. You begin to rub your crotch harder and faster. I smile wickedly and wiggle down his body till I'm almost sitting on the floor. The pure animal lust in our eyes blocks out everything and everyone. I open my legs wide to reveal my bare, hairless pussy to you. I see your chest jerk as you gasp somewhat shocked, but all the more aroused. You see my wetness seeping, making my lips shiny under the muted light, showing you that I am just as turned on as you. You smile, licking your lips, nodding your head as you appreciate the view. I gently run my finger up my cunt lips, coating the tip in my honey. Still watching you, I move the same finger to my mouth. I suck the single digit between my lips, savoring my unique flavor. Your breath quickens, you are almost panting. I start to move my hand back down when…CRASH, the music stops. I jerk my head towards the sound, snapping my legs closed. I stand up quickly, almost knocking my partner down. At the end of the bar, apparently someone had gotten drunk and passed out while looking at the jukebox. Busting it as he lost consciousness. "Damn so much for my show." I mumble under my breath. I look up to find you, but you're nowhere to be seen. Disappointed I sigh. Maybe I was coming on too strong, or maybe I just wanted it too bad. Just my luck, I come out of my shell, let my hair down and get a little wild, and I end up scaring him off. Brie, you stupid, stupid girl. You should know by now, that if you act like a tramp you will only attract assholes, or the one you want will think your too easy, I thought to myself. My dance partner chooses this time to wrap his arms around me, pulling me close. "Come on baby lets go to my van, and I will really show you how to move that sweet ass of yours." He mumbles, pinching my ass. I turn around and glare at him. "Just because I let you dance with me does not under any circumstances mean your getting any of this sweet ass, as you so say!" I tell him before I stalk back to the bar. At the bar, I see the bartenders' ass (mmmm… sexy) at the other end of the bar waiting on a crowd of people. I slide up onto the stool, my head in my hands. Trying to figure out a way to turn this night around. "Good god girl, why did you have to be so blatant about it?" I mumble shaking my head "What's your poison sweetheart?" A distinctively female voice asks. I look up and am totally dumbfounded. She is the most exquisite beauty I have ever seen. Her wavy dark honey colored hair cascades down her back. The green of her eyes reminded me of fresh cut grass. Her full lips just begged to be kissed. I immediately have a mental picture of her spread eagle on the pool table begging for more. I shake my head trying to clear the images. "Uh... yeah... give me three shots of tequlia and a beer." I stammer, finding my voice. "Bad night girlfriend?" She asks, chuckling, as she pours my shots. "Yeah, you could say that." I tell her as I pay for my drinks, winking as I leave her a dollar tip. "Thanks babe." I grab my drinks, turn and strut away. I shake my ass for her benefit. I glance over my shoulder, pleasantly surprised that she is watching licking her lips. I catch her eye and she blushes realizing that she was caught. I smile and wink at her. She quickly drops her head and goes back to work. If I wasn't in such a bad mood (being rejected by the handsome stranger at the bar) I might have pursued her. But right now I needed to drown my sorrows in some strong alcohol. I slam the first shot, feeling my throat turn to ash, when my thoughts turn the handsome stranger. Damn, he was so sexy. Mmm… and the muscle in his pants could've kept me screaming all night long. My pussy grows hotter and wetter as I think about what his fingers, tongue, and cock could do to me. I down my second one, quickly following it with a swig of beer. The alcohol calms my frayed nerves, and makes me feel a bit giddy. Every time I glance towards the bar, the sexy bartender is watching me. I smile and wink at her and everytime she blushes and drops her head. Awww… she is shy! I giggle, finding it funny that someone as beautiful as her could be shy. The next time I catch her looking, I blow her a kiss. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she smiles and blows one back. I slam back the last shot. I feel myself balancing on the edge of being totally inebriated. I grab my purse and rise from the chair, (none to gracefully) and stumble towards the ladies room. I shake my head, standing at the end of a long, dark corridor. The men's room immediately to the right, but the ladies room all the way at the end of it. "Why is it that the men's room is always closer?" I mumble as I make my way down the hall. I hold onto the wall for support. When I reach the middle of the hall, I get the eerie feeling of someone watching me. I stand up straight, looking in both directions. I didn't realize how dark and quiet the hallway was. I quicken my steps, knowing that something bad could happen in such a dark, quiet place. Well maybe not all that bad, I think chuckling as I reach for the door. I feel your strong arms embrace me, pulling me back. Startled, I begin to scream. You clamp your hand over my mouth. "Aww...baby, you know you want this." You whisper gruffly in my ear. You start to grind you granite like cock into my ass cheeks. "See what you do to me, you little cocktease? Ahh, but your not going to tease me anymore. I'm getting some of that sexy pussy you was showing off earlier." You moan before nibbling and sucking on my earlobe. I lean back into you, knowing that you're my sexy stranger. You reach around the front of my dress, pulling the front of it down to expose my ample grapefruit-sized tittys. Grasping them roughly in your large hands. A moan of pleasure escapes my parted lips. The roughness of the palms of your hands against my bullet-like nipples sends shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. "Mmm...yesss." I whimper as you turn me around, pushing me up against the wall. I feel your hard cock pressing against my heated core. My hand reaches out to rub it through your jeans. You growl, thrusting your hips forward. Our gazes lock as you pinch and roll my nipples between your fingers. I moan, arching my back. I unzip your jeans, and smile noticing that you're not wearing anything underneath them. I feel you body tense as my fingertips brush against your massive cock. Oh my…bigger then I thought. I wrap my hand around your throbbing meatstick, stroking it softly. Your mouth captures mine. Our tongues dance together, wrestling, each of us trying to gain control. I continue to stroke you, moving my hand faster up and down your rod, as it grows larger still. You begin to thrust your tongue into my mouth, keeping the same beat as my hand. I rip my mouth from yours, biting your ear, I whisper. "I have to taste you!" I drop to my knees and rest my head against the wall. I grasp your hips, pulling your cock to my salivating mouth. My tongue flicks across the head tasting a bit of pre-cum. "Mmm... delicious." My hands splay out across the cheeks of your ass. I feel your muscles ripple under my fingers. I wrap my lips tightly around your cock. I feel you ass clench as you thrust deep into my warm inviting mouth. My cheeks collapse as I suck you deep and hard. I hear you moan. "Oh my god girl. Mmm yess...suck my cock." You begin to drive hard and deep into my throat. My head bouncing off the wall with each thrust. I'm using my throat muscles to pull you deeper. My tongue sneaking out to lick your balls with each downward thrust. I feel your muscles tighten as you draw closer to filling my mouth with your sweet man-cream. I pull you close, locking your cock deep in my throat. I begin to milk your rod. Contracting and releasing, contracting and releasing my throat muscles. You run your fingers through my hair, holding my head still. "Ohhh...yess that's it girl, eat my cock." You grunt as you fill my mouth with your cream. I swallow every delicious drop of your cum. I smack my lips as I stand up. "Damn girl, not only are you a tease, but one hell of a cocksucking tease." You tell me. I just giggle and kiss you softly. Unknown to us, the sexy bartender was watching our heated encounter from the bathroom doorway. She had shut off the light and the door was wide open. One of her hands gripped the door jam, her fingernails digging slightly in the wood. Her other hand was buried in the crotch of her unzipped jeans. Her fingers moving fast across her engorged clit. She was panting, and her eyes were glazed. When she saw that we were kissing, she jerked her hand from her pants and stepped towards us. "Excuse me, but I know of a better place for us to finish this." She said in a husky voice. We turn towards her, and she places one of her pussy-soaked fingers against my lips. I slowly suck her finger into my mouth. Flicking and swirling my tongue over the single digit, savoring her sweet taste. Then she places her other finger against his lips letting him also taste. He greedily sucks her finger, biting gently, before continuing with the rest of her fingers. I lean forward and boldly kiss her on the lips. She tenses for a moment, and then she opens her mouth inviting me. I thrust my tongue into her mouth hard and fast. I grab her hand and place it on my tit. She begins to roll my soft flesh in her hand as she grinds her hips into mine, keeping the same tempo as I plunge into her mouth. He stepped back and was watching in amazement a goofy grin on his face. She stepped back, breaking our kiss. "Come on, follow me." She moans breathlessly. She grabs each of our hands, and pulls us to the backroom. It's a supply area, each of the walls are lined with boxes full of liquor. In the center of the room is a double bed. We both smirked and looked at her. "Sometimes the need arises." She said with a wink. She locked the door behind her and flipped on the lights. I walked to the bed removing the rest of my dress and kicking off my heels. He walked around the bed, sitting on the opposite side of it. I lean back on my elbows, and smile sweetly at her. She slips off her sneakers and slides her tight jeans down her beautiful legs. She is wearing a pair off black lace thongs…mm so sexy. Her skin is a golden tan color, like coffee with extra creamer, and I'm sure a lot of sugar. I look back at him, he has removed his shirt, his chest is muscular, not much hair though. He stands up and unbuttons his jeans, letting them slide down his legs. Oh my! His cock is thick and veined and is very big even though he is not fully hard yet, but quickly rising. His legs are long and defined, and an ass so cute, perfect for grabbing. I glance back at her; she has finished removing her jeans and her thongs. Her smooth legs trim and tight leading to her neatly trimmed mound, just a small patch of brown curls. Her lips thick and wet. My mouth begins to salivate and I lick my lips. She takes off her shirt, and her bra. Her tits jut forward, being freed from the contraption. Her nipples are large and darkly colored. I feel their eyes on me. My skin much paler then theirs almost like porcelain. My body curvy and voluptuous, my large breasts rising and falling with a quickness as my arousal builds. I spread my legs wide and crook my finger towards her. She smiles and comes forward slowly. I sit up on the bed, pulling her towards me. He gets off the bed, pulling a chair in front of the bed. He sits on it prepared to watch for a while. She falls into my arms, her skin is so soft, and smells of apples. I roll her over, so that she is under me. I kiss her softly on the lips as I cup her tits, the pad of my thumb rubbing across her hard nipple. She arches her back, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, nibbling on my lip. I pull back slightly and slowly lick each of her lips, the tip of my tongue slowly gliding over each of them. I kiss along her jawline up to her ear. Suckling her lobe gently, biting it. I'm getting rougher because I'm very aroused. I start to bite on her neck, along her collarbone. Capturing her hard nipple between my teeth. "Ohh... yess... bite me hardrrr." She moans, spreading her legs wide. I bite harder on her nipple as I flick the tip of my tongue across the nub between my teeth. I slide my hand the curve of her hips, squeezing hard. Moving my hand around the top of her thigh, I cup her mound, pressing the palm of my hand against her slit. She begins to grind against my hand. Rubbing her clit, but not quite touching it. She rotates her hips and wiggles her body, trying to get me to touch her button. I look up at her face, her eyes are closed and forehead wrinkled in pleasurable agony. I grip her nipple with my teeth and pull my head up pulling her nub with me, in essence making her feel my teeth as it pulls out of my mouth. The way I'm laying across her places her knee and thigh between my legs. I start to rub my wet pussy on her leg. She moves her leg grinding it into my cunt. "Tell me girl...what is it that you want? I want to hear you beg for me girl, tell me!" I demand in a husky voice. "Touch me. Please touch me. Feel my wet pussy!" She moans desperately. I hear him gasp from behind. I glance back and see him watching intently slowly stroking his cock. He bites his lip seeing her spread her legs wider. I slide my finger between her cunt lips, feeling her wetness. I use my index and ring finger to spread her lips wide and finally touch her clit quivering clit with the tip of my middle finger, pressing gently, but not moving it. "Ahh... yes that's it. Mmm yeah!" She moans, bucking her hips. "Thats's it girl, tell me what you want." I tell her as I begin to rotate my finger slowly. "Mmm... yes make that girl cum, I wanna see you eat her pussy. Is my naughty cocksucking tease going to me a pussy eating tease too?" He moans. beginning to stroke his cock faster. "Yess, please eat my cunt you tease, like he said!" The girl begs, grinding her cunt on my finger. I smile at him, and slide off of her leg. My pussy is so very wet at this time, I just love to be talked to like that. I pushed her up further on the bed, so I could get on the bed with her. I got on my knees, pushing my ass high, giving him a beautiful view of my cunt as I ate hers. I used the same finger to push deep into her pussy. I bent my head to her cunt. Her smell filled my nostrils, still a faint scent of apples, but more of a musky scent. I licked each of her lips slowly, familiarizing myself with her taste, it was stronger now then it was before. "Mmm, your pussy tastes so good girl, so very good." I moan raising my had to look at her. I glance behind me; he is now standing by the edge of the bed watching me closely as I bend my head back down. I slip my tongue between her lips, my tongue flicking across her engorged clit. He reaches out and places his hand on my upturned ass, kneading it gently. My tongue starts a little game with her, the alphabet game. I begin with the letter A. As I start to draw the letter A on her clit I slide a second finger into her love tunnel, pushing them hard and deep. The object of this little game is that I have to continue to draw the letter until she says a word starting with that letter. Slowly I move the tip of my tongue, pressing hard I draw the letter A. She digs her heels into the bed pushing her pussy in my face. He has now let his fingers trail down the crack of my ass and was pressing gently against my backdoor. I moan, moving my fingers fast pumping her pussy. Still moving my tongue slowly, keeping her on the edge of orgasm. Finally after about five tries she gets it. "Awesome, mmm yes awesome." She moans loudly. I suck her clit gently showing her she's got it. He is now sliding his finger up and down my wet slit. I push my cunt against his hand. I almost forget the game as he begins to finger my clit, pinching and rolling it in his fingers. I feel her fingers in my hair, pulling roughly, making me pay attention. I continue with the letter B. "Breathtaking!" She gasps, rotating her hips. I feel the bed dip behind me, as he sits on the bed. He kneels behind me, parting my lips wide and slams two of his large fingers deep into my pussy. "Oh god yes, captivating, mmm yesss." She moans, bucking her hips. I have to hold her down so I can continue, but I'm not sure how long I can if he keeps fucking me with his fingers. I raise my head moaning. "Ahh yes that's it big daddy, fuck me with your fingers. Stretch my cunt for your huge cock." I moan, pushing my back on his fingers. "That's it bitch, take it all!" He moans, adding a third finger, pushing them deep. I move my head back down to her gaping cunt, licking and sucking her clit, pushing a third finger into her. "Yes...dominating!" She squeals, pulling my head closer. "Ahh yes, dominating." He growls, slapping my ass hard, rubbing then slapping, still fucking me with his three fingers, stretching my cunt. He moves his head down between my legs, chewing on my clit. Pinching it between his teeth. Making me totally forget all about the game. I just start licking and sucking her clit, slamming my fingers deep into her snatch. All three of us so close, losing control. He removes his fingers and crawls behind me, rubbing his massive cock up and down my slit. I bite her clit hard and he pushes all of it deep into me with force. She squeals, I moan, he growls. He begins to fuck me hard and fast. I move my fingers into her with the same force and speed, chewing her clit hard. I begin to buck my hips, meeting each of his thrusts; she is doing the same, all of us fucking each other in the same beat. Higher and higher we ride the tidal wave of ecstasy. She is the first to blow, filling my mouth with her sweet honey; I slurp and suck all of her cream out of her cunt, lapping with luxury. He is next, shooting his cream deep into my snatch, filling me up the other way. My body releases after tasting her, and feeling him, I begin to buck and thrash on the bed, cumming intensely. All three of us collapse on the bed, our bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat and panting hard. All of us were soaring on an unbelievable natural high. None of us speaks for about what seems like an eternity, but in actuality it was only about ten mins. She was the first to speak. "Oh my god, that was spectacular! I have never done anything like that before. Wow!" She moans sitting up. "Yeah it was unbelievable, but incredible though." He says, leaning over me to kiss her softly on the lips. "And what is really off the wall is that none of us knows each others names. But yes it was wonderful, and I'd really like to do it again." I tell them as I sit up, grabbing my dress from the floor. I stand up and pull my dress up over my body, sliding my arms into it. I toss her jeans and shirt to her; I keep her thongs though. He goes to the other side of the bed and begins to dress also. I turn to face them. "Well my name is Brie. And yours sexy lady?" I ask, walking toward her. "Uh, it's Jenna." "Very nice to meet you Jenna, I hope to enjoy your company again very soon." I tell her, kissing her deeply befor moving to him. "And what about you lover, what is your name?" I ask him, running my hands up his chest. "Ah baby, meet the man, Kit." He moans, pulling me close, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I kiss him back just as deeply, but pull away before it goes too far. It is late and I have to get home. I step away from him, letting my fingers trail down his body, I turn to walk away, and she is there. She wraps her arms around both of us, kissing each one us separately, and then all of us kiss at once, our tongues mingling together. I break the kiss first, walking towards the door; I turn back looking at both of them. "Well babes, this looks like the beginning of a very stimulating and erotic friendship!" I tell them with a wink before I turn and walk out the door. _To be continued..._ It was a Thursday evening in early February. I chatted with Jon for about two days and decided to meet him in a bar in Marble Arch. I sat my back towards the glass window of the venue so I could face him and the bar behind him, and he would have all his attention on me. A very handsome, intelligent man in his mid-thirties, with mysterious eyes. At first he seemed shy, but as the date progressed, I realised he was either very high or just plain rude. He spoke to me rarely, did not make eye contact and hadn't answered any of my questions. I started to wonder why he came in the first place. All the while I could see a beautiful strawberry-blonde girl sitting alone at the bar and looking like she'd been stood up. Half an hour later, I got tired of Jon and told him I'd stay and finish my drink and he should be on his way. Annoyed, he got up and left without a single word. As soon as he walked out of the bar, I took my drink and went over to the lonely beauty at the bar. I was right- she had been stood up by a tinder date. I wondered if Jon had arranged for both of us on the same night. To cheer her up, I got us a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. Her name was Juliet. For the next three hours we chatted about everything from ex-boyfriends to most recent and kinkiest sexual experiences. I felt aroused. I watched her face, her lips and eyes as she told me her stories excitedly. Every part of her seemed to move in synchronisity. She became more and more attractive by the second. Her emerald-green dress with a cowl neck, matched perfectly with her pale skin tone, I could see a flash of her full cleavage covered in light freckles. She had a perfect size 10 figure, full lips, blue eyes, perfectly manicured hands with the softest skin, I leaned over and smelled Guerlain Shalimar. She was stunning. She had taste. She was sexy. She could be mine... Three bottles of champagne later, I couldn't hold myself anymore, I had to kiss her. To my surprise, she kissed me back and then she even asked me to come home with her. We walked a few minutes from the bar and arrived to her building. The lift to the third floor was slow (yes, I see the pattern with 3s :), I kissed her again. This time, I pulled her hair gently, leaned over and felt her entire body. Her curves filled my hands, and I could feel her hands gently caressing mine. When the doors opened, she hurried me to the bedroom. She then took out a big leather bag from her closet and handed it to me. I knew what was inside, she knew what I was, we had discussed this bag at the bar, We had discussed my adventures. I felt all my blood rushing towards my lady parts- the excitement. I found the silk tie in the bag, it read "Freedom is deciding whose slave you want to be", from Coco De Mer on Monmouth street (I knew because I had exactly same one in black and grey) We stood in front of the mirror, both facing it, me behind her. I blindfolded her and slowly proceeded to undress her while watching every bit of fabric slip off her silky soft skin. After having undressed her completely, I lead her to the bed, lay her face down and tied to four limbs to four posts of the bed. Gently lifting her hips, I placed a pillow underneath, exposing her spread as and pussy even more. Her skin was pale and beautiful, her holes pink. I leaned over, spreading her cheeks even further, I took the time to sniff both her asshole and pussy. She smelled divine, I wanted to taste her, but not yet. I took out a flogger from her bag and gently caressed her skin all over her body. Her breathing hardened, her hips thrusting up and down on the pillow, I could see her pussy swell up and juices flow. As i flogged her, I made her count out loud: 1, 2, 3, 4... It continued until she had had enough. Now she was covered in marks, beautiful raised, pink strokes of the leather. Her pussy had swelled even more. I gently pressed on her clitoris with my thumb. She moaned loud, then I rubbed and she moaned even louder. I kept going until I could feel her muscles spasming, she was so close to climax. I stopped, leaned over again, pressed with my warm tongue this time and there it was- her orgasm in full glory, filling my mouth with her cum. We cuddled after and slept. My dear Juliet, If you are reading this, thank you for your enormous trust. It was my first time someone had given me so much pleasure by letting me pleasure them. I can still taste your sweet juice and the intoxicating aroma of your bum. I miss you. |
It started out just like every other day I had to fly on business. Early morning flight, late flight home. Story of my ambitious life in pursuit of financial success. But when I arrived at the airport that night I was dismayed to find my late flight home was going to run even later than usual. Instead of a night owl 1210, I was looking at a 2:25 vampire flight. Why vampire? I'd always found the idea of a life spent biting on women's necks to be fascinating. Strangely erotic. To the point that my girlfriend had dumped me last week when I accidentally drew blood from her neck during what started out as merely hot shower sex. I'd had her fantastic ass tight against my raging cock, her tits cupped in my hands, her nipples hard and erect. The hot steamy water had been running down her body making her skin even softer. Slick under my tongue. I hadn't meant to break the skin. Not on a conscious level anyway. The fact that I spontaneously emptied my balls on her ass when I saw blood running down her neck-and not in her pussy after a leisurely fuck...well, let's just say that this additional insult didn't help sway the situation in my direction. How was I supposed to know that the sight of her blood oozing down her neck would be so fucking erotic that I'd come like a soldier on shore leave, grabbing her hips and humping her like a caveman? Or that the considerate lover I'd always been would completely abandon me at that moment and I'd push her against the wall of the shower, pinning her hands above her head, her generous breasts compressed against the tile, and pound desperately into her pussy with a cock still so hard, so swollen that she'd felt like a virgin around my girth? Hell, she'd come apart on my cock like a porn star, sobbing and begging me not to stop. But afterward...she'd withdrawn from me physically and emotionally, telling me in a haughty little voice that she was a lady and I'd crossed the line. When I mentioned that she had appeared to enjoy it like a porn star, but she'd felt as tight as a virgin around my dick, she'd slapped me. Note to self. Never compare your girlfriend's lovemaking to porn. When I'd told my buddy what I'd said to her, he'd choked on his beer and fallen off his chair he'd laughed so hard. "Not smart Matt. Not at all," he'd said. Obviously not. Getting back to my delayed flight. I morosely went into the airport bar and ordered a beer. And another one. Feeling the effects quicker than usual-must be the late hour-I switched to bottled water and ordered a sandwich. It definitely passed the time, because I soon heard them calling my flight overhead. I needed to use the john, but when I heard those magic words "last call" I opted to wait, pushing my almost empty water inside the side pocket of my briefcase and taking off at a run for my gate. I definitely needed to visit the boy's room as soon as possible. If you ever want to have a row of seats to yourself, take the vampire flight. Hell, a section of the plane to yourself. Maybe it was because there were so few people on the flight, but it was the smallest plane I'd ever flown on. I was pleased to see they still had pillows and blankets. Nice. I was definitely in need of a nap. And a long piss. To my surprise, we were backing out of the gate as soon as I dropped into my seat. My bladder was making its need to be emptied increasingly clear as the minutes ticked by. When the flight attendant offered me a complimentary drink, I went with whiskey straight up. "How soon can we get up and move around?" She crinkled her brow like I'd asked a question she'd never heard before in her life. "Not sure. Why? Need the bathroom?" I nodded my head. "Well, the one here in the back is out of order. But on the bright side, it's a light flight so competition shouldn't be too bad in the front of the plane." She still hadn't answered my question. "So when?" I asked, still trying to be polite. It was becoming increasingly difficult as pain joined the notification group trying to get my attention to open the flood gates. And a freaking flood it was going to be too. "Soon," she said brightly and moved on. I stared at the fasten seat light waiting for the second it would turn off. When it did, I fumbled with my seat belt and stood up just in time to see an older gentleman hurriedly enter the miniature toilet. Shit. Ten minutes later I was still watching, waiting for the damn door to open. I finally walked up and knocked. "Occupied." Obviously. "How much longer buddy?" "Don't know. I think I've got food poisoning. I'm going at both ends." Way too much information. And bad news. Very bad news. I hobbled back to my seat, hunched over as if it would help the pain stretching my bladder. It didn't. I sat down, felt myself dribble in my boxers, and grabbed my cock like a drowning man grabs a life preserver. I realized I was shaking with my need to free my pee. Kind of like "Free Willy" I thought with grim humor. My eyes fell on the bottled water container in my briefcase under the seat in front of me. Desperation adds a creativity to situations that otherwise appear impossible. I reached down and took the bottle from the side pocket of my brief and unscrewed the cap, carefully setting the top on the seat next to me. Glancing around furtively, I slowly lowered my zipper an agonizing inch at a time. My cock was semi-erect. Morning wood at three am. Great. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants so I could finally free my dick. What I didn't expect was to start pissing as soon as I got it free of my pants. I was covering the back of the seat in front of me with a stream that would make any firefighter proud to hold that particular hose. The damn had broken and there was no stopping my stream. I eventually got my slit lined up with the hole on the bottle, but the level of wet around me was in the red zone. Still I pissed on, glancing up to see if the sound of my pee entering the bottle could be heard by others sitting further up in the plane. It sounded to me like water hitting metal at close range. The other passengers slept on. The bottle was about to run over and I squeezed my cock. Hard. Pain shot through my dick, but I did stop pissing. I let go slowly to make sure the flow wasn't going to start again, then I screwed the top tightly back on the water bottle. I tucked it deep inside the pocket on the back of the seat in front of me. I then shook my cock and put it back in my pants. Thank God for the blanket. It came in handy as a big absorbent towel as I made my area look...unpissed. Then I grinned. Peeing in a public place had made me horny as a teenage guy watching cheerleading tryouts. I glanced at my watch. Still another hour to go. I boldly unzipped my pants once more and pulled my hardening shaft out, bringing my balls with it so I could squeeze them while I stroked my cock. I hadn't come since that night with Chrissy a week ago. When I blew, it hit the small window next to me in rapid fire squirts. I groaned as I watched my cream run down the window in rivets, shuddering from the intensity of my orgasm. Again, I cleaned up my area, carefully tucking my softening shaft behind my zipper. My mother had taught me well to clean up after myself. The blanket would definitely need washing though after my use of it on this flight. I felt refreshed and no longer in need of a nap. "Did you enjoy your flight?" I looked up at the flight attendant and smiled. "Best flight I've ever had," I told her honestly. I deplaned with my carry-on luggage and headed for the short term parking lot. The quiet of the night was soothing and I decided to take the vampire flights from now on. I didn't see a solitary soul until I reached the row where I'd parked. Chrissy stood next to my SUV in an office suit. She gave me a seductive smile and slipped her heels off. She has such sexy toes. "Welcome home Matt," she said softly. I dropped my briefcase when I reached her, but she slipped through my fingers. Only to turn away from me, lean against the hood of my SUV and hike her skirt up to her waist. She wore a teeny tiny red lace thong between the firm cheeks of her ass. She shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and I saw she wore nothing under it. No shirt. No bra. I reached for my zipper with shaking fingers, already anticipating the hot wet heat waiting for me. Then I remembered... and I stopped. "What is it you want from me Chrissy? I asked her hoarsely. "I can't promise I won't be rough...or bite..." Not after the night I'd already embraced, I couldn't. "Take me hard Matt. Rough. And bite me baby. Bite me and blow inside me," she whispered. "Ah, Chrissy. Baby." I grabbed the fine lace of her thong with my hand and jerked it, dropping it carelessly on the ground. I spread her cheeks wide, nudging at her entrance impatiently as I sought to feel her slickness embrace me. Warm juice covered my head and I slipped inside, slowly at first, gritting my teeth as I fought not to go totally caveman. At least not yet. Chrissy bucked and took all eight inches of my cock inside her. I totally lost it. I hammered into her pussy like I hadn't been laid in months, begging her to tell me if I hurt her, praying to God I could stop if she asked me too. "Oh God. Matt. It's so good. So fucking good," she cried. I bite her neck. I couldn't have stopped myself unless I'd been dragged off of her. She tasted so sweet on my tongue. Her muscles began contracting rhythmically around my cock and I pinned her against the side of my SUV with the weight of my body. I took her deeper, penetrating her hot wet pussy in a place I'd never been before. Flexing my knees with each stroke, laying my back against hers, I sucked her blood from the puncture left by my teeth. I came hard, my voice hoarsely calling her name repeatedly. Afterwords, she turned in my arms and I held her protectively as she cried. "Are you ok?" I asked softly. "It's just so intense Matt. It scared me the first time. And when you compared me to a porn star..." "I'm sorry baby. Really. I meant it as a compliment, not an insult. You were- are-so fucking hot when you come like that. It blew my mind," I admitted honestly, running my fingers through her soft hair. "I felt a little shame at enjoying it. But I realized that was crazy. I have something to confess to you Matt." I smiled. "What's that sweetheart?" "Um, I like watching men pee,' she said softy, her skin tinted pink across her cheek bones."I'd love to hold yours sometime when you really, really need to go." How I could possibly grow another boner was beyond me, but I was doing it. "Hold what honey?" I teased. "Hold your big cock while you piss Matt," she said boldly, and she reached for my hardening shaft. I groaned. "Anytime Chrissy." She reached over and took my dick in her hand. "Now." I leaned my forehead against hers and just held her, willing my hard-on to diminish so I could fulfill her fantasy. She held me in her hand and I began to slowly pee on her mound. When she moaned and moved against me, I laughed under my breath. "If you want me to keep pissing Chrissy, you gotta stop moving against me." Her answer was to take my tongue in her mouth and suck it rhythmically. I grew harder and harder until I couldn't pee another drop. She reached down rubbed my swollen head teasingly on her clit. "Damn you Chrissy. I've got to have you again." I picked her up and put her on the hood and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We finally drove back to my house just as the sun was rising over the mountains. Exhausted, we took a shower, simply washing each other gently before falling into bed. I pulled Chrissy to me and licked her neck and I saw the birthmark I'd noticed for the first time while we'd showered minutes before.I was puzzled by it. But not puzzled enough stay awake. When I woke it was to the incredible feeling every man has fantasies about.Chrissy's mouth was sucking voraciously on my dick, taking as much as she could without choking on my girth. She'd never been gung ho on giving head, but she sure seemed to be enjoying it now. I ran my fingers gently through her hair. "Are you Chrissy?" I asked softly, teasingly. She lifted her head and smiled. "Do you think Chrissy would do all the fun things we've done?" I hadn't expected a question. I shook my head slowly. "Right. I'm Chrissy's twin. When she told me what you'd done to her, she pretended to be horrified, saying she could never enjoy those things. I, on the other hand, was so aroused from listening to her that I left a wet spot on the couch when I got up to go to the bathroom. I had to masturbate," she explained with a wicked grin. "Can you handle that?"she added softly, leaning down and licking my head. She was nothing if not straight forward. Honest. And making me crazy with that tongue of hers... I reached for her breast and thumbed her nipple. It hardened immediately. "I can definitely handle it," I said with a wicked grin. "What's your name?" "You won't laugh?" "No." "Barbie." I bit back a smile. "What would you like me to call you?" "Your woman." "Done." And I pulled her on top of me, sliding into her hot wetness, gently biting the jutting nipples hanging down from her big beautiful breasts. Barbie was going to be a lot of fun. And determined to make a relationship with me work. I was looking forward to getting to know her, maybe building a long term relationship with her. And biting her. And having her hand on my cock when I pissed...and whatever else we could do to each other or for each other. She was my porn star. But I was never going to share that compliment with her. "Matt, can we play masquerade games where I can play a porn star and you be the sweet innocent guy? So I can seduce you? Maybe handcuff you to the bed?" I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't still asleep. Nope. It hurt. A wicked grin creased my cheeks. "Barbie, you're already my porn star. But we can play all the games you want. Starting right now." And I rolled her beneath me, took her with one hard thrust. "Show me what game you want to play, Barbie." Moonlight58 |
In hindsight, if something sounds too good to be true -- it probably is. I learned that lesson the hard way. I was 22 years old, working a dead-end job, my love life was non-existent, couldn't afford to go to college like the rest of my friends, and because I wasn't making enough money, I had to move back in with my parents. I was desperate to make a change. After living with my folks for a few months, I figured I'd saved enough money to put my plan into action. I said goodbye to family and friends, packed my car, and headed south. I had studied a U.S. map and decided I'd move south to warmer weather; not a huge city, but good-sized; and it was near the Gulf of Mexico. I was excited; I'd do things differently there. I'd get a good job, a nice apartment and meet southern girls and make new friends. I drove for three days, constantly dreaming and fantasizing about what awaited me at my new 'home'. I was going to work hard to be more outgoing and less shy. My shyness hurt me in many ways: I had a difficult time meeting and talking with girls; and I wasn't very assertive with friends and employers. I let people walk all over me. That was going to change! My heart was pounding with excitement as I drove past the 'city limits' sign of my new town. Everything looked bright and new. I stopped and bought a city map and newspaper and scoured the 'apartment for rent' section. This was going to be harder than I thought: the apartment prices were higher than I thought they'd be. I had a fast food lunch in the car, all the time staring at the paper. When I reached 'duplexes for rent', my spirits picked up again. Those were prices I could afford. I wrote down some addresses, and when I finished lunch, I checked the addresses on the map. Most of them seemed to be near each other in the same neighborhood. After looking at the first three places I was feeling down again. I wouldn't let a dog live in those places, I thought. I was driving up and down one street at a time, using a main thoroughfare, Kennedy Blvd, as my starting point. I'd exhausted the possibilities from the newspaper, now I was driving slow, looking out for 'For Rent' signs. I was frustrated and getting nervous. From Kennedy Blvd I turned right on Brevard Street. Looking at the left side of the street and then right side suddenly something caught my eye. I backed up the car and parked. I saw a small 'For Rent' sign taped to a porch wall. The house number was 109. It was a huge house. A nice house -- a little older, but it appeared to be well-maintained. I gathered my courage and walked up to the house. On the bottom of the 'For Rent' sign was scribbled, 'Inquire inside at #1'. I opened the front door and walked in. Number 1 was on my immediate left. I knocked. I knocked some more. No one came. I didn't know how much more frustration I could take. As I opened the front door to leave someone shouted down at me from the second floor. "Mister T isn't home now, he should be back pretty soon." "Ah, thanks," I replied. I heard him come down the stairs. He was about my age, with blonde hair. He was a couple inches shorter than me. His shirt was unbuttoned; he was in good shape. He studied me for a few seconds then said: "Hi, I'm Billy." "I'm John." We shook hands. "You looking for a place?" he asked. "Yeah...it's getting a little tiring. I've looked at a lot of apartments today. There aren't many in my price range." An odd smile crossed his lips: "You should wait and talk to Mister T. Number 2 is vacant. It's really nice and Mister T doesn't charge much rent. Want to wait on the porch?" "Yeah...okay. You talked me into it." He smiled again: "Want a beer while you wait?" Normally I would have automatically declined the offer, but I thought, well, here's your chance to start acting 'differently'. "Yeah, sure. That sounds great!" There were a couple love seats on the porch and I sat down and waited. Billy came down with two beers; he sat next to me. I thought it was strange since there was another chair to sit on, but again, I scolded myself for reverting back to my old, negative self. We had a nice talk. He'd lived upstairs for almost two years. He moved here from another city, too. He didn't work; he said his parents sent him money. He said he loved this town, but didn't go out much. He liked to paint. He painted portraits, landscapes, and he loved the Gulf, but didn't get over there much because he didn't have a car. "Sometimes Mister T will take me there and we'll spend the day." A big old Lincoln Town Car came up the street: "Oh, there's Mister T." We watched him park in front of my car and he got out. He was old, maybe sixty, and out of shape; he had a small pot belly. He was bald on top of his head with thin grey hair on each side. He stared at me the whole time he walked to the house. Billy introduced us: "Mister T, this is Johnny. He's interested in number 2." I tried to correct Billy: "Ah, John, I go by John. Nice to meet you, Mister T." We shook hands. He looked me up and down. "You're a good looking boy, Johnny. Is your girl moving in with you?" I blushed: "Ah...no...ah, I just moved to town. I'm by myself." Billy chimed in: "Yeah, he got here this afternoon. He's from out of town." Mister T looked at the beer I was holding: "You're not an alcoholic, are you?" I blushed again: "No- no..." Billy interrupted: "I gave him one. We were being sociable." The expression on Mister T's face never changed. "You want to see number 2?" he asked, and I nodded. "Good. Follow me." We went inside. Billy went upstairs to his apartment. Mister T opened the door on number 2. We walked into the living room. It was big; it was furnished; there was a 32" flat screen tv on the wall opposite the couch; the room was fantastic. My immediate thought was that it was too expensive. Mister T gave me the tour; a big, full kitchen; a large bathroom; the bedroom was spacious, too, with a king-sized bed. There was another 32" tv on the wall facing the bed. Two 32" flat screen tv's? Now I knew this place was too expensive. He opened the closet door, there were clothes still hanging in there. I looked closely: there were maybe ten negligees on hangars with what looked to be matching panties. "That damn girl didn't take everything with her when she left. Don't throw'em away, she might be back for'em...I doubt it though. Leave'em be -- hell, for all I care you can wear'em!" My face turned beet red. We returned to the living room. "So, whadya think, Johnny? You like it?" "Well...yeah, yes, it's great. How, ah... how much is the rent?" He told me. I was stunned. I was speechless. "You want it?" "Good God, yes...I mean...yeah, oh yeah I want it!" "Good! Come over to my place and you can fill out the paperwork." I followed him into his apartment. There wasn't much paperwork. Name, driver's license, my car's plate number. But then he asked for complete names, addresses and phone numbers for my family and five friends. I had to go to my car and get my address book. When I was finished, I gave him two month's rent and he handed me the keys. He shook my hand and smiled: "I think you're gonna enjoy living here, Johnny." I decided for the rent I was paying, being called 'Johnny' would be fine with me. I only had to make four trips to unload my car. Exploring my new apartment, I noticed a few more things than I had earlier. There were pots, pans, plates and silverware in the kitchen, so I left mine in their box. The bathroom already was stocked with toiletries. It almost looked like they were left behind. And then there were the mirrors. Large, almost floor-to-ceiling mirrors; one in the bathroom; a huge one in the living room; and three more in the bedroom. Something made me look up in the bedroom, and -- WTF? There was a large mirror on the ceiling over the bed. Good God -- what the hell is all this? I wondered. There was a knock on the door and I heard Billy call my name. I let him in. "Welcome, neighbor!" he said, and handed me a beer. "You like it?" "Like it? I love it! And it's so cheap! How can he rent it so cheap?" "I think he's still living in the 1900's," he said, and we laughed. "What's with all the mirrors?" I asked. "Oh, that girl who lived here was pretty kinky." He smiled. "Now when you get a girl over here you can watch in the mirrors." "Yeah, sure. It's more like I can watch myself beat-off." I blurted out without thinking. Billy laughed and laughed. Then he asked: "Are you getting hungry neighbor?" As a matter of fact, I was. It was almost dinner time. The afternoon had flown by. "Yeah, I am." "Good. I've got a couple steaks I need to cook up. You interested?" "God, yes." And we headed up the stairs to Billy's apartment. Throughout dinner we chatted like old friends. Billy was a good story teller; funny, self-deprecating, and easy to follow. He was a good listener, too. He got me to open up about myself -- usually I was too shy around new acquaintance's to say much, not so with Billy. It was getting late, I said I'd better get some sleep. I needed to find a job as soon as possible. He winced and said: "You know, Johnny, this is a right-to-work state, don't you?" he asked. I frowned: "What's that mean?" "Well, if you don't have a college degree, or some kind of special training, you're not gonna make jack-shit in this state. The companies have you by the balls here!" It didn't make sense to me. Where I came from plenty of jobs paid good wages without a degree. I just shrugged it off. We said our goodbyes and I went to'my new apartment'. I turned the light on in my bedroom: it glowed red. There was a red bulb in the lamp. Good God, I wish I could've met that girl who lived here, I thought. I stripped to my underpants. That's how I slept. Before I climbed into bed I went to the closet. I flipped on the light -- that light was normal. I slowly looked over the negligees. I stopped at the red one. I took it off the hangar and held it up. When I felt the soft, sleek material of the matching red panties my penis instantly got hard. I blushed. I put them back in the closet and fell into bed. The next day I drove all around town looking for work. The want ads had plenty of jobs, but I found out Billy was right. Every job I applied for paid minimum wage. It was discouraging. More discouraging was I couldn't even get hired at a minimum wage job. To make matters worse, it was very hot and very humid. By the time I got home I was drenched in sweat. I just wanted to take a long, cold shower. Billy knocked on the door; he'd seen me from his window. He gave me a cold beer. He said after my shower to come upstairs and have dinner. I drained the beer and stood under the cold water for ten minutes. Billy's apartment was an oven. He had a window air conditioner, but he said Mister T would only allow him to run it at night to help him sleep. It was too expensive. Billy wore boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He asked if I'd mind if he took off his t-shirt. I said go for it. We sat and had wine before dinner. I was roasting; sweating, very uncomfortable. Billy noticed. He went into his bedroom and came back with a pair of gym shorts. Of course, I said no, but he finally talked me into putting them on. I went into the bathroom and changed. They were very short. I went back to the sofa and sat down. He laughed. He was sitting across from me and said he could see my underwear. He said wearing your undies with the shorts defeated the whole purpose of staying cool. He said I should take off my shirt so I did. I was uncomfortable at first with both of us being nearly nude, but it didn't seem to bother Billy, so I quickly forgot about it. Dinner was great. Lasagne, salad and garlic bread. It was delicious. Afterwards, I offered to help Billy with the dishes but he refused. He told me to sit on the couch and he'd bring me a drink. He was such a nice guy I began to feel a genuine affection for him. Not in a sexual way, of course. But I felt very close to him. Naturally I had friends back home, but this was different. "This is called a 'green job'," he said as he handed me a drink. "One shot of brandy-one shot of green crème de menthe-and then fill the glass with soda water. It's very refreshing!" He was right. It was refreshing, and it tasted good, too. He joined me on the sofa. We talked and laughed. I was starting to feel the alcohol. He moved closer to me. He was telling a long story of his high school days; he was one of those who liked to talk using their hands for emphasis. One time he would put his hand on my shoulder; the next time he'd brush my thigh. His voice was soothing. My penis grew erect in my shorts. I hoped he didn't notice. He walked over to the window; he called to me; 'You gotta see this!" he exclaimed. I went to him with my hands in front of me hiding my raging hard-on. He pointed to something. He put his hand on my back and pushed me closer to the window. He stood behind me. "See...see over there," he pointed. "They're building a nest." It was almost dark and I had a difficult time seeing anything. He placed his hands on my shoulders. His touch was electric. My penis ached for release. He ran his hands over my chest. He pinched my nipples. Then he kissed my neck and licked my ear. I thought I would cum in my shorts. He massaged my back. He caressed my bottom. I tried to say 'no' but there were no words. My mind was lost in a fog. My penis had never been so hard. He turned me around to face him. He cradled my head in his hands. He kissed me on the lips. I couldn't pull away from him. We kissed a long time. I was kissing him back. My mind was gone; all I knew was my throbbing penis needed relief. He went to his knees. He pulled my shorts and underwear to the floor. He stroked my penis and balls. I groaned out loud. He took my penis in his mouth and gently sucked it. He ran his tongue over the head. He rubbed my balls with one hand; his other hand stroked the base of my penis. He took my whole penis in his mouth. I was in ecstasy. I imperceptibly moved my hips; pushing my hard penis in-and-out of his mouth. He quickened his sucking. He sensed I was near. His hand stroked me faster-and-faster. I had to let it go. My cum shot out of my penis into his greedily sucking mouth. I filled his mouth and he swallowed it all. When my limp penis slid from his lips, he kissed it, and cleaned it with his tongue. It was the greatest orgasm of my life! I didn't know what to do or say. I was frozen in place. Billy stood and held me. He kissed me and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I ran my tongue over his and tasted my own salty cum. He guided my hand to his rigid cock. "Billy...I...Billy..." "Just use your hand," he whispered. He showed me what he wanted. We stood side by side. My right arm around his waist. My left hand holding his cock. I stroked it for him. Slowly at first. His cock was warm and smooth. It felt wonderful in my hand. My hand went faster-and-faster. He groaned and told me how good I was. His words spurred me on. I was giving a guy a hand job! I didn't care -- it was Billy and he made me feel like the most important person in the world. I stroked him faster. "Rub my balls," he said. I reached back between his legs and found his heavy ball sac. It was hot and sweaty and I rolled his balls in my fingers. "Oh Johnny -- OH JOHNNY -- I'M CUMMING -- I'M CUMMING -- I'M CUMMING!!!! I had his spunk on my hand. He guided it to my mouth and I licked his semen off my hand. Oh my God, I thought. What have we done? What have we done? Billy pulled up my shorts, but not before he threw my underwear to the other side of the room. He pulled up his own shorts then led me to the sofa. I sat down. He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back. He went to the kitchen and poured us wine. Billy sat next to me. Close -- our thighs touching; his arm around me stroking my arm. He whispered into my ear. "Everything will be alright," he told me. "We're still friends," he reassured me. "Except now we're friends with benefits." We laughed and laughed. "I'd better go," I said. "Got another day of minimum-wage-job hunting tomorrow." He laughed and walked me to the door. We put our arms around each other and had a long, tongue-filled, good-night kiss. My penis became hard again. He felt it against him. "Johnny, so soon?" he smiled. I blushed and said good-night. In my bedroom, I was in a haze. I stripped off the shorts and stood there. My penis pointing straight out. Finally, I went to the closet and found the red negligee and panties. I put them on. I turned off the regular bulb and flicked on the red light and climbed into bed. I lay on my stomach. I ground my pelvis into the mattress. The feel of my penis against the sheer fabric of the panties drove me mad with desire. My penis was hard against my belly with the panties serving as a buffer with the mattress. I ground into the mattress over-and-over-and-over -- until my penis exploded inside the panties. "OH GOD!" I cried out as I flooded the panties with my cum. I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I had a raging hard-on. I plodded to the bathroom and peed. Afterwards, the erection still didn't go down. Odd, I thought. I absentmindedly stroked it thru the panties as I went back to the bedroom. It didn't feel as good as the night before. The panties were crusted with my dried cum. As I went to the closet I shook my head in amazement at what I was doing: What the hell is going on? I found a pair of yellow panties that felt pleasing to the touch. I peeled off the red ones and wriggled into the yellow panties. I still wore the red negligee. I climbed on the bed and lay on my stomach. I ground my crotch into the mattress. A rush of blood went to my penis-head. I fucked the mattress with everything I had. I began groaning; rubbing my crotch frantically against the mattress. The panties made me insane with lust. My penis throbbed and spurted shot-after-shot of hot cum inside the panties. I lay there a long time trying to catch my breath. Billy knocked on my door. I pulled on my robe and cinched it tight. I let him inside. "Johnny, there might be an opening at XYZ Liquor Store on East Hillsborough. There's an ad in this morning's paper...are you alright? You look kind of funny." "Yeah...ah, I..." The aroma of my semen wafted upward where we both smelled it. He smiled broadly. "Johnny, you're insatiable! Oh, here's the address." He kissed me and turned to leave then said: "Oh, we're having crab legs for dinner tonight. C'mon over after 4 'clock. Oh, and...wear your shorts -- WITHOUT underwear, okay?" he was laughing as he left. MY GOD! Even Billy knew I was jerking off. What's gotten into me? I took off the robe, negligee and panties and took a long, hot shower. I soaped myself up good -- I paid extra attention to my crotch area to get rid of that smell. In the bedroom I noticed my socks and underwear hadn't been put away yet. I opened the top drawer of the chest, and found it full of...geez...panties! WTF? There must have been twenty pairs. About half were lace, and the rest were the sheer, smooth material like the ones in the closet. I began to breathe harder. My penis rose. "Get a grip, John," I told myself. I closed the drawer. The other drawers were empty so I put away my clothes. I got dressed in a daze. For a brief moment, I thought about wearing a pair of lace panties under my slacks. I pushed that thought out of my mind. It felt good to be in my car and on the road. I had the windows down and the fresh air cleared my head. I thought about the last 12 hours and couldn't figure out why I was acting this way. I've never acted like that in my life! I always had strong self-control. I was getting close to the address of the liquor store. It was a pretty bad area. When I found it I thought about turning around. I parked the car and went inside. The whole interview lasted 10 minutes -- I was hired. I would start work the next day at 4 in the afternoon. When I left I felt exhilarated! Alright -- I now have a job AND a nice apartment. I went back home to surprise Billy. "I got the job! I start tomorrow. C'mon, let's go out and celebrate." I announced. He was wearing a robe, his hair a mess and he was acting strange. "Ah...that's great...good, good for you. I...ah...I'm kinda busy right now. Come back after 4, okay?" "Ah...yeah, sure, okay...see you at 4." I said and he quickly closed the door. I was disappointed; I wanted to share my good mood with him. I changed into casual clothes and decided to go sight-seeing in my new town. I found the closest route to the Gulf, and off I went. It was a beautiful day with a cool breeze coming in from the gulf as I walked on the white sandy beach. The gulf breeze also cleared my head of thoughts of sex. I felt strong and in control: last night was an aberration and it wouldn't happen again. I'd explain to Billy that he's a great guy, and last night was fun, but I can't do that anymore. I like girls. I had lunch then drove around to see more sights. I liked what I saw. It was going to be a fun city to live. When I arrived home it was half-past four. It was hot and humid again: I put on the gym shorts, with no underwear to placate Billy. When he answered the door, he was wearing his boxers with no shirt. He went to kiss me but I turned away. "Something wrong?" he asked. "No...no, it's just that..." A buzzer went off in the kitchen. He turned and left me standing there, I was unable to tell him my thoughts. When he returned, he handed me a martini glass. "Ever have a martini?" he asked. "No...no, never have." I accepted the glass from him. We both drank. Whew! It was ice cold and it went down so smoothly I finished it before he was even half-done with his. He laughed and went to the kitchen and made me another one. Whoa! It went straight to my head! I decided to sip the next one. We sat on the sofa. I told him about getting the job, and I told him about the rest of my day. Where I'd gone -- what I'd seen. Suddenly I became very aware of our thighs touching. I felt my penis stir. Oh my God, I thought. "Johnny, you still have your shirt on." Before I could respond he pulled it over my head and threw it near the door. "That's better!" he smiled. He put one arm around me, he caressed my chest with his other hand. He pinched my nipples, and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. My penis became fully erect. "OOOhhhhhh..." I groaned. He ran his hand under the bottom of my shorts and he cupped my balls in his hand: kneading them ever so slightly. My penis twitched and jumped with excitement. He smiled at me and said, "Good, boy...no underwear." Then he kissed me. All of my strength and determination melted away beneath his hot lips and probing tongue. I kissed him back. He squeezed my hard penis then said, "I'll help you out after we eat." We ate like there was no tomorrow. Crab Legs with drawn butter and baked potatoes. Delicious! We must have eaten 5 pounds of crab legs. We sat side-by-side and every now and then Billy leaned over and kissed me. He ran his hand up-and-down my thighs, and oh-so slightly would graze my throbbing member. My hard penis ached with desire. I completely forgot what I wanted to tell him. I sat on the sofa awaiting Billy. By that time my penis had been hard for over an hour. It poked at my shorts, begging to be released. Billy stood in front of me offering his hand. I held his hand as he led me to his bedroom. The bedspread was already turned down. He wanted me to lie on my back. I did. He kneeled between my legs. I lifted my hips to assist him in removing my shorts. He pulled off his boxers, as well. I was naked with Billy on his bed and all I could think about was how happy I was to be there, and how fantastic it will feel when he takes my penis in his mouth. Oh God, here I go again! The feel of his lips and tongue on my penis was even better than I remembered! He didn't have to suck me very long. My pent-up lust soon boiled over into his mouth. He swallowed every drop then lay down beside me. He guided my hand to his hard cock and I did the rest. His cock seemed even warmer and smoother than last night. I massaged his balls with my other hand. I heard him groan and vigorously stroked him to orgasm. I watched his cum jet out of his cock-slit. I was mesmerized! We lay there a long time holding and caressing each other. I felt my penis begin to stir again. Good God, I have to put an end to this, I thought. I got up to leave. He was surprised and hurt: it showed on his face. I had to do it though. I dressed and left him lying there. My penis was hard again in my shorts. In my bedroom I stripped naked. I went to the closet: I couldn't help myself. I felt weak and ashamed. I put on a pink negligee and matching panties. I laid on my stomach and furiously ground my crotch into the mattress. The panties felt fantastic against my penis. Suddenly I felt someone sit on the bed beside me -- it was Billy! "B-Billy! How'd you get in here?" "Your door was unlocked, silly." I could have sworn I locked the door. "Sweetie, you look wonderful! That's a pretty outfit!" he said looking me up and down. I flushed a deep red; I felt humiliated! "I...ah...oh God...Billy, I...ah...." "Don't be embarrassed," he whispered. "I'm a firm believer in 'if it feels good -- do it!" I turned on my back. "B-Billy, I..." He kissed me before I could answer. He stroked my now-throbbing penis thru the panties. My eyes rolled back into my head. My thoughts drowned in lust and desire. I threw my arms around him and kissed him back. I moved over on the bed to give him room to lie down. We lay on our sides. Suddenly he slid down the bed and I felt his fingers tugging at the panties. I helped him take them off. His lips kissed up-and- down the length of my penis. Suddenly I felt the bed sag: he had changed positions. His hard cock was inches from my face. "Sweetie, do what I do...I'll teach you." He began kissing my penis again. The moment of truth had arrived. I can't do this, can I? He wants me to kiss his penis -- I'm not queer! He sensed my unwillingness: "Sweetie, it takes two to make a relationship...I have wants and needs, too." I knew he was right. I was being selfish. I stared at his cock. It was beautiful! My fingers held the shaft and I kissed up-and-down. I did it -- I kissed a man's penis! I did to him whatever he did to me. Kissing, licking then finally taking his cockhead in my mouth and sucking. We sucked each others' cocks and fondled each others' balls. When I felt his finger rub my perineum, I rubbed his, as well. When he speeded up his sucking -- I sucked his cock faster, too. Our tongues constantly licking as we sucked. I was delirious with pleasure. His cock in my mouth felt natural and wonderful! We both made guttural moans. We were close to cumming. He sucked me expertly while I slobbered feverishly on his cock. I wanted to taste his cum! He massaged my balls and I massaged his. Suddenly, I felt his balls contract then wad-after-wad of hot jizz filled my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could. My own balls boiled over and exploded into his sucking mouth. Muffled screams of joy echoed throughout the room. Afterwards, I lay in his arms. He stroked my head and shoulders. I thought I was in love with him. He made me happy, and I wanted to make him happy, too. I didn't think I was gay or queer. I was just a guy who loved another guy. There is nothing perverse or abnormal about that. Billy handed me the discarded panties. He wanted me to put them back on and'model' for him. I giggled as I struck a pose with my hands on my hips. His hand stroked my thighs. My penis stiffened inside the panties. I rejoined him on the bed. He lay on top of me. I held him close as we kissed. I felt his cock in full erection against my belly. He slid upwards; his knees on either side of me. Soon his hard cock was an inch from my face as he straddled my chest. "Kiss it for me, sweetie," he whispered. "Kiss it from the head to the base." The satiny smoothness of his rock-hard cock sent jolts of excitement through my lips and tongue. My tongue bathed his velvety flesh. I loved the taste of his cock. "Suck it, sweetie -- suck my cock!" I groaned in ecstasy when I heard those words. His cockhead felt wonderful in my mouth. My wet lips slid up-and-down his shaft. My tongue lathered his throbbing cockhead. I was lost in the sucking. My mind a blank but for the cock in my mouth. He began to fuck my face. He pushed his hardness deep in my mouth then he withdrew to the tip then plunged it into my mouth -- over-and-over-and-over! His pre-cum slick on my tongue. I tickled his cum-slit. Then his penis throbbed and expanded in my mouth. He shouted: "I'M CUMMING JOHNNY -- I'M CUMMING JOHNNY..." His cum filled my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed. I loved the taste in my mouth. My hard cock throbbed inside my panties. Then I licked his penis clean as it slid from between my lips. Billy collapsed on top of me. I held him tight. When his breathing returned to normal we kissed. We kissed and petted each other like teenagers in the back seat of a car. My cock was throbbing -- begging for release. I was trembling with the need to cum. Billy's cock was hard again, too. I held it for him. "Sweetie, I want to make you cum like you've never cum before!" He was stroking my cock through my panties. I almost came just hearing those words. "O-Ohh...yes, Billy -- Yesss....make me cum....PLEEEZZZZZ...." "Baby, I want to fuck you -- I want to pop your cherry!" He looked me in the eyes. "Sweetie, tell me you want me to fuck you...say it, Johnny, beg me to fuck you in the ass!" I was delirious with lust -- out of my mind with the need to cum. "Ooooo, Billy...yes, yes, fuck my ass, Billy. Please fuck my ass, Billy! MAKE ME CUM WITH YOUR HARD COCK IN MY ASS BILLY!!" Billy pulled off my panties. He roughly forced me onto my stomach. He pushed my head into the pillow. "Lift your ass off the bed, Johnny. Raise your hips and spread your legs!" I knew I was in a deliciously obscene position -- my ass up high -- level with his cock -- my virgin bottom-hole exposed to his view. I felt wicked and wanton and wonderful! Billy's cock was still slick with his cum and my saliva. He placed it at my entrance -- my anus. He gently pushed the head inside me. I groaned into the pillow -- it hurt -- it hurt a lot, but I didn't pull away. He pushed his hips steadily forward -- his cock slid further-and-further into my asshole. I screamed into the pillow. Billy was undeterred. Then I felt his wispy pubic hairs against my bottom-cheeks. His cock was all the way inside me! He stopped. He let me get accustomed to the feeling of his cock in my hole. He flexed his cock -- it expanded and I groaned. I was sweaty and my heart was pounding. I willingly spread my legs for a man and allowed him to impale my asshole on his cock. Then he began fucking me. Slowly, deliberately, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out. My own cock-slit oozed pre-cum. Then his panty-covered hand grasped my penis. I shivered with ecstasy. He stroked my cock while he increased his tempo. His ass-fucking tempo. Suddenly, the pain was gone! I felt every vein and bump on his hard, smooth cock as he plowed in-and-out of me. I wiggled my butt at him. He fucked me harder. Animal noises came from our throats. We were lost in the fucking. The primal fucking of my ass. My balls began churning -- it wouldn't be long now. I frantically pushed back to meet his plunging cock. His hand furiously stroked my throbbing penis. We came at the same time! Our shouts and screams echoed through the room. He pumped load-after-load of hot cum into my bowels. My cum exploded in his panty-covered hand -- he milked every last drop out of me. He collapsed on top of me. I could still feel his wonderful penis inside me. Then it shrank and slipped out of my anus. A pool of Billy's cum formed on the bed sheet as it dripped -- dripped -- dripped from my deflowered asshole. The next afternoon at 4 o'clock I started my job. My bottom was still sore from the fucking Billy had given me, and I could taste and smell Billy's semen: he'd insisted I suck his cock before I left for work. I was a little self-conscious hoping no one else could smell it. As for the job, it wasn't very pleasant. It was a high crime area and one of our main duties was to watch for shoplifters. Now I basically believe in the inherent good of my fellow man, but after a few hours on the job, that philosophy was greatly tested. When a customer snatched a bottle of scotch and ran out the door before my very eyes, and my boss chewed me out for not chasing him, well, needless to say, I knew early on that this would not be my lifelong career. Eight hours seemed like an eternity. I passed the time by day-dreaming of Billy's soft lips, his smile, his laughter, and his wonderful penis. When I got home I went straight to his room. We made love until the wee hours of the morning. We slept -- we ate -- then I sucked his cock before I went to work again. Finally my work week was coming to an end. I'd be a free man for two whole days. Billy and I planned a trip to the Gulf; maybe spend the night in a motel. We'd have long walks on the beach, and maybe even a picnic lunch. I was giddy with happiness as I drove home from work. Wow, I thought. I'm acting like a schoolgirl |
in love. I went to my apartment first. We had started something new: Billy would come to my place and pick out an 'outfit' he wanted me to wear and leave it on the bed; I would change into it, and go upstairs to his place. I was humming a song as I unlocked my door and went inside. Odd? The table lamp next to the sofa was on. I turned, and my heart skipped a beat, "O-Oh...geeez...Mister T, you startled me!" He sat on the far end of the sofa close to the lamp. He had something in his hand; it must have been the remote for the television because suddenly I could hear the sound: "Ooooo, Billy...yes, yes, fuck my ass, Billy. Please fuck my ass, Billy! MAKE ME CUM WITH YOUR HARD COCK IN MY ASS BILLY!!" I couldn't have been more stunned if someone had hit me with a brick! All color drained from my face. I watched the television: It was the night Billy took my virginity. It wasn't at all how I remembered it. The television made it look dirty, ugly, depraved -- two queers having queer sex. A queer guy bending over while another queer fucked him in the ass. OH MY GOD!! I was trembling; shaking. I was speechless. Finally Mister T spoke: "Billy did one helluva job, didn't he?" Huh? I wondered. "Oh, yeah...I watched all your tapes today...he was able to 'turn- you-out' in less than a week! He changed you from a confident young man to a babbling little faggot begging for cock in a matter of days! Amazing...simply amazing!" I didn't understand what he meant. What on earth was he talking about? He saw the confused look on my face. "Billy set you up, boy." My mind was screaming: That couldn't be. Billy loves me -- I love Billy. He wouldn't do something like that! I finally had to say something: "B-Billy wouldn't...Billy couldn't...why, why...why would he do that?" "Because he works for me and I told him to do it!" A hard punch in my stomach wouldn't have hurt as much as his words. Now I wanted to cry. I'd never felt betrayal like this in my life. I fought hard to keep from crying. "Don't blame, Billy, he didn't have a choice. As a matter-of-fact, he's quite fond of you." I still didn't get it. "Well, what...why...what is this about?" "It's very simple. Billy signed a contract to work for me -- his contract is almost up. I need a new boy to take Billy's place, and -- voila! -- here you are!" "Work for you? What kind of work?" "Well," he laughed. "Let's just say it's so easy you could work on your back -- or work on your knees!" My face turned a dark red. He laughed loudly. "WHAT IN THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD EVER DO THAT FOR YOU?" I was furious. The smile was gone from his face. He pointed to the television: "You little twit, I've got photographs and videos of every single time you played with Billy's cock -- every time you sucked his cock -- and every time you bent over and let him fuck you in the ass! Remember those references you gave me for the apartment? How would you like it if ALL OF YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS RECEIVED A COPY OF THEM?" Holy shit! I finally understood! There was a long silence. Then Mister T said, "Here's how it's going to be: Billy has about a month left on his contract. In that time you will be his bitch, and he'll teach you what you need to know. In the meantime, you'll continue working your job...I hear you don't much care for it, but look at the bright side -- you only have to work there another month. When Billy leaves, I'll give you the same deal I gave him, and you'll sign a contract to work for me. Do you understand?" What could I say? A million thoughts whirled around my head. My God! "I ASKED: DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" The harshness of his voice jolted me back into reality. "Y-Yes." "YES WHAT?" "Yes, I understand Mister T." "Good, boy," he said, then he opened the robe he was wearing -- he was naked underneath and his erect cock sprang into view. "Watching your tapes gave me a hard-on, and Billy says you're getting quite good with that mouth of yours. Take off all your clothes and put them on the chair!" "Yes, Mister T." I stripped. My mind was a blank. What could I do? "Good, boy," he said. "Get on your knees and come over here!" His cock was huge compared to Billy and me; probably 7 inches long, and an inch-and-a-half around. He saw my wide eyes, and laughed: "Yeah, you finally get to suck a'man's cock', not one of those scrawny little dicks that you and Billy have." I sucked his cock. It was difficult at first, but I eventually found a rhythm. He took a long time to cum. My jaws ached. When his cock began to shoot he grabbed my head and held me in place, he wanted to make sure I ate all his cum. When he finished, he wiped his greasy cock with my hair. He got up to leave. Before he walked out he said: "Knock on my door at 10 o'clock sharp for breakfast." I went to the bathroom and gargled with mouth wash. My mind was reeling. Billy -- oh, Billy, what's going on? How could you sell me out? I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. I went to bed and cried myself to sleep. It was a mild early May morning. Andrew was busy marking some maths work. It was mid term and some crucial topics had to be nailed for his students to get good grades. He had taken on more work after his gardening work had tailed off. On this particular morning he had a few trig papers to mark when his study phone rang. It was an old friend from school, Karen Appleton. 'Oh hello Karen, what a lovely surprise!' "Thought I'd look you up, it seems so long since we spoke." 'I know, I'm sorry, time flies. You know, I've been so busy with my new job as a private maths tutor I don't seem to get time to get everything done, and that includes keeping in touch with old friends -- but it's great to hear from you.' "You too Andrew." 'Erm how's Danielle, she must be about 16 now?' "Eighteen. Yes, she's fine, you wouldn't recognise her I bet -- she's grown up since you saw her last. Anyway I'm not just ringing to say hello, I wondered if you would like to come over to the new house, I know how much you like the country." 'Oh, well that's a nice offer -- erm have you any particular time in mind?' "Yes, I thought maybe this weekend. With it being so mild we could go for a walk and you might get inspiration for a poem, do you still do that?" 'Yes, I don't write as much as I would like but yes, it's a good idea, I'd love to come and see you and Danielle, will she be there?' "Yes sure". 'Good.' "Anyway, the address is 'The Rose cottage, Warden lane, Louth." 'OK, I'll look on Anymap, what time should I come?' "When you like, what about 11 Saturday morning?" 'OK, sounds great.' "Tell you what Andrew someone's at the door, I think it's a customer I'm expecting, see you Saturday, yes?" 'Cool, yes bye Karen.' This was a great surprise and Andrew marked his papers with extra verve, now he had something special at the weekend to look forward to. He had known Karen as a kid and they had been part of the same 'gang' all through junior school and into secondary. Then she moved to Lincolnshire but they kept in touch and Andrew had been over to see her years ago and spent many happy days with Karen and 'Danny.' He remembered her sweet daughter, who was probably 12 or 13 the last time he had seen her. Danielle he remembered was pretty, intelligent and liked horses. He was fond of her and she liked him. Alas, over the last few years he and Karen just seemed to exchange Christmas cards, as they had less time and pursued their respective careers. So he was over the moon with the opportunity to be reacquainted with his old friend. The weekend soon arrived and Andrew checked his tyre pressure and oil before setting off. It was only about 45 miles but he hardly drove anywhere now and his car was due for a quick check of the essentials. His rear offside needed a few psi otherwise everything was ticketyboo. The journey was quite good. He liked the gentle, pastoral Lincolnshire countryside. It was proper rural stuff; little thatched barns, cows and numerous tractors to get stuck behind. There wasn't much traffic but some of the roads were windy and he just enjoyed the trip. When he got to Louth, he consulted his print off of the area and found Warden Lane. It was a little road with a row of poplars on one side and a brook on the other. A few cottages and a farm were scattered in a slightly higgledy-piggledy way along the lane. It was quaint. It was on the outskirts of a larger village and the spire of the church dominated the horizon ahead. Andrew parked up outside Rose cottage. As he pulled up, the door opened and Karen came out to greet him. Andrew got out and threw his arms around her. 'Karen, how are you -- you're looking well.' 'Thank you Andrew and you, you look a bit tanned have you been away?' 'Not really, I did a lot of gardening in the summer and I've not faded I guess.' They both laughed at this and Karen showed him inside. 'This is a lovely place, you've got.' 'Yes, I bought it with some help from my redundancy from the Gas board and put it to the cost of my old house -- I had a bit of a break and grabbed it with both hands.' 'Cool.' Where's Danny?', said Karen, 'I thought she'd be here to meet you, she's probably in the garden, she's growing cress for college.' 'Cress?' 'Apparently -- it's some experiment, I don't know. DANNY!!!' Andrew sat on a kitchen stool as Karen disappeared on to the patio. She returned a few seconds later with Danielle. Andrew stood up, then his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes. The sweet little 12-year old he had known had turned into a wonderful young woman. Her blonde hair fell way down her back. Her green eyes sparkled with life. She was wearing a tight pink top and tight jeans. She was quite slim but had an hour glass figure. Andrew's gaze involuntarily fell on her breasts, which were full and perky and were hidden under her top like two grapefruit hide in a box of plums. Andrew gulped. 'Danielle, well what a pleasure it is to meet you again after all these years.' He took her hand and kissed it. 'Thank you Andy, I'm called Danny nowadays. It's great to see you too, I was just watering my garden for college, sorry.' 'That's OK.' 'Do you want to have a look, we're experimenting on the effects of global warming to see what will grow in the spring, growth rates and stuff, then we'll do the same in July and measure the differences.' 'OK I see.' As he followed Danielle down the path, Andrew couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous bottom. It was a peach. Not too big, but just perfectly pert and it wiggled just a bit as she walked. 'Are you at horticultural college then?' 'Yes, that's right, I've been there for a year, I want to run my own nursery, I love growing things and stuff.' She spoke with a soft Lincolnshire lilt, which Andrew liked. It seemed to suit her somehow. 'You should see my garden', said Andrew, 'It's a bit of a wilderness at the moment.' 'Oh bet you get lots of butterflies and stuff though.' 'That's right and birds, it's good for that, I just feel a bit guilty leaving it.' 'No, it's good to have the odd rambling one', encouraged Danielle. 'OK, well you're the expert.' Karen interrupted them from the kitchen. 'Danny, Andrew -- coffee!' The three chatted inside over fresh coffee and some cookies that Karen had baked the previous day. 'Hmmm, these are nice, said Andrew, you're a dab hand at baking.' 'Thanks', said Karen, I enjoy it in my spare time not difficult really.' 'Oh, obviously the creative streak runs in the family, what with Danielle and her plants.' The two women chuckled. It was later in the day and Andrew had been shown to his room at the back of the cottage and Danielle had gone out to see Natalie, one of her college friends. Andrew was now sitting in the conservatory browsing through a Reader's Digest while Karen was at the local shop buying some groceries for dinner. He could not really concentrate on his book as his mind was still bamboozled by Karen's beautiful daughter. Danielle was not only gorgeous but intelligent and well spoken. He body was so good, she must have done some running or gym work he thought. He hesitated in dwelling on her too much in any lurid way as he had known her as a child but was finding it difficult to block out her girlie charms. However his attention was soon diverted by Karen who came back with a few bags of vegetables and some pasta. 'Do you like Italian food Andrew?' 'Yes, I love it.' 'OK, well I'm going to do a dish I picked up in Bologna last year.' There was a pause as Karen unpacked the shopping. 'Do you want a hand with anything?' 'No it's OK Andrew you're my guest just put your feet up. Danny will be back soon and she will help me a bit anyway -- she's ever so good.' 'She's really blossomed hasn't she?' 'Not half, bet you had a surprise eh?' 'Absolutely, she's stunning.' It was evening and Andrew and Karen were reminiscing about their schooldays. Danielle was in the shower. 'Would you like a drink? I've got some beer in the fridge or maybe you would like some whisky?' 'Oh I don't' drink spirits thanks, a beer would be nice though' 'Ok, I like the odd nip at this time of year, it's OK with lemonade.' Karen went to fetch the drinks as Danielle came down and joined Andrew on the sofa. She was dressed in a pink dressing gown. Her hair was still damp from her shower and she had a lovely glow about her young face. Andrew caught a waft of the shower gel she had used as she sat down -- it was lovely. 'Are we going for a walk in the morning? Through the fields?' Asked Danielle. 'Yes, I'd like that, the countryside looked groovy on my way in.' 'Yes, it's nice round here, there's loads of interesting things to see. I like local history and stuff it's good.' 'Unusual for a girl your age -- but appealing though, you give blondes a good name!' 'Haaaa thanks', yes well I've got no time for clubbing and stuff, I want to get my qualifications with a clear head, there's loads of time to let my hair down isn't there?' 'Oh definitely.' Andrew looked at her face and her long hair and involuntarily allowed his gaze to wander down her body, right down to her pink fluffy slippers. Danielle looked down and blushed slightly and then looked at Andrew awkwardly but smiled. There was a slightly embarrassed silence, before Karen came and handed him a glass of beer. 'Thanks Karen.' Andrew put the glass to his lips and instantly recognised his favourite brew. 'Gosh is this Amstel -- you remembered -- my favourite!' He put his glass on a mat and jumped up and gave her a big hug. 'That's so sweet of you to remember.' 'I know it's you're favourite from way back, thought I'd surprise you.' Andrew sipped the deep bronze beer and admired Danielle who smiled at him. Andrew liked her. The more he got to know here the more she impressed him. She had her Mother's attentiveness but had her own vivacity and charm. It was an innocent, though not naïve charm and she showed an exuberance of spirit, Andrew had rarely encountered. She was certainly a league ahead of any of his students in her sophistication. The three continued to chat about old times and an hour or two passed until there were unanimous yawns and they each turned in. Andrew lay awake in bed thinking of Danielle. He was torn between his respect for her and as his friend's daughter and how he had seen her that morning in her tight top and jeans. There was something about her unaffected, rural manner that appealed to him. She knew what was what, but she did not have the precocious, almost cynical ways of her urban peers. A life brought up in the country had moulded her in to a fine young woman with a level head. Andrew wondered if she was a virgin. He suspected she might be. In fact he was sure she was. As he pondered this, he drifted off to sleep. The next morning everyone was up early and breakfasted together in the kitchen. The muesli was from a local mill and was patently better than his usual cereal as a result. Outside it was sunny and dry, perfect in fact for a walk. After some poached eggs and toast, Andrew fetched his boots from the car and everyone got ready for the walk. 'By the way, Natalie is meeting us for the walk Andrew -- in fact here she is now.' Andrew looked up from tying his laces to see a teenage girl approaching, wearing black jogger bottoms and a short water proof coat. Natalie was not as tall as Danielle and had shortish mousy hair with dark brown highlights at the ends. She was pretty, but had a slightly mischievous, yet cute look about her. He could tell straight away she was not as pure as her blonde friend. 'Are we ready then? Oh hi Nat' called Karen. They set off together in the direction of the church. The ground was soft with the mild weather but not too muddy. They took a turn to the right and followed a large hedgerow. 'This is a really ancient hedge Andy', Danielle pointed out. 'See how many different species there are.' 'How old do you think?' Asked Andrew. 'Oh I guess this has been here since the Middle Ages at least!' 'That's old', said Karen. 'I know, the more species you have the older it is generally -- it's Eraldson's law of biodiversity.' 'Gosh you know you're stuff Danny', said Andrew. Danielle beamed proudly. 'I love botany and horticulture, there's so much to learn though.' 'Well stick at it my dear, I'm sure you'll realise your dream to run a nursery.' 'Do you think?' 'I know.' Danielle gave him the same shy glance that he had seen the night before. It was an enigmatic look. It confused him. They continued on the walk, following a river for a while and were lucky enough to shoo a Kingfisher from its post and saw the bright turquoise upperparts as it sped off upstream. There were a few remains of a Danish burial ground and there had been some archaeological works done there by Time Team. Danielle had been down to see some of the filming and had even spoken to Tony Robertson briefly. After a couple of miles they passed by a small village hall, which was doing teas and scones. 'Shall we go in?' Suggested Karen. 'Isn't it going to be full of grannies?' asked Nathalie. 'What's wrong with grannies?' Inquired Andrew. Nathalie shrugged her shoulders. She was clearly not as at home in the country as Danielle who had already gone inside. Karen followed with Andrew as Nathalie lagged behind. 'Grannies?' Asked Andrew. 'Nathalie is from Hull, her parents came here last year and she wants the city again. But she's great friends with Danny, they're really close and that's the only thing that's keeping her sane. 'Will she adjust?' 'Well she's 18 so she can do what she likes when she's finished college. I think she wants to go to Uni. with Danny, but you can't plan your life around another person. She's a good girl though.' 'Yeah she's super.' The quartet had their tea and scones and then followed the tracks back to the hamlet, where the girls said farewell for the day with a kiss and a hug Nathalie went home to the village. ****** It was later in the afternoon and the sun had gone down leaving a grey glow on the flat expanse of Lincolnshire. The phone rang and Karen picked it up and suddenly sounded a bit flustered. 'Oh but I've got a visitor can't it wait?' \---- 'Really?' \----- 'OK, well I'll get ready in a bit and come over.' She slammed the phone down. 'Bloody ell!' 'What is it Karen?' 'Oh my partner at the florists has just had a phonecall from one of the staff and she can't get in tomorrow, which means we wont be able to complete a very important order unless we both chip in and finish it off tonight. I'm sorry Andrew I'll have to go and do it, but you'll be OK wont you? I should be back for 10, sorry.' 'It's OK, I'll be fine, Danielle is great company.' Danielle was in her room but came out when her Mum had told her what had happened. A few minutes later Karen was off. 'Well that's unexpected', said Danielle. 'Mum's really keen on this business, they've been busy really and she can't afford to let anyone down.' 'I know, it's a competitive business.' 'Erm Andrew, I'm just going to take a shower, now you've had yours, I'll be back in a bit.' 'OK then I'll put the kettle on when you come back.' 'Ooh alright, good, we can have some of Mum's cookies.' Andrew switched on the TV but like most Sunday afternoons it was like watching paint dry. He always looked forward to The Antiques Roadshow, but that was about it, so he sat quietly for a while and thought what to do. Karen going out suddenly had created a bit of an anti-climax and he felt at a loose end. A little while later he heard a few doors banging at the back of the cottage; Danielle was out of the shower, so he put the kettle on. It took him longer than it might to make the drinks, as he didn't know where anything was in the kitchen. As he turned round, he noticed Danielle who had come down quietly. He did a double take as she was wearing a short Garfield night shirt that finished not that far below her waist. 'Oh Danielle, you surprised me. He nodded towards her night shirt 'Erm you look ready for bed.' She was clearly wearing no bra and her lovely uptilted breasts were jiggling beneath the nightwear. Her hair, which she had not properly dried fell around her shoulders in that slightly tangled, just washed way. Andrew was stunned. She looked amazing. Eighteen, fresh, innocent and amazing. She was almost too good to be true. Almost not real, but real she was and she stood there looking just about as delectable as any woman Andrew had ever lay his eyes on. 'Danny, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure your mother would be happy with you walking around in just your night shirt when I'm around. Danielle went rather coy and looked at Andrew imploringly. 'Why not?' 'Now you're not that naïve Danny, you know why not, I just wonder why you haven't got your dressing gown on.' 'Why do you think Andrew? Do you think I would be like this if my Mum was here?' 'That's a good question.' 'Do you like me like this?' 'It's not the point what I like. You are the daughter of my best friend and there are certain things that are a bit, well awkward.' 'Give me the coffee Andrew and we can sit down. I'm not the little girl you remember you know, I'm a woman now.' 'Yes, I know but I can't unremember the little girl. The sweet little girl who liked the horses and ran round the garden chasing her shadow. It's an issue for me Danielle. 'Don't let it be an issue Andy. That was then and now I've grown up. When I saw you yesterday I saw you through the eyes of a woman and I liked what I saw. What I was like when I was nine is irrelevant. Can you not just see me for how I am now?' 'Oh Danielle. If only I could find the words to express what a wonderful young woman you have turned into. You are pure poetry.' 'Thank you.' Danielle was sitting with her legs together and had pulled her night shirt across her thighs a little too hide her modesty. 'Do you know what I'm wearing under this Andrew?' Andrew closed his eyes. He could smell the sweetness of her body mingling with the delicate scent of the soap as she sat next to him on the sofa. Andrew didn't speak but shook his head. Danielle stood up. 'It's OK, there's no need to guess.' 'Danny please!' Andrew was startled, he didn't know how to control the situation. He had to treat it sensitively without upsetting his young friend. She sat down again and held Andrew's hand and looked him in the eyes with the purity of spirit, which her young heart possessed. 'Andy, I want you to be my first lover, will you take me tonight -- here? I don't ask you this for any reason but that it feels right. I have waited too long. I don't want to date some stupid jerk from college and get fumbled and hurt. I've heard about the first time and I want my first time to be beautiful. And I can't think of any more beautiful way than with my old friend Andrew. 'I don't know what to say Danny, though I'm really flattered and heart-warmed by you feeling this way. I admit I find you very attractive, but you're still my little friend in a way; I'm not sure I can get past that.' 'Andy, you were always good to me. I remember lots of the little things from when I was young. I remember the daisy chain you made me in the paddocks and I remember you hugging me when I dropped my ice cream. You were good to Danielle the little girl, now can't you be good to Danielle the woman, please?' Andrew felt incredibly moved at these words. He could feel himself trembling and was now torn apart. For the first time he did not relish being enticed by an eighteen year old. Any man would normally jump at the chance. But this was his best friend's daughter, someone who he had almost watch grow up. Danielle stood up again. 'Let me think Danny.' Danielle just shook her head and with a heart melting look on her face, she took the hem of her night-shirt and lifted it up over her head. She was wearing nothing underneath. Andrew looked at her and drank in her beauty like he was looking at a Solar Eclipse. But unlike the star, this vision began to make him get hard. 'Oh Danielle. You are. You are just... I'm lost for words my dear. There is no word that can do justice to how you look.' She stood completely naked before him. Her breasts were perfect. Beautiful perky tits with naturally erect, candy pink nipples. She had a toned stomach and smooth, shapely, slim legs. Nestling at the top of them was a triangle of neat blonde hairs, which just partially hid her rosy slit. Andrew's dick was unfurling gradually in his boxers. He looked at her and thought hard about what she had said. The thought of some prat from college having his way with her sickened him. She was beautiful and sexy, but pure. She was ripe. He knew what he had to do and he couldn't let her down. 'If you really want me my dear, then I would consider it an honour to make love to you tonight.' Andrew stood up and unbuttoned his cords. His cock was hardening all the time as he looked upon her glorious breasts. He knelt on the settee and stroked her belly softly and then cupped her breasts in his hands. He stood up and kissed her gently on the lips. He felt an almost electrical spark between them. Every part of her body seemed hot. He began to drool as he looked at her succulent young breasts. As he put his lips around her nipple he felt his cock become fully hard. Then he gradually eased her on to the sofa and kissed her on the neck and with his left hand felt her pussy. It was like a furnace and he could smell the musky scent from her love pot. 'Lie back. Just relax as much as you can my darling.' She put her hand round his neck and pulled him close, kissing him passionately. Then he planted gentle kisses all over her body, working his way from her lips down to her toes. He could feel her body trembling slightly under his touch and he carefully moved close to her on the sofa, carefully massaging her labia with his index finger. 'Oh Andrew be gentle, please be gent.. ooooh....ow.' Andrew eased himself in as gently as possible. Her years of horse riding had stretched her hymen to finest gossamer and in a few seconds he had made her a complete woman. Andrew whispered in her ears, 'That's it baby relax, it's OK.' She pulled him towards her as he went in further. Ever so slowly and with total finesse, Andrew took her virginity. 'Aaah Danielle, oh my darling, oh baby, you're beautiful. Andrew was now fully aware of her tightness and it felt wonderful. He had never done this before. Danielle spoke in a slightly gasping whisper. 'Hmmmm Andrew, oh yes, that's nice. It hurts a little bit but it feels wonderful as well.' 'Ok baby, just keep that position and I'll go just a little deeper, is that OK?' 'Mmmmmmm, oooooh yes.' She was so tight, he didn't need to go any quicker and he felt his orgasm build up quickly and deliciously. He continued at the same pace for a minute longer until he could hold on no more. 'Oh Danny, oh my baby I love you, oh my darling. Yes, yes, YES!!! Andrew pulled out at the last second and a jet of semen sprayed across her belly, followed by another load, which splashed over her legs. She lay with her eyes closed and wiped his juice over her belly and breasts. Andrew lay next to her and kissed her tenderly. 'Was that OK my darling?' 'Hmmmm yes thankyou it was wonderful. Better than I expected.' 'Well, it gets better baby, much better.' Danielle remained prone on the sofa with her eyes closed. 'You said you loved me Andrew.' 'I did. It was at the height of passion but... well I am very, very fond of you.' 'Thank you, I think you're great too. Kiss me again please.' It was gone 11pm when Karen came in and Danielle and Andrew had gone to bed. Andrew lay a awake for ages, thinking about the evening. It didn't feel real. There was a dream-like feeling to the whole weekend now. It made Andrew feel odd but he felt no feelings of regret. He was aware that Karen would be horrified if she knew. She would go ballistic -- throw him out. She could be very fiery when she wanted; she always could be right from school. No, there's no way she could find out. He was sure Danielle would play it cool and not give anything away. She was clever. Danielle drifted to sleep thinking of Andrew. She felt so close to him now. She felt like their souls had bonded that evening. She had gone a good two, maybe three years longer than anyone she knew, but at least she could look back on her first time with fondness. So many girls had spoke of how painful it was. Only Natalie her best friend knew she was a virgin. How would she tell her? She couldn't tell her who had done it. Maybe she wouldn't say anything for a while and make up a holiday romance or something. Danielle went to sleep feeling warm and happy. She craved to have Andrew by her side. She wanted him to hold her tight. The next morning was Bank Holiday Monday and Andrew was up early and took a wander along the track at the bottom of the garden and followed the little brook for half a mile. It worked up an appetite and helped him clear his head. He was worried that he would look guilty and that Karen might suspect something. 'Morning Andrew', said Karen as he wandered back into the kitchen. 'I'm so sorry for last night, it took longer than we expected. Gill can cope today though now we've done it.' 'It's OK my dear, don't worry.' 'Did you and Danielle entertain each other.' 'Erm yes, it was OK we watched TV and chatted about old times. She's such a wonderful young woman Karen, you've done so well on your own. You have every right to feel very proud of her.' 'Thank you Andrew, I cherish her and can't bare to think of the day she goes to Uni., I'll miss having her around, but I guess I'll cope. She's a very innocent girl Andrew. Despite her charms, she's very level headed and wants to wait for the right man; I respect her for that. I know she's a woman but she'll always be my baby. I hope she finds a caring man at university, someone who will treat her well.' Andrew cleared his throat. 'Erm yes, I'm sure she'll be fine. I agree I hope she finds a good guy. I don't think you need worry.' Danielle came down for breakfast and was singing 'Like a virgin' by Madonna. 'That's an old one', commented Karen. 'Oh er yes, it was on the radio at Nat's the other day, now I can't get it out of my head, you know how it is.' 'Oh yeah, happens to me all the time', Andrew interjected. Andrew was a little worried by this unfortunate choice of jingle, but Danielle was fine. Karen did notice that she seemed a little bubbly, even by her own exuberant standards, but just put it down to the extra day's holiday. 'Thank you for having me this weekend', said Andrew over his toast. 'It's been really smashing, just like old times.' 'It has', agreed Karen, 'Really good. A really old fashioned, innocent weekend. Doesn't it make you feel happy that there are still people like us who can have good clean fun, with all the stuff that goes on.' Danielle spluttered in her tea slightly. 'Are you OK darling?' Asked Karen. Danielle coughed. 'Yes, it's OK, a bit went down the wrong way that's all.' |
I am a bachelor. I must confess, that is an inauspicious note upon which to begin but it is a fact that continues to permeate through my life no matter what actions I take to circumvent it. I was born into this world with the love of two parents and subsequently the regard of a few close friends—but that is all. Not to say I have never been in love. Quite to the contrary—I fall in love everyday. This is my curse. I love women but due to some disagreeable and unintelligible circumstance that I wish I could control, they do not seem to love me. I'm assured that the reasons are not of any physical or emotional impairment on my part. I am often told I am handsome and amiable but... You see, I can't even finish the sentence. Nobody can. It is always "Roger, you're quite charming, but..." and then the sentence tapers off into silence and the woman speaking commences to fidgeting and doing her best not to look me straight in the eyes. They cannot, for some reason, ever bring themselves to love me. It is bothersome to the extreme. I often feel an immense pain whenever the moment inevitably comes that I am given the brush off. Some of the women have cried, others were very reserved. I most assuredly have held back tears on more occasions than any person should ever have to do so. It is because of this fault that I resolved myself some time ago to giving up the retched pursuit of my own happiness. All the relationships I've had ended on amiable terms. I never had a woman throw things at me or shout. Of course, I think many of the women I've had affairs with would be quick to say in my defense that I'm not the type to give them cause to be upset or violent. On the contrary, they would attest that I am simply "the nicest guy." Adjectives such as unassuming and intelligent would come up, phrases like well spoken and mild mannered...I suppose some would say I'm caring and compassionate. I've always tried and succeeded at being all these things to people. If I've ever met somebody who took an immediate dislike to me it was because I have an air of condescension to my demeanor. My friend Hugo says it's what he finds most charming about me. I'm a know-it- all and sometimes a slight snob. "Never to the point of being hateful," he assures, I'm just "hard to shut up." I don't know exactly how it all began. I suppose it was just a dare I made myself. An experiment of a sort intended to pass the time and satisfy curiosity. I can't take credit for the idea; that honor passes entirely to Hugo. I'll admit he intended it as a joke when he came up with it but... Well, the lonely and miserable become rather deranged and desperate when given the proper push. We were in a bar, off Lexington, when he picked up the pitcher of beer and poured himself a second mug, smiling at me as I watched a group of office workers at a far booth. One of them was a slim red-haired girl with an abnormally large smile I found rather attractive. "You wanna hear something?" I turned back to him. "What?" "You wanna know how you get a girl like that to talk to you?" "Money, lots of it." Hugo giggled. He liked it when I told jokes, even when I didn't tell them he laughed at them. "No, man, no," he said, through his giggle fit. "That works okay though. Good guess. But I mean actual talkin' talkin'." "If I let you tell me will you go let me go back to staring at the pretty red- head?" Hugo looked down the bar and ferreted her out from the small crowd. "She's okay. But listen to me. I'm imparting a serious bit of information." "Okay. How do I get women to talk to me?" "Get hitched and women will talk to you all the time. It's a synch. I used to walk into bars all the time, remember? I'd maybe pick up a girl once in a while if I was lucky, but then I met Jackie and I got married. Now..." He held up his ring finger to show off the little silver band he'd been wearing for the past three years. "...I go out by myself I get talked to all the time." "Is this your way of telling me that you're cheating on your wife?" Hugo sniggered. "I'm just saying that they talk to me now. And do you know why?" "No. Why?" "'Cause they know I wont turn into one of those obsessed needy stalkers if I decided to actually carry on with them. Let's face it, Roger, women today don't really want relationships. They want to carry on with no strings attached. A lot of them hold off on getting into anything serious until it's absolutely last call." "Last call?" "You know, for kids. Look at Jackie and me. She went through college and had herself set up as a clothing designer long before she met me. Now we're married and fucking all the time. I mean, it's gotten so that all she has to say to me is 'Hugo, I'm ovulating' and I'm on her like butter on toast." "Hugo, I'm ovulating?" "Sexiest come on she's got these days." "You've been reduced to a Pavlov experiment, is that what you're saying?" "Pavlov?" "Russian guy... Never mind." I bought the ring from a little store on Lafayette Street. I figured nine bucks at discount is a fare price to pay for some decent entertainment. A part of me did recognize it was a little perverted and odd, but most fun things I do are these days. Some guys jump off bridges or out of airplanes. People pay hundreds of dollars to pilots to fly them as close to the eye of a hurricane as is possible. That millionaire, what's his name, that one with the $500,000 car-boat who owns his own island in the south Pacific, he's always blowing obscene amounts on stupidity. Anyway, it was all a gag in the beginning. I made up a name for her. I called her Jo, short for Josephine not Joanne. I even wrote a post card in feminine handwriting, addressed it to myself from London, and forged the postmark. It was a week before someone noticed, a girl in a bar. "Waiting for your wife?" "No, just having a few after work." She was youngish, about 23. The bartender asked her for her order she looked around and then at me. "What you drinking?" "Porter." She ordered the same and took out a cigarette. With a careful pause, she seemed to want me to light it for her. I took a match from the bar and did so. "You look married," she said after releasing some smoke out the side of her mouth. "Do I?" "I mean you have this air of, I don't know, being older. How old are you, by the way?" "29." "See, and I bet you've been married a while, huh." "A few years." "I'm Kris, by the way, spelled with a K. What's your name?" "Roger, spelled with an R." And that was it, we were talking. It was easy after that, she told me about her boyfriends, her pets, her parents, asked me what kind of books I liked to read, and at the end I bought her a drink and she asked me if I liked Bartok. "Love him," I said, signaling the bartender. "You don't. Nobody ever knows who I'm talking about." "Bela Bartok. He's a Hungarian composer. My mother had some of his records when I was growing up." "You're shitting me. You know classical?" "I know stuff I like." And we were off again. I asked her if she'd mind sharing a pitcher of New Castle and she accepted. Twenty minutes later she'd listed every composer she could think of, getting my yay or nay on them. Mahler... Yey, Shostakovich... Yey, Shubert...Yey, Puccini... Nay, Bach... Nay, Beethoven... Yay, Brahms... Nay, Bruckner... Nay, Verdi... Nay, Mozart... "Last call!" "Oh shoot," She checked her watch and then looked at me. "You kept me talking all night, you wicked man." "Sorry." She was standing up now, with some difficulty. "Now it's going to be hell to get a cab." "I can call one for you." She looked at me, the way drunken women look at drunken men. "You could offer to drive me, you know." I shook my head. "Not in my state, Miss." "See, you do act married. You called me Miss. Only little boys and married men ever call me Miss." "Would you prefer I called you something else?" She leaned in. "Where is your wife, Roger?" "Away." "Business?" "Sort of." "Is she handsomely pale?" "Breakfast at Tiffany's?" She playfully hit my shoulder. "She makes you watch old movies, then?" "Nope, found that one on my own. And as per your original question, Miss Kris, I only marry the pretty ones." This brought on a fit of giggles. Not stupid giggles but close, inebriated. We stood then on the lip of the great precipice. I could tell she was weighing something in her mind and it was right then that the bartender handed us our coats and I helped her into hers before shrugging into mine. "Why are the charming men always taken?" She swayed a bit and I caught her, putting my hand at the small of her back to steady. "Do you always ask such random questions?" We continued on until she pointed out her apartment door. After I took the key and unlocked it for her she turned around and kissed me. It was easy. What? So, I lied. Millions of men lie to millions of women every day. She says "I'm a vegetarian," and he says "Ditto, bring on the tofu." She asks, "Am I prettier than your last girlfriend," he responds, without hesitation "No contest, you win in every category, including the wet tee-shirt contest." It's all a part of keeping people happy. One lies to avoid the painful reality, to facilitate the wonderful fantasy... to keep oneself in supply of nookie. And, when you think about it, I actually did the girl a favor. What if she'd gone out and found a man who was actually married and then slept with him? See my point? Anyway, I thought about asking for her number before I left the next morning, but I didn't. Drunken tumbles are one thing but a full on affair? I wouldn't be able to pull that off to save Nietzsche from going insane. Besides, married men don't give out phone numbers, I shouldn't think. They'd be worried of the mistress phoning and the wife answering. True, I didn't have said wife but if I gave the number to the girl it would be out of character and she would probably have grown suspicious... I left her a note saying thanks and that she was a lovely girl. The ring stayed on the finger and three nights later I bumped into another very attractive girl. She put the sushi on the table. "Eating alone?" "Yeah." She did that quick glance women do. Left hand, third finger, "yep, he's married." "She out of town?" "For a few days. She's an international trade consultant." "What do you do?" "I'm an adult film star." She snickered. "Really?" "No, haven't got the tattoos for it. Actually, I'm a theatrical agent." She looked over her shoulder and then sat down across from me. "When's your wife get back?" "I'm on my own for three whole days." "Gets back Saturday, then?" I read her nametag and smiled, "If Saturday is three days from today, Fran." She looked at her name tag and smiled. "Sorry, I sat down without asking, didn't I?" "It's alright," I said. "I like the company." "Its ruff when they're gone, isn't it?" "Huh? "Especially so early on, I mean." "Early on?" "I can tell you haven't been married long. Me, I've only been at it a few years now." "Ah," I took the hint and looked down at her left hand, third finger. It was small and silver and had a modest little stone in it. "Do the two of you have a place in the neighborhood?" "I..." "The reason I ask is, Vince and I, we just moved here last month from Boston and we haven't had a lot of time to meet some new friends, you know?" "I..." "We're having a barbeque at our place. We're inviting as many people as we can. Well, I take that back. We're inviting most of the people in our building and as many people that we come across that rub us the right way, you know?" "Um, yeah." "It's just, you seemed kind of lonely and you say your wife gets back the exact day were having our thing. It's kismet." "Karma." She was already writing down the address. "It's off-off Third Avenue, just north of west 38th Street. We just put our name on the buzzer last week. I swear we are not crazy." And that was when her manager called out to her. She thrust the address at me and was gone with a smile back in my direction. Shit. I blame Hugo. Of course I planned not to go. But then, as I was preparing to leave, I realized I had no cash and I was forced to pay with my credit card. She had my name and she could hunt me down with her husband in tow and have me disemboweled, drawn and quartered. Damn it, Hugo! Perhaps it was compulsion; I don't know. Deep down, I may be sick; my judgment skewed by too much time spent in an empty apartment looking through old photographs of myself with that girl I knew in college, or that one I met at the coffee store, or that one who was the actress who lived with me for almost a year. I've seen in movies where people have a fire in their grate and spend the evening burning such photos while drinking wine an toasting the bright and sunny future. Monumentally brave of them and cowardly of me not to follow suit with their Hollywood stereotype closure sessions. I wish I could burn them but they are my memories and despite all the tears they bring on they remind me of the happy moments as well. Kisses on the subway, summer days in the park, trips to rock canyons and log cabins... I suppose you'll think its stuff to soft and mushy for a man to reminisce over. They are fragments of heavenly contentment though. Cream colored arms draped over my chest in the soft light from the window next to the bed, whispered lines from books spoken into clean smelling long hair; all moments I'd expect to piece together in a montage of happiness, obscuring all the disappointments. Anybody can guess at any number of reasons why I hopped the subway out to Greenwich Village and the wonderful "couples only" barbeque. Maybe it was because the waitress woman had been so pretty, maybe it was because I just couldn't give up the lie. Not showing up, to me, seemed like a confession that I didn't in fact have a wife. So what if I didn't have a wife? That wasn't my fault, per say. I'd had tons of women I wanted to marry and I'd even proposed twice or three times. I'm rambling, aren't I? Story: I knocked upon the red apartment door with light but persistent knocks and was admitted posthaste. I presented my hostess with the bottle of 73' Bollinger I'd picked up from a very nice little boutique on 5th Avenue. She took my light summer jacket, hung it up, and then we hugged like old friends. "Fran!" "Roger!" Ha, so she had read my name from the credit card. "Sorry I'm late, the subway was murder." "Late? You're ten minutes early." "Am I? Shit, I'll go back outside and wait if you like. It's no trouble." My joke brought a slight laugh to her face; very gratifying. "Where is your wife?" "Oh, damn it, she's still in London. Turns out she was at the gate, boarding pass in hand, when her mobile rang and poof. Now she's back in the financial district until God-only-knows-when. I love her dearly, but she's a power woman with her priorities," I sighed. "You know, secretly I think she made up the delay just to torture me." "Don't all women like to torture their men?" He was a tall and quite goofy looking man. I must admit I was rather disappointed. Fran was a picture, Botticelli on roller-skates; I'd expected her to be paired with a Cary Grant of the new millennium. But he wasn't Cary Grant at all. He was gangly and looked sickly, with pasty pale skin and hair that was falling out in patches. Hell, he was 30 and already balding from the back, the poor ugly idiot. "Roger, this is my husband Vince." "Vince, nice to put a face to a name." "Likewise, Roger. My wife tells me you like eel-rolls." "Only the spicy kind," I smiled as I shook his hand (didn't mean either the smile or the handshake, but he thought I did). He was dressed in a very unfashionable blue Henley shirt that was only half buttoned. A tuft of hair stuck out from the collar. Over his faded and ripped jeans he wore a blue-and-white-striped apron with something or other tattooed across it in French. I didn't like Vince. "Well, you two get acquainted while I go and put this on ice. Vince, wasn't this nice of Roger? It's imported." It's imported. What a sense of humor. She left me standing with her husband in the entrance hall while she walked off with the bottle of R.D. "So Fran tells me you're in show business." "I was until a few months ago. Now I'm on a bit of a sabbatical." "Writing a play?" "No, but now that you mention it, I could. I even have a title in mind." "Oh?" I lifted my hand and wrote the imaginary marquee in grand neon across the air of his front living room. "How much I'd love to kill you, sir." "Sounds like a comedy." I'll admit that one made me laugh. In all there were three couples not including myself and my absent and ultimately imaginary wife; Vince and Fran, Harry and Evelyn, Doreen and Grant. I disliked Grant most of all. He was an actor. Actors are the worst part of theatre. "So Roger, any calls coming up that would suit me?" "I wouldn't know, Grant. I've been out of commission for a few months." "I've been in a slew of revivals." "I'm sure you have." "You're more off Broadway, right?" Fran came to the rescue. "No business at the table, boys. Vince and Harry might feel left out." "What is it you do, Harry?" I asked. "Finance." I nodded, apt to hear more, but Harry just chewed his salad and seemed to stare at something invisible just to the left of the table's centerpiece. Evelyn smiled at me and shrugged an apology. "He's with Bagley, one of the many up on Wall Street that nobody knows about but who make the world go round. "Oh, then he might know Roger's wife. She's in," Fran lay down her fork and put her fingers to her temples. "Now don't tell me, Roger. It's something like 'International finance,' right?" "International trade relations. Her name is Josephine Angell." "Harry... Harry! They're asking if you know Roger's wife." Harry looked up and I repeated the name for him. he shook his head. "Nope, never heard of her," Harry wiped a bit of ranch dressing from his chin and then went back to munching like a giraffe. "It's really a shame she couldn't be here tonight," Evelyn gave her best attempt at an apologetic look before letting her true animation shine through. "Still it must be grand for her to travel all around. I've always wanted to see London." "It is lovely when the fog is slight and you can see things," I said. "Are you from there, Roger?" I cocked my head toward Doreen, the frumpiest of the three wives who had managed to say very little besides 'Hello' and something like 'Blah blah animosity in the White House'. I measured my surprise. "Why? Do I sound British?" "It's just every time you say something it's like you're quoting a book or something." "I don't read a lot of books. I haven't the time." "Still, you sound very nice; your speech, I mean. Almost English at times. Don't you think, Fran?" "He's just overly educated. Right, Roger?" "Mom and Dad didn't skimp on the Plato and Socrates, sadly." And dinner went on. The women asked me questions and I answered them. We talked about politics and the weather and music. They all seemed to like everything but classical. Doreen liked Jazz, so I took a bit of a liking to her toward the end of the conversation. We riffed a bit on Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Count Basie, Davis, Mingus and Wynton Marsalis. We talked while all the husbands ate chicken. They didn't seem too keen on anything but finishing dinner so that they could retire to some room of the house to watch football. I helped clear the plates afterward and then went into the living room and played Boggle™ helping the girls finish off the champagne. Nobody seemed moved to comment upon its expensiveness or its quality. I thought it was quite good. After the final scores were tallied and the game was over the other couples left two by two until only I was left standing in the entrance hall. I was shrugging on my jacket and trying not to be too obvious about looking at Fran's breasts as she helped me into it. Vince could be heard in the den watching the post-game show. "I really wish I could help you clean up," I said. "I hate to think of you doing my dirty dishes." "Oh, some time we'll all come over to your place and you'll have to clean up after all of us. That's how it works." She smiled as she tucked the tag of my jacket into the collar at the back of my neck. "You will come and see us again, won't you, Roger? We're going to try and make this a monthly thing, you know. We all get together and talk about the trials and tribulations of being Manhattan couples." I stared at her. "Or, I guess I should say that the husbands will drink beer and watch the game while the wives talk about the trials and tribulations of being Manhattan couples." "I don't much care for sports." "Well, you'll be allowed to join us girls then, won't you?" "And play Boggle™?" "Or Pictionary™." We both chuckled. "I'm really sorry Joanne couldn't make it." "Oh, I'm secretly glad. She sounds like she'd have been a bit of a bore. I hate business people." "Harry is 'business people.'" "Yes, and you saw how well he managed to do. Six whole words!" We stood silent for a moment before I squeezed her hand and left. My apartment is very big and I don't like it. Big equates empty to the nth degree when you're single. Even when the lights are on there are too many shadows. Not enough sounds other than the odious rumble of the furnace. Maybe I should get a smaller place? But, still it's good for entertaining. Cocktail parties, cast parties, social masturbation where I make sure all the right people get laid. Those who can't do teach, right? I walk over to the coat closet and put away my jacket. Then in the kitchen I put the little paper plate wrapped in tin-foil on the top shelf of the refrigerator. "Music." The stereo sputters a bit and then starts to play Mahler's 5th symphony in C sharp minor. A very prolific piece; Imagine Hell and Heaven playing a game of war with the whole thing set to very sad music. The depression is setting in. It's a side-affect of the medication. Just a shower and then you'll have to go to bed. I want to sleep but I don't want to go to bed. The barbeque was nice, the people were nice, and the night was overall a good one. Now it would turn into something ugly as all nights do these days. I walk to the bathroom and strip. In the mirror I shave away some tension and try not to notice the movement behind me. I know it isn't real. It never has been. I must have torn my place apart a dozen times looking for the little rodents and make-believe things I see scurrying into cabinets and under couches. I'm half-done with my face when the buzzer rings. "Who is it?" "Roger, it's Fran." I let my finger hover over the button on the call box a moment before I pressed it. "How did you know where I live?" "Phonebook, goofy." "Oh," that was logical. "Come on up. I was just about to step into the shower, but I'll be decent by the time you make it up. I'm on 27." I decide on gray slacks and a black silk shirt. No shoes. Very unassuming but sexy, I think. "Wine?" "I'm sorry to burst in on you." "Did I forget something at your place?" "No." I pour two glasses of some decent red stuff. "I just..." She stopped and tilted her head slightly to the right. "I felt like I wanted to talk to you some more." "Really? I'm flattered." "I know it's late..." "I got nothing I'd rather do than keep from going to sleep." I turn to find her standing right in front of me, her lips close enough to kiss. Then I feel the shooting pain and I fall to the floor. I scream in pain as she pulls the trigger on the taser gun again so another shock runs through me. "You're not married, are you!" It is not a question, but a statement. She's figured it out. "What are you talking about?" "You're buzzer downstairs says Roger Angell. It doesn't mention your wife at all." "I..." "And also, tonight, I noticed you talked about your wife's name being Josephine and then why you left you said you were sorry Joanne hadn't come..." After this final jolt of pain I nearly pass out. When I come to my senses I look down to see that I've wet myself. I open my shirt to see the red burns from where the clamps caught me. "He has cancer, you know." I look up at her. "Huh?" "Vince. He has Leukemia; he's had it since a year after I met him. That's why we came to New York, so he could be near a specialist." "What?" I try to get up but she pulls the trigger agains and my arms and legs jump back to the painful rigidity of the fetal position. She leaves. Out the door before I finish the spasms. I eventually regain my composure, though there are still burn marks on my chest where the electrodes sunk in. There are two small holes charred in the shirt -- it is ruined. I lurch to the bathroom and strip. In the mirror I examine the damages before taking stock of myself. Maybe the ring thing is a bad idea? I look down at it -- the little silver glint feeling almost natural on my finger after only a couple of weeks. Then I think back over the dinner. Harry and Evelyn, the other two, what where there names? And finally Fran and her sick and dying husband. He'd been very polite actually. As I turn on the shower and strip out of my trousers I can't help but think the whole thing was rather eventful and fun, to say the least. The cold water causes the burns to flare up a bit with pain but then the pain turns dull and tingles through my chest. Men go through several emotional phases after a traumatic experience with the opposite sex. Whether he has been dumped, or stood up, or tasered, he moves into a sort of recovery ritual. The length of the phases may very depending on the man. But generally there is a phase of denial and non-acceptance, a phase during which the woman in question receives several unwanted telephone messages riddled with promises of change and maturity if only she will come back. This phase can last anywhere from a mater of days to a mater of months. Granted, after a few months of changed phone numbers, restraining orders, threats from her new boyfriend... This phase passes or (in some cases) results in violence. The violence is the turning point into the phase of anger. The level of anger and its focuses are variable. One man may chose to hate himself, another may choose to hate his girlfriend, the most intelligent men develop a raw festering passionate dislike for all humanity and spurn the very concepts of human contact and congenial interaction. Such intellectuals are overloaded nuclear reactors of anger causing lesions and radiation sickness in others. Their friends avoid them for fear of psychological maledictions. This period lasts anywhere from a mater of days to a matter of decades; depending on the length and depth of the emotional abyss that needs to be filled by pain and loathing. Such anger has lead to mass genocide, homicide, suicide, and has been known to cause the odd industrial "accident." Eventually the anger abates with the onset of the addictive phase. Men take up unhealthy pastimes or vises in order to numb themselves against the pain. Some men drink, others gamble. A great many of them go out on a quest to find as many women in the world who look exactly like their now ex-girlfriend and they fuck and suck themselves silly out of vengeance and pride (secretly crying in the darkness of the seedy motel rooms all the dirty dirty while). Close to the end comes the analytical phase, where a man begins to think harsh utilitarian thoughts about his own sexuality and emotive processes. For example he begins to ponder his sex's inferiority to the fairer. To him everything seems deficient when held up to the female. Her form is better, her judgments less often questionable. Even her orgasm... Not just physically but emotionally, the female orgasm is better and he knows it, because he has seen it and heard it and smelled it and tasted it. He knows that for her, the orgasm is rapture, a gift. Like receiving flowers and jewelry from a lover, or in the instance of self-service a vision sent from God on high as if in answer to prayer conducted with soft gasps and half closed eyelids. In the shower, on a bicycle, in the bedroom with the aid of a small electrical talisman, she asks for and receives her gift from heaven with sighs and a smile and then she rolls onto her side, a wave of calm overtaking her, warmth and comfort enveloping her, the sheets seem to take on an extra softness and the light of the room shines at odd angles so that things that were not important beforehand are now transformed into significant ingredients to a perfect universe. There is a thank you, usually unspoken, and then a slow subtle glide into relaxing sleep. Men are much less smiled upon. The masculine orgasm comes from labor and suffering, it is a regulated thing—regulated so that it is timed to perfection because to come too soon is to mar the miraculous event that is the female counter part. If it comes too late, it is a sign of a sort of retardation, of uselessness. You are on the first hand too young and unseasoned for the battle and on the last hand too old and weak to be of aid to the cause. The actual ejaculation itself is like a wound. It comes quick and then after a flash it is gone, taking with it all sense of space and time. The victim is sucked into a black hole, a kind of dark underworld with nothing but sound waves carrying cruel laughter and tears of anguish. Light cannot escape it and fades to darkness and sound muffles. Nothing slows down, in an instant it is all gone and it is as if death has passed through the room reminding you of the time. Women, when they think about it, will probably realize how quiet their men are during the mechanics of love. When your man makes a noise of pleasure is it very far off from a cry of pain? Thus is male masturbation ultimately pathetic and sad. Instead of being a gift from heaven it is more or less a self-inflicted wound; a cut made as an assurance that one is still capable of feeling anything—even if it is fear and pain. It is like riding a roller coaster or base jumping from a bridge. Afterward there is no slow drift into sleep. There is a blackout, from which a man awakes feeling dirty and drained of his life's fluid. He is weak and no one mourns him, just like a soldier on a silent battlefield left to rot in the sunshine like bitter fruit. One thing is certain, of all the phases men enter and go through, acceptance is never an option. Old men die in their beds, surrounded by loving family members—each child and grandchild and great grandchild a testament to the success and beauty of a life well lived—and secretly, deep down inside, under years of age and time, there are still scars that sting when the wind blows just right. Scars that remind them, unto their last breath, that life and love can be ten times more evil than good in some spots. I stepped out of the shower feeling very much alone. At nearly one o'clock in the morning I wished there was someone to call. Hugo lives in what is referred to as a baronial mansion. He's one of those people who married a lot of money and then, fortunately, never did much after that. If you ask him though, he'll tell you he's an unpublished writer. Unpublishable, if you want to know the dire reality of the matter. Hugo chokes on his drink, he's laughing so hard. Other people don't pay him any mind. He's a kept man, not the really person important to laugh with. "You mean like a stun gun?" "Yes." "Open your shirt. I got to see this." "This is not the time or the place." "God sakes, Roger. You tell me a story like this and you expect me to believe it without proof." "You can't make this shit up." I see her coming before he does. "What has he got you laughing at now, dear?" Jackie is pretty in that I-wore- my-hair-in-a-ponytail-until-I-was-thirty-to-feel-closer-to- the-animals-I- love-so-much kind of way. She's cropped it shorter in the four years I've known her, but she still looks odd without $15,000 of horse underneath her. "Roger was tasered last night." "What?" "He's been pretending to be married and this woman... What was her name?" "Fran." "She figured out that he was a low down lying dog and she electrocuted him." "Pretending to be married?" I hold up my left ring-finger for her to see. "Eleven bucks at a pawn shop." "That's sick, Roger!" "I know," I said. "If it makes you feel better it wasn't my idea." "Oh no," Hugo ditched his drink on a passing try of champagne. "I never told you to buy a wedding ring and engage in fraud. What I said was that once a guy gets married women talk to him." Jackie's eyes went quizzical. "Are you saying you think your wedding ring helps you get girls?" "No, honey. I'm just saying I get approached, talked to..." "You're a moron," she turned her focus back to me. "And you should know better." "It was a nice theory. I thought it deserved a field test. So far I'm one and one." "You mean you actually slept with a woman under the false pretense that you were married? You're a pig." "I'm a desperate man. Desperate men make the best pigs. You see, dear, I know that Hugo got the last good woman there was and now I'm an empty shell with nothing but work to do from nine to five and time to kill." Jacqueline swished her jaw around a bit, a sign that she was digesting what I'd said. She was a woman who liked to tear things apart and analyze them before responding. "First, I have to say I'm flattered that you think I'm the last good woman, however, I know you, Roger. Compliments are your medium of artistic expression. What is really the issue here is that you feel you have to dawn a persona and play pretend to get into a woman's pants. That is what makes you the ultimate evil in the eyes of a woman." "Evil?" "Yes, evil. Why can't you just be yourself?" "I am myself, Jacqueline. "I just make it apparent that there is someone out there who thought the real me was worth more than just a first glance." "I..." "Spare me the home woven recycled psychology from your first semester in college. I know what I am..." "Don't get snippy." "Don't put me on the couch." "Why are you doing this, Roger?" "Doing what?" "Playing women like were some kind of game?" "Women are not a game. They're much too hard on the heart to be a game. Men kill themselves and others over women. Wars have been fought over women." "What war was ever fought over a woman?" "Ever read The Iliad?" She made a face that could launch a thousand ships. Jacqueline hated when I unsheathed the sword of literature. For a writers wife she was quite unnerved by high-minded talk about bundles of words written by dead white men thousands of years before her birth. "I still say it's wrong." "I don't disagree." Hugo had spent the whole time with a stupid grin on his face. I'm sure this was the reason I was his friend. I had arguments with his wife he was much too careful to have. I think secretly he loved watching his wife explode, if not entirely |
in a sadistic way. He waved down the nearest tray of champagne and plucked up three glasses. "Honey, just because something is morally reprehensible does not mean it is entirely wrong." "He's causing harm!" "And he got tasered, honey. It's eye for an eye." She looked at me again, vicious. "You deserve worse." "I go home every night to an empty apartment. Believe me—I'm punished beyond all articles of the Geneva Convention." Hugo lifted his glass in a mock cheer, "To the tortures of the bachelor, he never knows how good he had it 'til he's married." Jacqueline surprisingly lifted her glass to this toast, but added her own addendum, "And to the stupid husband who will be staying in one of the guest rooms tonight." Four years and you can tell they still love each other deeply. The late night movie is on the television. It's a thriller tonight, I don't really care though. I like the noise. Just as Grace Kelley answers the phone and the man jumps out from behind the curtain and tightens the stocking around her neck the buzzer sounds. My watch reads 2:45 a.m. "Do you know what time it is?" "Roger, can I come up?" It's Fran. I pause a moment and look at the speaker in dismay. Should I ask what she wants? I shake my head and press the button unlatching the door far below. I don't change. I just wait in the open door for the sound of the elevator arriving and her footsteps on the carpet of the hallway. She's in pajama bottoms and a too-large sweatshirt under her over-coat. Her face is blotched, red under the eyes. "Hi," I say. "I'm not going to taser you again," every word seems like a sniffle. "I deserve it." "I came to..." the sentence fades and she fidgets. I stand aside inviting her in. She walks tentatively, taking off her coat and dropping it over the counter. The sweatshirt is baggy, a dirty grey; it's a man's size and without asking I can guess what's happened. "What about the others?" "They were all his friends, not mine." She walks over to the couch and sits, wiping her eyes on the sleeves of his shirt. "I don't have many friends." I sit beside her, taking care to stay distant. "You're afraid of me?" Already the tears are welling faster in her eyes. In movies the man always tells the woman she's beautiful when she cries. I just couldn't say so with Fran. She looked pathetic. "I shouldn't have..." "You like Alfred Hitchcock?" Her face does a strange thing that reminds me of a person having a minor stroke. It's only a moment before I realize how random my question must seem. I point to the television. "There's an all night marathon. I was just going to sit and watch it I'm being weird aren't I? I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with grief. I'm such an asshole. You really shou..." She leans in and kisses me. Not romantically, or sexually. In fact, I can't describe the manor of the kiss. It tastes like tears and is very brief. When she leans back it is into the sitting position. Her eye's focus on the screen, on Grace Kelly swaying half dazed toward the bedroom after killing her would- be killer. I take the remote and take the film off of mute. The music is post violent crescendo, and as the scene dissolves into the next. I see a sense of calm come over her face. The tears are drying and she is snuggling up in the corner of the couch, her feet tucked up under her backside. "We can talk if you want," I say. She looks over at me and shakes her head then looks back to the film. I'm at a loss until she turns back, her lips parted to say something. "Do you have any popcorn?" My name is Gregory Karl Hinds. Friends call me G.K. I'm a six-foot-three, good-looking young black man living in the city of Boston. I attend Boston Metropolitan College ( also known as BMC ) on a student-athlete scholarship for football. It's a lot less fun than it sounds. To the casual observer, Boston Metropolitan College seems like a dream come true. That's only because they haven't lived there. Trust me, the place sucks. Big-time. When I first came along, it seemed like a dream given form. Boston Metropolitan College is an imposing institution. A large public school with thirty five thousand students. An athletic powerhouse offering full scholarships to student athletes who compete in men's baseball, women's softball, men's and women's basketball, men's and women's ice hockey, men's wrestling, women's field hockey, men's football, women's equestrian, women's rifle, men's pistol, women's water polo, men's track & field, women's cross country, men's and women's soccer, men's and women's gymnastics, men's and women's fencing, men's and women's volleyball and men's and women's swimming. The schools of the NCAA Division One are so rigid, especially when dealing with male student-athletes. They make us walk on eggshells out of political correctness. I'm just a poor guy from Brockton trying to get ahead in life. So, that's why I decided to violate school rules and get myself a J.O.B. The only place I found work was the budding amateur porn industry of Boston. I got hired by Crystal Parker, the CEO of Black Amateur Motion Pictures Inc. A tall, good-looking black woman in her early forties. She was a multi- millionaire and world-famous porn star and best-selling author who interviewed me personally. I had to show her what I got. I unzipped my pants and out came my cock. Ten inches long, quite thick and uncut. She was surprised by the sheer size of it. Even in the modern-day porn industry, a ten-inch dick is quite a sight to behold. It got me noticed but it's not what got me hired. A big dick doesn't guarantee you a job in the porn industry. It will get you in the door but whether you stay or not, that's the complicated part. I had to get myself an agent, and find myself some work. I got myself tested for every STD known to man, and my tests came back clean. I also did a full physical for just about everything else you could think of. Then the studio ran a background check on me, for security reasons. Believe it or not, the porn industry doesn't hire people with criminal records. I was clean and ready for work, and thus took the porn plunge. My first scene was in a movie titled Black Men Rock. The storyline involved three masked black male college athletes going around in a van, picking up young white women on the streets of the city and having sex with them in their dormitories. Typical interracial porn flick fan fare. Lots of sites on the Internet were doing the exact same thing. The studio took a big chance by putting an untested actor like me on this new movie. Lots of other black male porn performers wanted the part but they weren't right for it. I got the job because I looked the part and also happened to be well-endowed. Now I had to pass the acid test. Would I be able to perform on camera? Folks, I was very nervous. During my first scene, I worked with an Irish-American porn starlet named Monica O'Shea. She was six feet tall, busty, voluptuous and big-bottomed, with milky white skin and blonde-white hair. She looked really hot. I like big beautiful women. They're alright. Later, I learned that Monica was a relative newcomer to the industry. She could tell that I was nervous and told me to relax. I had to get over my nervousness and do it quick because the cameras were rolling. When you're watching a porn video, you never notice that there are lots of crew people around. A porn movie set is a busy place, folks. Lots of crewmen and crewwomen around, doing their thing. The camera people. The lights people. The sound crew. And of course, the director and his or her flunkies and assistants. Monica made me forget all that the moment she stripped before me. Hot damn, the woman had it all. She had a pretty face, big tits, wide hips and a big booty. Yes, white females got booty! The sight of her made my dick hard as hell. Monica smiled, then knelt before me. Man, I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, getting my dick sucked by a white woman on a porn movie set. Wow. Monica was quite the expert, folks. She took my cock in her mouth like a professional and sucked it good. She stroked my balls while sucking my dick. I closed my eyes and relaxed as the big-booty white mama worked her magic on this brother's pecker. Wow. And to think that earlier, I was in a politically correct classroom, being told what to do by some feminist teacher who was questioning my opinions before the entire class. And now I was getting paid to have my dick sucked by some woman. Is life funny or what? Monica sucked my dick until I came, then she drank my seed. Afterwards, I gave her oral sex. I've never gone down on a woman before. Monica guided me through it. I licked and fingered her pussy and she made all the appropriate noises and sounds. Yeah, women were really good at faking it but I wasn't faking any of it. I was into this, and I think it showed on camera. Afterwards, we took a ten-minute break during which I got myself a sandwich. Monica drank a sports shake and we talked about the scene while the crew people did their thing and the director berated his flunky about something in the script. Then the break was over and everyone went back to work. In the next part of the scene, I put Monica on all fours and spread her plump white butt cheeks wide open. I took some lube and smeared it all over my cock. I also applied it all over Monica's ass crack. I asked her if she was ready and she said yes. Houston, we have a go. Slowly, I pushed my cock into Monica's ass. Her ass felt really tight, even with the lube. This was my first time trying anything of the kind. None of the gals I knew at BMC would try anything like this. Monica was really into it. She screamed and begged me to fuck her harder and faster. I did exactly that. After all, that's what the scene called for. Still, I could tell when she was a bit uncomfortable. Seasoned porn starlet or not, taking ten inches of hard dick up her ass was not exactly easy. Monica was a team player, though. She worked with me and we got through it. I pumped my cock up her ass like it was nothing and she screamed in daylight like she was having the time of her life. Later, I found out that she was well-known in the adult film industry for being totally wild. Anal sex in interracial movies were a specialty of hers. Folks, I didn't think women like that existed. I was impressed. We rocked together. The crew and director congratulated us on a job well done, then we went over next week's shooting schedule After all was said and done, I picked up a check for nine hundred and eighty dollars and left the set. Monica was getting paid eleven hundred bucks for the scene. In the straight side of the adult film industry, women tend to make a bit more money than men. Men who worked in gay and bisexual films made more money than those working in the straight ones. Something to consider someday, I think. Whatever. All I cared about was my money. I was tired of being a broke-ass black student at a rich white school. I went right back to my dorm and showered before catching some Z's. You see, I had a class later that day. And I couldn't afford to skip it. And after class, I had football practice. BMC was taking on the Northeastern University football team next Friday and if we won, we'd take on the University of New Hampshire. When I returned to campus, I felt like a secret spy or something. Looking at all these prim and proper young men and women who acted like they were all that yet led such conventional and normal lives. I had crossed a threshold they didn't even know existed. I had gone from meek student and average football player to top- secret porn star. And nobody knew. I'm making out like a bandit, getting paid to do a job that most men would do for free if they could. Lucky me! As long as nobody finds out, I should be fine. Can you keep a secret? |
Just a small note, everyone in this story is over 18. *** The quote about how, "On some days nothing seems to happen or everything seems to happen," would really apply today, the second part, not the first. I had just moved to a new town, a fresh start after a particularly nasty divorce, a new job, a new house, and I was excited; however, today everything seemed to be going wrong. I needed to be in six places all at the same time; I had things to sign, approvals to be given, and connections to be made. I was getting them all done, but it was hectic and I was sure that I had forgotten a few things. I was finally on my way back to my new house, or the house that was new to me, it was in a nice quiet neighborhood. Stuck in traffic, I realized that I needed to find a washroom, I was okay for the moment, but I had been so busy that I hadn't bothered to stop anywhere and now the 2 or 3 coffees I had drunk during the day were pressuring my bladder to escape. Trying to think about something else, I considered how all of this happened. I had come home early one day, unexpected, and noticed my husband's car in the driveway. Thinking that I could surprise him, I crept into the house, not seeing him immediately, I heard some noises coming from the kitchen, and walked in and surprised him alright, him and my 48-year-old mother fucking, her bent naked over the table and him pounding her from behind. So, almost a year later, at age 29, I was finally starting over. The was divorce settled, so I pulled up stakes, and left the two of them behind. My sister said they were going to get married now the divorce was finalized; how fucked up was that, my former husband was going to be my step father - no thank you. I moved 1500 miles away and didn't care if I heard from them either of them again. I am an auditor with a large retail chain so transferring was not an issue, I took a month's holidays to move and get everything organized. I was on the second week and over the next few days, I would finish unpacking and start get started on a new life. Thinking about them just made me angry, but it did temporarily take my mind off my bladder... until now. Traffic was not moving, I could see flashing lights in the distance, "Great, an accident, I hope it doesn't cause me to have an accident," I said out of frustration to myself. Sitting there, I considered ways to get my social life active again after 9 years of marriage and more than a year "on the bench." I had kept in good shape, mainly through aerobics, and figured I wouldn't have any trouble finding someone to date. I was short, barely 5' 2" and 100 lbs, but I have been told I am very pretty and sexy in a miniature kind of way, with sexy legs, a nice ass, nice long blonde hair, and attractive in a "girl next door" kind of way with big green eyes. "God, I wish I had taken a minute at the bank and asked to use their washroom," I said to the steering wheel as the pressure in my bladder forced my attention back to my most pressing problem. Squirming in the seat to find a better position, I felt a few drops of pee escape into my panties. "This isn't going to be pretty, if I don't find a washroom soon," I thought. "This would be so much easier if I was a guy, they can just pee in a bottle, for a woman that isn't really an option," I thought out loud, as a few more drops squeezed out of me. A small dark circle, appeared on my light blue jeans, just below the impression of my pussy in my jeans, suddenly the drops become a trickle. Like a little kid, I grabbed my crotch, thinking I could hold the pee inside. Traffic was starting to move and preoccupied with not wetting my pants, I hadn't pulled ahead fast enough and the car behind me honked and startled me. The trickle burst through the dam and became a flood I couldn't stop. I could feel the wetness spreading between my thighs and running under my ass. I tried to stop the flow, but the dam was broken and I surprisingly found that the feeling was kind of nice, in a quite unexpected way. I supposed it was because it was because, "adults shouldn't have accidents," but I actually enjoyed the warmness and the wetness between my legs, like some rebellious kid. It was then I noticed that my nipples were actually protruding from my tank top in arousal. I took my fingers and gently rubbed my hard nipples through my top and bra and felt a strong urge to play with myself. Cars were all stopped again all around me and drivers and passengers were looking bored and gawking at everything, so I had to be discreet. I reached behind myself and managed to undo my bra, releasing my boobs. Leaving my bra in place, I put my hands up under the cups and held my tits between my fingers. I had to close my eyes for a second as I pinched and pulled on my nipples. Surprisingly, that little bit of self attention combined with the fact I had just peed my pants; caused a tiny tremor of a small orgasm in my body and a soft moan escaped my lips. My panties were soaked, my jeans were soaked, my car seat was a puddle of my warm pee and I was totally embarrassed. But I just had an orgasm because of it, how cool was that? I was approaching the accident scene and I fumbled and managed to re-attach my bra and was grateful that I didn't have to stop when I passed the policeman directing traffic. When I arrived at home, I was happy that no one was on the street as I got out of my car with my wet butt. I grabbed some papers and went into the house. Going directly to my washing machine, I stripped naked and put my pee-soaked clothes into the wash. Standing naked in my laundry room, I leaned back against the washer and played lightly with my nipples and slipped one finger into my pussy. Moving my fingers in and around my folds and tickling my clit, I imagined myself again peeing my pants and was surprised again by another orgasm. "How weird is that?" I said to myself and smiled. I walked naked to the bathroom and hopped in the shower, the hot water felt wonderful after a long day and as I toweled myself off, I heard the door knock. "Shit," I wrapped myself in a towel and ran to the door. My new neighbor, Rachel, was at the door, a divorced mom with two small boys, she was nice and had come to see me at least three times a day since I arrived. She looked like an attractive "soccer mom," very friendly, but always a little nervous around me. Opening the door, I said "Hello Rachel," and smiled. "I just wanted to see you," she said. "You just about got to see all of me," I laughed standing at the door wearing only a towel. She blushed a little and I noticed her eyes lingered on my body for a few extra seconds. "I can come back later, when you have some clothes on," she said nervously. I told it was okay and she came in. I invited to sit on the couch and I sat across from her. "I was wondering, if you wanted to go to the movies on Saturday night, I have a sitter for the boys and I thought I could show you around a little, if you weren't busy or had a date," she said. "Sure, it sounds like fun, you pick the movie," I said, "And as far as a boyfriend goes, I am not with anyone." She smiled, "Let's go to the early show, do you want to come to my place for 7 pm, and we'll take my car." Then she added, "I'll let you get dressed and I'll see you later." As I closed the door, I decided to hold off getting dressed because I wanted to check on-line for something. A few minutes later, I was sitting on my couch, with my laptop open, reading stories about men and women, who get off on peeing, I had no idea it was a "thing." There were lots of stores and pictures of young and old people, all engaged in what was called, "watersports." Looking at stories, images, and then some videos on a soft porn site for women, I was being educated on watersports. I unwrapped the towel and was sitting on it naked all the while I was on the computer, I played with myself, getting more and more turned on by the stories and the pictures. One story, in particular about a woman who liked to go for walks in her neighborhood and secretly wet herself was particularly hot. I then read one about a woman my age who liked to wear adult size diapers and then I read a dozen stories about ABDL's, I had no idea about this either. I guess I wasn't too weird after all. I looked outside and it was dark and I realized I had consumed 3 hours reading about these things. I had been playing with myself the entire time and my pussy was almost dripping. "Could I do that?" "Could I purposely go outside and pee in public?" "How about secretly wearing a diaper and peeing in it without anyone noticing?" "What if I got caught, what would people think about me?" The number of pictures, stories, and home movies absolutely floored me. While I had been doing this "research", I had finished off a bottle of nice red wine as well, and I was more than a little "buzzed." I decided to do a little experiment. I went to my bedroom and put on a loose pair of shorts, a hoodie with nothing else underneath, my baseball cap, and my old sneakers. I decided to walk around the block and try to pee. Walking onto the sidewalk, there were some lights on, but it was after 11 and most people were in bed. I approached the first corner and turned left. I wanted to pee but I couldn't pee walking for some reason and when I tried, I found I couldn't pee standing still either. Conditioning maybe? Walking around the next corner and seeing the street was empty; I tried to relax and that was a little better. I slid one hand into my shorts and felt my pussy, it was soaking wet, but not from pee, but with my own juices. I sucked on my fingers and enjoyed my scent and my taste. Just then I felt a few drops of pee escape and then stop again. Putting my fingers back into me, I licked them again, this time tasting a little bit of salty pee too. As I did this, more pee escaped in a trickle, soaking my shorts a little, but mostly running down my leg and dripping on the sidewalk. I put my hands under my hoodie and massaged my titties and the flood released, forming a small puddle on the ground between my legs. I slipped my fingers between my legs again and rubbed myself hard, the outer lips, the inner lips, and my little clitty. I came hard and almost had to sit down. Suddenly the headlights of a car appeared a couple of blocks away and I forced myself to start walking again and rounded the corner before the car passed. My breathing was still ragged and I couldn't believe I had done this. I almost ran to the last corner and then back to my house, worried that someone might see me; but no one appeared. Exhausted and more than a little drunk, I had another shower and slipped into bed, wearing only a tee-shirt that barely covered my ass. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. The next morning, I got up, felt hung over and started hunting for some Tylenol. I didn't have any. After having a little breakfast and doing my exercise routine with my head pounding, I decided that a trip to the drug store was necessary. I dragged my sorry body up and down the aisles looking for the pain relief, found a big bottle and started towards the checkout when I happened to notice a sale on adult size diapers. I had never thought about adult diapers before, but after last night, and reading all of the stories and then doing my little experiment. I decided that it might be safer for me for me to wear diapers. I would be less stressed, I thought, about getting caught, if I was going to continue to experiment with "watersports", to actually wear a diaper rather then leaving little puddles all over my neighborhood. They seemed to come in three sizes, just as I was looking, a clerk approached. "Do you need any help with the diapers?" Suddenly very self conscious. I was embarrassed and couldn't say anything. The older woman clerk, didn't seem to mind and said, "They come in three sizes based on your weight, how much do you weigh? "97 pounds." I said very quietly, I supposed I could have said they were for someone else, but I didn't. "97 pounds, the small size might even be too big for you sweetie, but you can try these Depends, they have tabs and they should be small enough that people won't know you are wearing them, do you want to try them?" I nodded, and she handed me a package that contained 22 of small diapers. She added before leaving to help another customer, "I would suggest that you get some baby wipes too, they work really well." Still embarrassed, I took her advice and with my bag of depends and some wipes, and I headed to the checkout. The young woman on the cash, smiled when she scanned my items, and said to, "Have fun with my purchase." I avoided eye contact and paid for my items and almost ran to the car. Returning home, I decided on having a shower before trying a diaper out. Looking down at myself in the shower, not having dated for quite a while, I realized I had kind of become overgrown a little. Using some scissors, I trimmed myself and then lathering up what was left, I shaved myself bare. Using my full-length mirror, I shaved the little hard to reach bits too. I had always liked being smooth before and I ran my fingers over my bare skin and shivered a little. Opening the package, I took one diaper out and unfolded it. I took a little baby powder and sprinkled it on myself and then sat on the diaper. Having never diapered anything in my life, it took a little trial and error. It felt weird but kind of neat, I decided not to put on a bra, but just a short tee shirt and some white socks. My tee stopped about an inch above my diaper and despite the bulkiness, it more or less fit like a big pair of panties. My nipples stuck out and were very noticeable through my tee and I played with them while I imagined peeing in my diaper. I could have done that all day, but I needed to get things organized. I started unpacking and before long I could feel the warmth between my legs and I realized I was peeing without even trying to. I slipped my hand into the diaper and could feel myself peeing. I had an orgasm on the spot and a very loud moan escaped from my mouth. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Just then the door knocked. Grabbing my robe, I rushed to the door, it was Rachel again. She laughed when I opened the door, "Don't you ever wear any clothes?" I smiled and hoped my robe covered my diaper; I could feel a little more pee escaping as I spoke to her. Before I could respond, she asked me, "How would you like to grab some dinner before we go to the movie, my sitter can come earlier, let's say at 5, that should give us lots of time before the movie?" "Sure, I'm really looking forward to going out, it's been a long time," I said, excited at the prospect of getting out of the house with another person. "Me too, I haven't had a night out in more than a year. I am really looking forward to talking to someone, like a normal person," she smiled as she said this, her eyes unconsciously checking me out. "Poor girl, I'll make sure you have a good time," I said, feeling a little flash of excitement. "Okay, I'll see you for dinner, thanks a lot, it's going to be fun having you live here, bye," and she was gone. Once, she left, I did more unpacking and organizing. I left the wet diaper on until lunch and wet it several more times, mostly without even thinking about it. I stopped before lunch and wondered just how much liquid the diaper would hold. I couldn't pee anymore, so I took a glass of water and poured it down the front of the diaper. I jumped, the water was cold, no leaks though. I did it again, but with a warm glass of water. I did it about 4 more times before the diaper was saturated. Taking it off, I washed myself up and put on a fresh diaper. I dressed, wearing my denim coveralls which were a little baggy, socks, a t-shirt, and put my hair in a pony tail. I thought I looked very cute and knowing I had a diaper on, only made me feel that much more excited. I ate some lunch and then went out and did my errands all over town. I worried that the diaper was too crinkly, but no one seemed noticed. No one noticed as I peed all over town either: at the book store checkout, at the gas station pumping gas, at the hardware store, and at Walmart. I also stopped to masturbate twice and each time had to stifle my moans while I made myself orgasm in remote parts of the parking lots of the hardware store and at Walmart. That night, I was into my fourth diaper while I watched TV and went to bed, this time wearing nothing but a diaper. "I could really get used to this," I thought as I laid on the bed. I fell asleep wondering if I should wear a diaper to go out tomorrow night with Rachel. In the morning, I woke up and realized I had peed several times during the night and my diaper was quite soggy. I worried a little that I might lose my ability to control my bladder if I kept wearing a diaper, but checking on- line, I saw that I was probably okay. I got up, changed into a fresh diaper and had some breakfast before doing my aerobic routine, wearing only the diaper. Afterwards, I showered, put on another diaper, my bra, some makeup, a loose pair of slacks, a nice blouse, and my 2-inch heels and drove to where my new job was going to be. Before leaving I stood in front the mirror, searching for the tell-tale puffiness that would reveal I was wearing a diaper but I could not see anything unusual, although I felt like everyone who looked at my ass would know that something was wrong with my butt. This morning I was supposed to go and do the paperwork for my new position. I was told that it would take about two hours. I had purposely not gone to the washroom that morning and by the time I got to the store, I was starting to notice the pressure building. I had a brief meeting my new boss, an older man who I had previously met during the transfer interviews, and then was taken to HR for all of the paperwork. Sitting filling out the forms, I felt a dribble of pee leak into the diaper. Concentrating on how that felt, more leaked out until eventually my bladder fully emptied. I couldn't believe how incredible and naughty it felt. I finished the paperwork shortly before lunch and went and did groceries, I could feel the diaper sagging a little under the weight of all of the pee, so I slipped into the washroom and replaced it will a dry one I had brought just for that reason. Because I was so small, I considered climbing onto the change table and changing myself, but decided to leave that thrill for another day. After getting home and putting the groceries away, I went and laid on my bed and played with myself some more, thinking about whether I should wear a diaper tonight or not. The orgasm I had thinking about wearing a diaper to the movies with Rachel clinched the deal, I would. Showering, and getting ready, I felt my excitement building, not only because of my experiments, but at the thought of going out with her. I wore a nice light summer dress, a necklace, my sandals, and my diaper. With a little makeup I thought I was ready. I walked over to Rachel's house and knocked on the door. Her sitter, turned out to be her mother and she was full of questions about me, my new job, and really was quite nice. When Rachel appeared, I almost didn't recognize her. Instead of the typical "soccer mom" look, she looked amazingly beautiful. Wearing nice tight blue jeans, I could see that she took care of herself, she was wearing a white t-shirt, nice boots and a scarf to accent her dark hair and soft features. She took my breath away and for the first time in a long time, I felt a little sexual tension, and surprisingly getting a little wet; the first time I had ever felt that way for a woman. "You look so amazing tonight," I said to her. She blushed a little and said, "You look pretty amazing too, with clothes on," her mom looked a little shocked at that comment, but let it go. She kissed her two cute little boys goodbye. Her mom said, "Stay out as long as you like, I am staying over and for god's sake have some fun, you deserve it." The drive to the restaurant and dinner was wonderful, we talked about how fucked up our x's were, her job, and my job, things she liked and things I liked. We each had a glass of wine and soon it was time to go to the movie. It felt like we had been friends forever. As we walked to the car, she said, "I've wanted to ask you out, since you moved in. It's so nice having someone to talk to." I took a chance and held her hand. She stiffened for a second and then wrapped her arm around mine and held my hand tight. I had never been attracted to a woman before, but I was to her and I was pretty sure she felt the same way. She kept holding my hand as we stood in line and as we bought the tickets and some snacks. Her hand felt so warm and soft. The movie had been in the theater for a while and so the theater was only half full. We sat in the back row and settled into our seats. She started to say something about having never held a woman's hand before when I cut her off. I kissed her on the lips and said, "Me too, but with you it just feels right, just enjoy it and let's see what happens." She kissed me back and said, "That's fine with me." The movie started and we held hands all through the show, at one point, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips for several minutes, "That was just to make sure I wasn't dreaming before." During the kiss, I used my tongue to explore her mouth and our hands did some exploring in the darkened theater. Her hands cupped my breasts and slowly massaged my nipples through the thin material of my dress. I put my hand between her legs and felt her up, rubbing her pussy through her jeans and making her softly moan. All this time, I had totally forgotten about my diaper, until she slipped her hand between my legs and felt the plastic of the diaper. "I knew it," was all she said. She whispered in my ear, "tonight when you stood in the doorway, I was sure that I noticed your panties looked a little big on you, and having heard my boys crinkle when they were in diapers that I recognized that sound when we were walking and when we were in line. "You don't think I'm a weirdo?" I said, afraid of her reaction. "Not at all, I think you are very sexy and that it is pretty kinky, I can't wait to get your little diapered bottom into bed." She almost giggled when she said that and she squeezed my pussy, and then held both my hands. "Until seeing you tonight, I have never wanted to be with a woman, but after being with you, that is all that I want," I said to her and French kissed her again. "Me too, little one," she whispered. I was so excited, my new life here was really starting out in a fresh direction. "Have you used the diaper tonight yet?" she asked. "No, I was afraid to." She reached over and put her hand on the front of my diaper and said, "Go ahead, pee for me, I want to feel you doing it." I tried but nothing came out and then sensing that, she kissed me again, her tongue licking my lips; feeling her tongue on my mouth, I felt my control let go. "It feels so warm," she said as I relaxed and peed for her, she kept her hand there long after I finished. The movie ended and we walked holding hands again into the lobby. She smiled, "I don't have a diaper, so wait for me. I'll be back in a minute." I watched her sexy ass until she disappeared into the washroom. We walked back out to her car and kissed again several times before she started the engine. "Take off your dress, I want to see you in just your diaper," she said. I pulled the dress up over my head and sat in her car, clad only in a diaper. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and kissed me. She slipped her hand into my wet diaper and put her fingers into me and started working my pussy. "You are so beautiful, and your little diaper makes you so sexy," she said as her fingers worked their magic in my pussy. I came in a matter of seconds and then she said, "Lets go to your place." Pulling into my driveway, I started to pull my dress back on. "Don't, I want you to stay just as you are." We almost ran to my door and once through the door we undressed her in a matter of seconds, my lips almost never leaving her mouth. My hands massaged and caressed every inch of her sexy and eager body. She knelt down and pulled and sucked on my tits. Next, she undid my diaper, letting the soggy bundle drop to the ground and licked my pussy from the top down to the bottom, turning me around she kissed my ass and ran her tongue from my pussy to my tiny rosebud. Next, she took my hand and naked we kissed all the way to the bedroom and collapsed into a mass of arms, legs, boobs, and pussies. Neither of us had been with anyone for so long and that pent-up desire exploded as we kissed and fondled each other for what seemed like hours. I moved down her body, stopping to suckle her breasts, and then moving down, devoured her sweet and very tasty pussy. Not to be undone, she swung my little body around and engaged me in a 69. My fingers explored her ass, gently probing her asshole, while she moaned and screamed. We both came almost at the same time, and then held each other, kissing and enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. After a while, she said she had to go, but we kissed and made love again before she got up. She saw the stack of diapers on my dresser and smiled. "Just let me get you ready for bed." She laid out another diaper and I moved over and she used the wipes on me and sprinkled my pussy with baby powder and did me up. "Now you're ready for bed baby." We kissed again and again as we moved to the door. "What a great night, I can't wait until tomorrow and until we can be together again," she said as she kissed me hard again, standing in the open doorway. "I'll see you tomorrow," I whispered as I watched her walk across the yard and enter her house, then I closed the door. What an unexpected few days; new town, new job, new house, new hobby, and most importantly a new girlfriend and lover; who would have known. I climbed into bed and fell asleep. The next morning, I awoke, sliding my fingers into my diaper, I relived the thrill of having Rachel in my arms, kissing her, and knowing that she knew my secret. I made myself cum, lying spread-eagle on my bed thinking about her. Then the door knocked... _Readers have been requesting more stories about my cats lately…or maybe I just wanted to share. Who can blame me, living with such freaks as these? Recently I’ve shared these stories with the wonderful people in the author’s hangout, and I wanted to share them with any readers brave enough to venture forth into a story about my pussies. So here are a few strange tales, and I hope you enjoy them._ * * * I have three cats. Cosmic Creepers is my oldest cat, a five-year-old black boy cat. He’s a fairly normal cat except that he is hugely obese. I feel bad for him, really, but I can’t help love the teddy bear-like way he acts…which is to say he lays around and doesn’t do much all day. He’s huge. Twenty pounds if he’s an ounce. One odd thing about Cos is his reaction when you touch him right above the tail, or anywhere on the back, really. He appears to need to lick his front leg. Frankly the boy is so big he can’t really keep himself very clean. He can get his front parts just fine, but he can’t clean his back half. I think that this might be where the front-paw-licking-tick comes in. You touch him somewhere he can’t reach himself, and he feels compelled to lick something, anything, clean something, anything, get himself cleaner, anywhere, any-how. I could be wrong, but that’s just my assumption. The urge to clean his arm has led to some interesting sights. Sometimes the wonderful lump of a cat will lay on his back and twist around. But, that makes his back tingle, so he’ll flip over as fast as he can to lick his front leg. Unfortunately on his way to lick his front leg he has touched the other side of his back, and so he flips back over to lick the other leg. Cosmic is the nicest cat by far, in my opinion. He loves to be a pillow, he loves to cuddle, he purrs really loud. Unfortunately he has really long sharp claws, and doesn’t always treat people as gently as he could. I sleep naked, he sleeps next to me, and if something scares him I’m in for a few scratches. One such scratch was on my cheek for three days. Mogwai is my middle cat, a grayish brownish tabby who, frankly, seems to have gone completely insane. I don’t know if it’s something in here genes, or something that I did to her in her early stages of life, but my cat is completely crazy. She had babies when she was way too young, which was fun for me, and seemed to be baffling for her. Before Mogwai got pregnant, and keep in mind she was knocked up when she was only four months old, she found a toy that was very, very much to her liking. A stuffed lion small enough for her to carry around by the mane. She licked it, carried it, batted it, chewed it, ripped all the hair out from its head. Some mornings I’d find it in her water dish. Other mornings, more disturbing mornings, it would be right next to my head on my pillow. When she had her kittens she seemed to lose time for the lion, and I thought that the stuffed- animal fetish had ended. I was wrong. It’s been over two years since Mogwai’s babies left the nest, and we’ve moved since then. My new apartment has a basement. The basement is filled with boxes. One box was filled with stuffed animals. Mogwai found that box. Each morning for two weeks I woke up to find another of my stuffed animals had migrated upstairs. Huge stuffed animals, not just little ones. Big stuffed bears, stuffed cats, stuffed Tasmanian-devils. Along with a ton of beanie- babies from my less sensible days. Now they’re everywhere. I keep putting them back downstairs, and she keeps bringing them up. Things as big as she is. Things bigger. Nothing is safe. Mogwai goes crazy for anything mint or plastic. The best things are the things that are mint flavored plastic. Right now as I speak she is eating a plastic bag that I brought some grapes upstairs in. She chews on plastic, tears at plastic, sits inside plastic bags. She licks plastic until it is soaking wet. She bats at plastic. She loves plastic. She goes absolutely crazy for minty things. Gum wrappers, for instance. She'll roll around with them, lick them, rub her face against them, bat them around. Toothbrushes she'll chew on. Candy she'll eat. In my last apartment I had this big green painted sheet hanging on the wall of my boring little hallway. It was tacked up at the top in five or six places, and made a great toy for my felines. Sometimes they'd sit behind it, hiding between the cloth and the wall. You could see the lump, but they thought they were being pretty stealthy (they being the three felines...eight when one had kittens) The cats could actually see through the sheet from the other side (I tried it once) so they would sit and wait for a human to walk by. Bat, bat, bat. You'd walk through the hall and your feet would get patted, sometimes gently and sometimes not so gently. Ambush from below. Mog thought that it was great fun to climb the sheet and balance her way across the taut top. So, of course she taught the trick to her babies. As they grew older, they climbed higher, and many times I'd walk through the halls and find up to four kittens practically suspended in the air. They ripped the sheet to shreds. Finally the kittens were too big to hold it anymore, and one by one the tacks came out. The kittens were given away, and I thought my sheet problems were over...nope. One day I was on the computer and I heard the unmistakable sounds of claws climbing the sheet. Then there was a strange ripping sound and a cat-like shriek of surprise. I got up to see what had happened. In theory, Mogwai was climbing up the sheet, preparing to do her trick of walking across the not-so- taut-anymore top of it, when the last tack let go. My cat was sent flying like Tarzan through the hall, and when I found her she was still clinging to the fabric. The sheet is now folded nicely in a dresser drawer. Kenna, aka “the bear,” aka “the kenna mog,” aka “lil mog” is an adorable calico. She’s Mogwai’s daughter, thus the Mog-like nicknames. Kenna is the first of my cats to be raised as an indoor/outdoor cats. Being the nervous type I mostly kept my cats inside before her, but from the time she was a baby to the present Kenna has been used to coming and going as she pleased. Spoiled, that’s what it is. Kenna is the baby of the family, and even though she’s over two-years old she still acts like a baby. Her cries are like that of a little kitten, and she seems to expect everyone to treat her like the youngest. She bounces from one cat to another person, expecting attention lavished on her. But she’s very flighty, this one, and if you grab her she squeals and whines until you put her down and let her run away. She’s always just out of reach, unlike my other two cats who love to cuddle. Most of the Kenna Mog is white, so she gets dirty very easily. I have a way to decide whether she can go out or not based on the color of her fur. She’ll go out, roll around in the dirt or do whatever it is she does to get so dirty, come in gray, and I won’t let her out again until she’s perfect white again. Somehow it doesn’t take long. I don’t know how much dirt ends up in her stomach every day, but she does get help from Mogwai, who has resigned herself to being a full time mom for the rest of her life. But the two cats are like sisters as well as like mother and daughter. They’re constantly fighting for attention, both from the humans and from each other. Both girls are very playful, and chase each other around at light speed in the middle of the night. There seems to be more than playful sibling rivalry sometimes…it can get downright dangerous. Mogwai opens drawers, pulls things out, shreds them, and then closes the drawer. No drawer or cupboard is safe in this house. It’s just what Mogwai does. Open it, play, close it. One day I heard a crying sound from inside a drawer. I opened it and the little bear jumped out and ran away in a flash of white fur. Forensics helped me figure out what had happened. Mogwai, in one of her playful but destructive moods, opened the drawer to cause trouble inside. Kenna jumped inside the drawer to see what exciting things there were to be seen. The drawer was empty, since the resident humans don’t bother keeping anything inside them anymore. Why should we when nothing’s safe anyhow? So Mogwai, bored with the drawer, slammed it shut. With Kenna Mog still inside. Who knows if this had been an innocent mistake or a conspiracy for the loss of a family member? Certainly no human knows enough to point a finger, but I think the Kenna Bear knows. * * * _Alright, so there’s a little story about my cats for you. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope that you’ll read more in the future = )_ -Chicklet |
This view was shitty. I couldn't really expect too much, considering I was waiting in my car in a parking garage of all places. I mean, you're only really suppose to be there for mere minutes; there's no point in trying to make the view interesting or pleasing to the eye. But I would really like something else to look at than a crumbling old building. Sure there were other spots I could have picked so I could look out at the city, but I was in a rush, and didn't think about the potential view I could have during lunch time. Normally I was in the break room cracking jokes with my work buddies, and bullshitting about whatever project we were working on. But today I was having a special treat, and it wasn't the delicious chocolate covered pretzel I was currently munching. Amber in a happy coincidence worked just close enough to my building that she would be able to meet up during her lunch time, which in another lucky happenstance managed to be the same amount of time as mine. I could literally text her about five minutes before my lunch started, and five minutes on the dot she would meet me in my car, face beaming and hands on her hips expectantly waiting. I wondered how far exactly did she work that she was able to get to me so quickly? This time was a little different though. I texted her ahead of time, knowing that I was going to have a stressful day and a wank in the basement wasn't going to do it for me. These peculiar French clients were very particular about some nonsense program, and were up our asses about it the minute their Gaulish mugs sneered into our faces. We wanted to slap them right back to Toulon where they came from. It was really jarring too, because the meanest one was some tall blonde in glasses, who made even my boss shrink back, and this was a guy who's been in the business for some 20 odd years. I fantasized about slapping her across the face during one of her little tirades, and pushing her over a desk flipping up her black skirt and ripping off her underwear. I was getting hard thinking about how I'd push deep into her neatly shaved pussy, screaming and babbling in French as I held her head down against a keyboard, the screen showing nonsense as her head slammed into the keys. I'd finish in her mouth forcing her to swallow my load, smacking my hard length against her face. I'd clean up my cock with her blonde hair, her eyes glaring at me as I zipped up and walked away whistling Dixie. But it was a just a fantasy. I sighed impatiently, looking at my cell phone for the fourth time. No texts yet. I took a quick gulp of some sparking water before thinking back to the messages I sent her. I gave her the floor I'd be on, and my tinted red Tundra stuck out like a sore thumb among the sedans and family cars. She laughed when she saw my truck during our first lunchtime session. "It's so big and red just like you," she jabbed at me with humor in her eyes. I chuckled out loud at the memory. I fucked her good and hard in the backseat, the cabin barely containing her unabated cries of ecstasy. I just meant to get a blow job, but when I saw her in her tight medical scrubs I just got so hot I pulled her pants down and started to eat her out. She had tried to push me off, saying something about how she would smell around her work and the patients. But eventually she gave in to to the pleasure, hands gripping my head tightly as I got her off. If it's one thing I learned about Amber you make her cum once, you got to get her off another time before she can calm down. On went the condom, and we rutted like bunnies as I slammed her against my seat to another screaming orgasm. Of course she was right about the smell, because I just pulled my dick through my front zipper as I fucked her, her juices splattering everywhere. I sheepishly walked past some of my co workers, a suspicious wet spot on the front of my khakis. I still remember my cubicle mate Toby's looks of confusion as he pondered why it smelled like sex in the office that day. I checked my cell phone again, a slightly frustrated sigh leaving my mouth. She still wasn't here yet. Truth be told, it was only a few minutes past our meeting time, and I got to my car earlier than expected. Perhaps she was hung up with whatever she was doing at her job, or perhaps traffic was being testy today. I've been spoiled by our last few car sessions with her timeliness, and in fact I was often late to meeting up with her. It wouldn't hurt to wait a little long before texting her. A knocking at my window shook me from my thoughts. I looked over to see my beautiful goddess, smiling wildly and just a little out of breath. She's finally here. I laughed, leaning against the head rest as I relaxed. I always startled easily with loud noises and whatnot. Maybe it wouldn't be such a problem if I didn't day dream so much. She rapped against the window again, an impatient look on her face. Damn it I did it again. I unlocked the door with an apologetic look, and she climbed in brushing her loose hair behind her ears. "Hey baby," she said, leaning over and giving me a light peck on the cheeks. We decided in the first car session that we would keep it mildly cordial until we handled payment before really going at it. It was hard though, to keep ourselves back from attacking each other the minute we were in the same space. "What's good homie," I replied back. She shook her head and shot me a stern look. I liked to talk like a teenager, and despite some of the very obscene things that Amber said when we fucked she was very much a grammar Nazi. She was even worse than the headmistress at my school, chiding me when I said something incorrectly or used improper sentence structure. "I am doing fine today Malcolm," her irritated look slightly fading away. She knew by now I talked like that to mess with her, but I guess she wasn't in the mood today to school me. I was mildly disappointed, I really had fun bickering with her. "How about you," she softly asked. She had caught her breath back, and seemed to have settled down from her frenzied journey. "I'm okay. Well shitty really." I said with a frown, thinking back to the French fuckers. "Difficult clients I guess?" "You know me so well Am-bar," I replied. Most of the time work was pretty swell and I made sure to get along with most of my co-workers. It wasn't the actual work that got me really stressed out, but dealing with picky buyers who half the time happened to be scummy people. And I'm talking the bottom of the barrel sort of people. "Just these particular foreign clients," I continued. "They just want so much done in a short time span and for a lower price point."I quietly seethed, the anger boiling in my stomach. "I'm gonna go insane." I went on a rant for a good couple minutes, venting about their dis respectfulness and how they treated one of the techs like garbage for messing up the font of all things. I hated when my co-workers got chewed out for something that could be fixed in mere seconds. She clucked her tongue, her hand shooting out to stroke my head as I finished talking. I melted into her hand, my eyes closing as her delicate touch calmed me down. "It's okay baby," she said catching my eyes with a reassuring smile. I felt the anger completely disappear and I smiled back. "You're almost done work today anyway." "That is true," I said nodding my head. "How is your day going, I noticed I actually beat you here." I said with a grin. She let out an exasperated sigh, as if my question had brought her back to whatever was causing her stress. "It was smooth right until the last patient," she said her right eye twitching. That was one of her tell tale ticks, in particular the one when she was angry and trying to contain herself. "Unlike your foreigner, this one was American," she said distastefully. I chuckled and then I listened to her speak cryptically about the patient. I knew she was some sort of medical assistant, but I didn't know if it she was either a dentist or private doctor's office. I had revealed much of my private life to her, and I felt like I could completely trust her with the knowledge. Hell, we were sitting in my job's parking garage this very minute. On the other hand I found she was very reticent in revealing herself to me, details of her life and such. I didn't hold it against her though, I mean we were very comfortable with each other, and intimate in many other ways. I mean, even with my group of friends there were some things I didn't know about them even after practically a decade. I didn't expect much more out of Amber, nor would I ever ask her to. But still I was curious about her life, how she was growing up and if she had any family left. I never went back to her apartment after our first session, either meeting in my car or at my loft. Thinking back now I don't remember seeing any pictures, even of her. Maybe she took them down when she had guys over. Or maybe she didn't have any she wanted to look at. A touch on my thigh brought me back to the present. She was smiling seductively, and her fingers were running from my knee up to my groin. She had gotten closer to me, her breasts brushing against my arm as she leaned over to my ear. "How about we just forget about our stressful day for right now Malcolm," she said with a lusty undertone. I shuddered as she took my earlobe in, sucking softly. "I mean that's what we're both here for right, to forget about our problems and just enjoy each other?" her hand was over my crotch, and she squeezed the growing bulge. "Y-yeah definitely." I could never talk right when she did that. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my money clip. I always wanted to handle billing first before we did anything, whereas Amber wanted to jump right in and handle the money later. I don't know if it was to keep the mood going or something like that, but personally I liked to just get it done. It was easier, I could forget about the fact that I was paying her for this and just go on my merry way. "Here we g-ohhh shit." I said shocked. "What's wrong," she said pulling back from my ear, her eyes darting around. Although we didn't have a problem with our car sessions, we both had a distinct desire to not be caught by the police for public sex charges in the middle of our work day. I'm pretty sure we'd both be put out by our employers, and plus it'd be even worse it the cops discerned that I was paying for the sex. That wasn't the problem in this case though, it was actually a monetary issue. I had forgotten my debit card at home like a dummy, still sitting on my computer desk. I brought it out to buy some stuff online and I absentmindedly left it there, reminding myself that I would put it back later. Of course, I had forgotten my lunch at home today as well, so I had to use the cash that I had on hand to buy it. My friend Michael also forgot his lunch, so I bummed him a couple bucks too. All of this led to me being short on my payment for Amber, the only reason I was carrying cash in the first place. I sigh, and look back to her anxious face. I sadly smiled at her. "Damn it, I don't have enough for the session," I said down trodden. After the first time in the car, we settled on an all inclusive $100 rate for lunch time, whether it took 10 minutes or 45. Often we ended up fucking around closer to the hour mark when we met up, and after quick smooches we rushed back to work. I'm so pissed at myself. How could I forget about such a simple thing? I mean I literally passed my bank on my way to work every day, it wouldn't have been an issue to get some extra cash after I realized I left my lunch on the counter. Hell if I had my debit card in the first place too I wouldn't be stuck in this pickle. Now I have to go back to work, bitterly angry and balls undrained. I was not going to be a happy camper the rest of the shift. To my utter surprise, she laughed, holding her chest in relief. "I thought it was something like the cops or security," she said with a carefree smile. "No, none of that thank God," I said taking a look around to reassure myself. "I just fucked up and don't have enough cash on me for the session," I said despondently. "Well, we have some time, can't you just use an ATM or something?" "That's the rub babycakes," pausing to listen to her giggle. I adored her laugh. She laughed so hard the first time I called her that. "I left my debit card at home. And the nearest bank is too far for me to go and pull cash out." I continued to explain. I have thousands of dollars in my bank accounts, but they mean shit when I can't use them when I want to. It was beyond frustrating, hell it was fucking embarrassing. "Oh," she merely said back. Her eyebrows were scrunched up as if understanding why I was so stressed. I wasn't going to ask her to do the session for the cash I had on hand, a mere $63. It was chump change, street whores I picked up in my early days would take that. I still shudder thinking about the risk I put myself through in dealing with those girls. You never realize the danger you're in sometimes until it passes and you really think about it. "Listen, I know you went through a lot just to get here," I said to her. Her eyes quirked up questioningly. I handed her the money and smiled again. "Just take this and you can go back to work if you want." I scratch my head hard in irritation. I felt bad that she took the time to come here, even rush through her work so she could make it. I didn't want her to leave empty handed. She tried to immediately hand the money back, but I kept my hands closed and refused to look at it. "Why would I take your money," she spat out with annoyance, "We didn't even do anything." You gotta love integrity like that. I want her to take the money even more now. "I know, but we agreed on $100 for the session, and I don't have it all and I can't get it all in time." I explained. "I mean I can't expect you to do the session for way less than we normally do it." She opened her mouth as if to protest, but I cut her off. "Listen just don't worry about it. I'll just catch you another time. With the full amount of course." I said forcing another smile on my face. I feel so low right now, first dealing with these shitty people and the crummy workload, and now I couldn't even enjoy my time with Amber. I wanna punch myself in the face for being so stupid and careless. But she still didn't move though, in fact she was staring at me with a hard look. I didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. Maybe she thought I was testing her or some bizarre shit like that. Or perhaps I was playing a practical joke on her, and I'd pull out some more cash. Perhaps she was just wondering if I was really serious in just giving her the money. "Are you really serious," she said unbelieving. I chuckled ruefully, letting out a strained sigh. "Yup, you can take it, I mean it was meant for you. Most of it that is." I run my hand through my hair, trying to smooth away the frustration I feel in my head. She looks at me strangely, and then nods her head, putting it away in her handbag. I expected her to say her goodbyes then and leave me alone to my mournful thoughts, but she put her handbag on the floor, and climbed into the backseat, a beckoning smile on her face. Now I'm confused. "Uh, I thought you were gonna go," I said questioningly. "Did I say I was going to leave?" she said, stretching her arms out, cracking the bones in her arms. She patted the empty seat next to her. I was baffled at what was happening, but mindlessly I followed her command, and carefully climbed into the back, making sure not to step on her or anything like that. As I sat, I noticed doting eyes focused on the front of my slacks. For a moment, they even appeared to be filled with hunger. "Tell you what," she said, reaching over and rubbing against my cock. I gasped as she groped me over my slacks, quickly creating a bulge. "Since you've been having such a horrible day, I will do a one time fee of $63 for a hand job." She scoots closer to me, and unzips my slacks, pulling out my hard cock, stroking it lightly between her soft fingers. I moan loudly, grinding my teeth together. Damn everything she does feels nice. "How does that sound to you baby," she says, her lips brushing against my ear again. "It sounds good," I whisper, lost in her hands. She giggles and takes a lick of my ear before pulling back to look at my cock as she works it. "Excellent. I knew you'd go for it." She gives me a saucy wink and a smile. She drives me crazy. She was stroking my cock at first with a loose grip, but then she let go and started to run her fingers around me in a spiral from my base to my very tip. It was slow and deliberate and it made me hard as a fucking rock. I started to thrust with hips, trying to get her to stroke me again, but she made that goddamn tsking noise and pulled away. "Don't rush me baby," she said scolding me with that devious smile on her face. "You'll come all in due time." God she knows how to get to me. Her hand reaches into my front pocket again, and she's pulled out my hefty balls. Her other hand goes to lightly run her fingernails on them, dragging the sharp edges slowly. My legs tense up at the amazing sensation, and I groan out in anticipation. I'm so aroused right now, and my skin is breaking out in goosebumps. I can't wait until she actually starts to beat me off, I think I'll cum in seconds. Hopefully I don't shoot off onto her scrubs, I don't know if she carries a spare uniform. I get turned on imagining her trying to get to a bathroom and wash my cum off her clothes before she goes back to work, the dry white streaks all across her chest. She's stopped spiraling around my cock at this point, focusing just on grazing my balls with her nails. Her free hand rises up and cups my chin to face her, and her smile captivates me. She leans in and takes my lips, kissing me deeply. I wrap one hand around the back of her head, pulling her closer as I invade her mouth with my tongue. I reach down and pull her into my lap, so I can get a better grip on her ass. She purrs as I squeeze with my usual forcefulness, and I moan back as she starts to stroke me off again with her hand. It feels great, even better that I thought it would. I normally crack jokes about hand jobs, and how one might as well just do it themselves. I mean if someone's going to have sex I would banter, might as well go out all. But that puts sex into too much of a black and white quandary. The truth was, when you were with someone you liked, something as simple as an old fashion felt amazing. And I'd rather have a mind blowing hand job than a lousy fuck. "I'm a little sad we can't do anything else baby," she said, with wishful lust in her eyes. "Me too, but I can't complain too much." I sneak a little kiss from her. "It still feels fucking amazing. God you're just amazing." I babbled out. She blushed at my compliment, and then leaned in to kiss me deeply. And that was the case with her, my mousy goddess sitting in my lap. She could make this hand job the most incredible thing in the world. She was still consuming my lips as she stroked my long hard cock with both hands. They barely fit around me, and I stopped kissing her for a second so I could get a good look at her work. Her hands were squeezing me just right so it wasn't too tight, but loose enough that she could glide over easily and quickly. I moaned into her neck as one hand shifted down to massage my balls again. "Oh babe, this is just what I needed," I moaned nuzzling her neck, my hands reaching down to grope her ass as she continued to stroke me off. She groaned back and rested her chin on my shoulder as she slowed down a bit, resting her wrists. Good thing she did that, if she kept that pace going I've would've unloaded all over us. "You like how I stroke that big cock of yours baby," she gasped out. "Yeah I love it." I gave her neck a little kiss. I'm completely absorbed in her actions that I can't do anything but take it and make grateful noises. "I'm gonna jerk all the stress out of you Daddy, so you can smile right at those asshole pricks when they're yelling at you." she said, squeezing me hard for effect. I let out a deep moan, lightly biting into the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She moaned back and ground her hips into mine. The girl has to be careful, we just might lose control and go farther than a handie. I flash back to that revenge fuck fantasy I had of the French blonde, but instead it's my brunette goddess, moaning and crying out obscene things as I drive myself deep into her. Instead of her head slamming on the keyboard while I fuck her, she's typing the same sentence over and over on the screen. 'Daddy owns this slut pussy.' I even imagine her looking back at me and begging me to fuck her harder. Damn she just about invades every one of my thoughts, even the nasty ones. It's amazing really. We sit there for a while, her hands stroking me, sometimes fast and hard, little moans leaving her mouth. Then she'll slow down, her hands barely moving as they go from the very base of my cock right up to my little slit and go back down. In between she's sneaking little kiss on my ears and cheeks, even biting into my shoulder just hard enough to make me gasp out. It was heavenly. She grabs my cheek, pushing me back so I could look into her eyes again. "Can I get off your lap baby," she says with a pout. "My wrists are getting sore doing it this way." I nod understandably, and reluctantly release my grip on her glourious butt. She climbed over my legs, twisting her wrists as if to stretch them out a bit. When she settled again, she took my lips again, moaning as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her hand reaches back to my cock again, but her other hand is playing with the buttons on my light blue dress shirt. "Can you unbutton these," she says softly into my ear. "All the way down." "Sure," I say with a bit of puzzlement. I don't know what she's getting at, but I dutifully undo the buttons, un-tucking my shirt as I get the last few buttons. I forgot to wear an undershirt today, and my bare chest is exposed. She starts to draw little circles on my chest as she continues to jerk me off, her fingers slowly making their way to nipples. She pinches one, then the other as they get hard and pebble up. I moan in a higher pitch than normal, which makes her giggle. "I see you still like it when I play with your nipples baby?" she questions me, lightly rolling one between her fingers. Fucking right I do, it was astonishing the first time, and it still felt that way now. She began to lightly flick at my nipple, and I closed my eyes, resting my head back enjoying the sensations. My eyes shoot open as I feel her tongue around my nipple, replacing her playful fingers. It feels soft and wet and utterly paralyzing as she swirls around it leaving a moist trail. She takes my nipple into her mouth again, and she hums contently while sucking lightly. I shudder, holding a hand on her head as she milks me with her mouth, nibbling and licking my sensitive nub. She pays the same attention to the other one, even sucking harder which makes me hump more into her hand. "Oh fuck!" I gasped. "I'll take that as a yes," she grinned at me again, taking my nipple between her teeth and nibbling lightly. This is the best $63 I have ever spent. I have my beautiful goddess in her tight scrubs stroking my hard cock, and lavishing my nipples with her mouth, moaning all the while as if the very act is giving her pleasure. It's fucking amazing. Wait a minute, that moaning sounds suspiciously too pleasurable. I look down to see that only one hand is working on my cock, the other is no where to be seen. No way she's diddling herself right now I trace her free arm with my eyes, trying to figure out if my hunch is correct. I don't see where it is, so I feel at her thighs, running up with my fingers. I'm almost touching her crotch, when abruptly I'm blocked off by some solid object. I feel around, and realize it's her hand, moving against her pussy. Yup, she's playing with herself. And it's so fucking hot I almost would have come right there if I didn't grab her hand and stopped her from jerking me. She looks up at me from my chest, smiling as she flicks my nipple with her tongue. She's been caught red handed, or more really pussy handed and shows no shame at all. It's as if it was some little game she was playing on me the entire time and was wondering when I'd find out. She takes a hard suck on my nipple before going back up to my ear. "Oh Daddy, you see how horny I get just from stroking your big cock," she whispers, almost desperately. I can feel her hand still moving up and down, no doubt rubbing deeply into her clit. She suppresses a moan as she bites down lightly on my ear lobe. "Hmm I'm gonna have to cum before I go back to work." "You wanna cum baby," I blurt out. "Yes Daddy," she says pleadingly, "My pussy is hot right now I need to cum. I can't walk around the rest of the day with this throbbing, wet cunt." My eyes are bugged out hearing her talk this way. "Oh Daddy," shes moan, eyes closed. "What will the patients think when they see a dripping slut taking care of them? Do you think I should ask them to take care of me? Maybe one of them will have a big fat cock like yours to fill me up and use me until I can't take it anymore." She's writing and moaning against me as she continues to play with herself. My cock is steely hard, and as I listen to her talk, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. She's saying such filthy things and I love every word that leaves her mouth. Her hand previously dormant on my cock is starting to move again, albeit much slower than before. I need to do something, and I need to do it now. I pull myself from her embrace, and push her back onto the seat. She falls back with a surprised yelp, her head thankfully missing the door handle. It would be a supreme buzz kill if she got knocked out. I reach down to the waistband of her pants, and tear them down her legs, pausing to tug her shoes off. I throw the bundle into the front seat, and sit down on the floor, splaying her legs apart so that her bare pussy is wide open to me. "What are you doing?" she asked, eyes wide open. "What does it look like babe," I replied, my face inches away from her. "I'm gonna make you cum." I lean down, and take a long deep lick from her opening all the way to her clit, as she lets loose a long deep moan. Her hands press against the back of my head as they usually do when I eat her out. Her familiar taste floods into my mouth as I begin to lightly lick in her entrance, eventually pressing my tongue inside her. She tightens her grip on my head, my scalp singeing from the pain but it turns me on more that she's so on edge. "Yes Daddy eat my little pussy," she moaned, grinding her hips into my face as I fuck her with my tongue. I move one my fingers to flick at her clit, the light touch jolting her and making her groan deeply. I look up at her as I work, to see her eyes fluttering and mouth wide open. I think a little drool is even coming down the side of her one cheek. She looks so completely engrossed with what I'm doing to her right now, and it's so fucking sexy. I decide to switch out as I usually do when my tongue gets tired, my fingers seamlessly filling the void as I pull my face away from her opening. She squirms at my fingers, trying to sink them in deeper into her. I chuckle, resting my head on her thigh as I stroke my hand in and out of her wetness. I reach up with my free hand, going under her scrub shirt and bra and palm one of her soft breasts. I couldn't get enough of those perfectly shaped orbs of femininity, the flesh feeling so good under my grip. "Dadddyy," she drawls as her legs start to tremble underneath me. Looks like someone's about to come. I raise my head up once more to level with her clit, and I stuck out my tongue lapping it energetically. I keep plodding away with my fingers, and soon her hips are raising up from the seat again. Her hands nearly crush my head as entire body shakes, the moans she's making reaching a fevered pitch in the tiny cabin. Her pussy is clamping down on my fingers as she let's out a huge wail of pleasure. She's coming pretty hard, and her scream soon turns into a breathless cry as she runs out of air. I can feel the contractions go away just as suddenly as they came, and she drops back down to the seat spent and completely exhausted. I still move my fingers slowly inside her, riding out the little aftershocks of her orgasm, but I'm stopped licking her clit, and instead leave tiny kisses over her pubic mound and thighs. Her legs have ceased trembling, and her tight grip loosens from my head, fingers resting limply. An intensely satisfied groan exits her mouth as she stretched her back, her eyes connecting with my own as she looked down between her legs. They have a dreamy semblance to them, and she smiles at me blissfully content. I smile back, moving slowly up her body until I've caught her lips and I'm kissing her deeply. We jointly moan together, her hands wrapping about my head keeping me fixed in our embrace. "How was that?" I inquired. She giggled at my question, as if I should already have known the answer. "Baby," she said softly stroking the back of my neck, "If I could, I'd just lay in bed all day with you." I felt all warm hearing her say that. We tenderly kissed for some minutes my hands roving over her body, before settling back into her silky hair. This is what I liked about being with Amber, my soft brunette goddess. We tried to keep to whatever activity I asked for, but it always ended up with us holding each other and making out, of course after an intense orgasm or two. I couldn't help but enjoy the intimacy I had with her. I remember just a few weeks ago I requested for her to use a vibrator while I fucked her face. She smiled excitedly, pleased as all hell when I pulled out the Hitachi wand and plugged it into the floor. The sight of her drooling and moaning nonstop around my cock proved too much for me, and we ended up on the floor our limbs entwined. She cried her release to the ceiling as I slammed into her and crushed the wand against her clit, and soon I followed along shooting my load into the condom. We laid down and kissed for some 40 minutes after that, staring deep into each other's eyes. We didn't say a word the entire time, just communicating through our eyes and soft caresses. We only stopped when a phone call from her angry friend interrupted us. She'd been late to dinner with her friends, but she told me later she didn't give two shits about her friends' angry admonishments as she practically floated the rest of the night. "Why the fuck do you look so goddamn happy," she said to me giggling, recounting what her friend Vanessa said to her as she finally joined them at the restaurant. She had told them she was just paid to have mind blowing sex with a handsome stranger, but they laughed off her confession asking for the real reason she was late. I blushed unintentionally when she said I was handsome. I'm such a goofball. I'm brought back to the present as my cock lays against her pussy, the warm heat springing me up to full hardness. She giggles a bit into my mouth, and then moaned as she ground herself into me. I bite my lip to stop myself from groaning, opting to nuzzle her neck again. Her lips are touching my ears, and she strokes a hand all the way down my back, before coming over to grip me by the base. Despite myself I moan and look into her eyes again. "Hmm Daddy," she moans squeezing me tightly. "That was so good. But I want more Daddy." I'm suddenly out of breath again, my heart pounding in my chest. "What do you need baby," my voice just as heady. She rubbed the head of my cock against her wet opening, and I already know what she wants. "Will you fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard with your monster cock?" she pleads with lustful eyes. I groan in frustration and pound the back of the seat with my hand. She looks up startled at me, head shrinking back a bit. Perhaps she's taken my reaction as anger to her request. But it's not her asking me to fuck that's got me all antsy, it's the fact that I can't fulfill it for her. "I want to," I say caressing her cheek softly. She relaxes immediately, melting into my touch. "I really, really want to fuck you so hard that you just keep on cumming." She bites her lips, moaning quietly as I describe my vicious need. "But," I suck in a deep breath steeling myself for what I'm about to say next. "I don't have any rubbers in the car." She whimpers morosely, clutching my head her eyes quivering. Her despondent look is the saddest thing in the world right now. I didn't bring any condoms today in my sex essentials, mostly because I expected to be just getting a blow job. Plus I really didn't like keep condoms in the car anyway because of the temperature differentials. They played havoc with the condom's material, and the last thing I wanted was an unstable rubber ripping or tearing at an inopportune moment. I'd rather just not fuck than risk that. But damn it all if it wasn't frustrating. My face is scrunched up with a frown as I try to think of a solution. I could use my fingers again to get her off, but it would be a little repetitive. Amber likes variation in her orgasms, so if I use my mouth to get her off she would like my cock to make her cum next and vice versa. That of course automatically ruled out my tongue, plus that bad boy was feeling a little sore at the moment too. I know Amber, and I know all she wants right now is to be filled. I stare ahead at the console, when the sun glints off of the sparkling water bottle. My eyes shoot open as an idea fires in my mind. The bottle is some weird knock off Italian brand of sparkling water, but I liked the taste surprisingly better than the more expensive fare. It helped that it was cheaper too, but one thing I did notice was that the glass was ridiculously sturdy. One time I was walking back to work with Michael after lunch when I threw the bottle against a brick wall, both of us expecting a rewarding shatter. To our bewilderment, the damn thing only bounced off the wall, before landing on the concrete spinning in a circle. We threw it at least four more times before it broke, and even then it only broke crisply in half. My mind was made up. I'm gonna fuck her with that bottle. I sat up, reaching forward to grab the bottle. As I resumed sitting, I noticed Amber was still looking like a depressed little child, unable to play with her favorite toy. Don't worry little girl, you're going to have your fun soon enough. A smile lights up my face as I unscrew the cap, and toss it up front again, taking a quick sip of the water inside. I offer over the bottle to her, which she grabs and takes a quick gulp as well. It's half way finished, but I imagine she's parched from all the screaming she's done. I can't have water left in the bottle for what I'm about to use it for, so when she tries to give it back I merely push it towards her again. "Can you finish that for me babe," I say with a ghastly smirk. "I need it empty." "Why?" her eyebrow is quirked questioningly. "I'm just done |
drinking it," I said giving her a quick smooch. A stupid lie, but I want to surprise her. She still looks confused, but she finishes the water dutifully, raising it the bottle up. I can see the water flow through her throat as she takes big gulps. My cock has returned to full stiffness from my thoughts, and seeing her throat reminds me that I still haven't cum yet. Perhaps I'll put her mouth to use while I fuck her. I sneak a peek at my cell phone to check the time. Excellent, we've only been at it for about twenty minutes. Sex with Amber use to go overboard, but as we kept meeting up we became more efficient in our fucking. Thankfully, we didn't excise any of the passion, and we still spent a significant amount of time just cuddling and being affectionate with each other. That became my favorite part of the session, just holding each other sweaty and spent before we went our separate ways. It was sadly beautiful. I take the bottle from her as she finishes, and put it to the side for now. I don't think she'll go for it just yet, but if she's distracted and I stuff it in her before she can stop me I know I'll be set. I run my fingers through her hair again, and she coos giving me a soft smile. She glances down to my cock and by now all the disappointment in being unable to fuck has left her face, replaced by a lustful hunger. "You know Daddy," her hand wrapping around my cock. "You gotta stop making me cum before I can finish you off." She crawls back as she stoops down, her face level with my cock. No matter how many times she does this, I still feel like it's the first with her. "I thought I was just getting a hand job," I said breathless. I just ate this girl out and she asked me to fuck. What the hell was I bringing this up for now? She merely giggled, and gripped my cock stroking it across her lips. "Baby, we're past hand jobs now," she said before taking me into her mouth. I groaned, my hand shooting down to grip her hair. I didn't force her down my cock, just merely held my hand against her head as she bobbed up and down, wetting my cock with her mouth. It was nice to have a nice pampering blow job once in a while, in comparison to the almost constant face fucking I indulged in. I could really see her expertise in sucking cock when I wasn't forcing myself down her throat. She mewled as she licked at my cock, lapping the entire length, before taking in my head and sucking hard. It always drove me up the wall when she did that, and I moaned loudly. Her hand was softly massaging my nuts, the heavy wrinkled sack filling her petite fingers. Her tongue dipped down to gently lap at the base of my cock. She eventually started to get more into it, bringing more of me into her throat, gagging and making little noises of struggle. She spat up some drool, but still she kept on going, finally swallowing me to the root. I felt her throat pulse around my cock for eternity filled seconds, before she bounced back up for air. She shot me a quick glance smiling as she lightly licked my cock head. "Daddy, I'm going to suck you dry," she said before swallowing my entire length. I was at a loss for words, or even making noises as she sucked me off. It was breath taking every time she did this, really any time she touched me. I suddenly remembered the bottle at my feet and what I planned to do with, carefully picking it up. She was too engrossed in her actions to notice though, her mouth suckling devoutly in my crotch. I spread her legs with one hand, lightly stroking her moist mound. She responded appreciatively, opening them wider so I could gain better access. She loved when I played with while she sucked me, so I know she'll love the bottle once I get going. After a minute or two of fervid fingering, I'm sure she was ready for it. I snuck the bottle over her ass cheek, and tilted it until the drinking end was aligned just right with her entrance. I had a thought she might freak out at a bottle being inserted in her, but a quick mental browsing of all the debased things I've done at her encouragement brush away all my doubts. Slowly I touched it to her lips, before I pushed it inside. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, jumping off my cock, and looking first at the bottle, then my face. Her face was filled with shock, but before she said could say anything I started to thrust the bottle in and out of her, going deep. She held on my thighs, her face going into my belly as I the impromptu dildo fucked her. She moaned shrilly, her nails digging in my skin painfully, but I still kept on plugging her hot cunt. I was very much a visual learner, and I remember a couple of videos I really got my rocks off too from guys fucking girls with either wine or beer bottles. It was so degrading and obscene, and I cummed so hard from watching those scenes. I knew already I was gonna burst like a fucking dam when I was done. I notice that she's looking up at me, grunting as I continue to fuck her with the bottle. She has a delirious look about her face, and she's biting her lips hard as the glass continues to slide in and out of her sopping pussy. She's opening her mouth as if to say something to me, but then she's interrupted by a particularly hard stroke and she moans instead. Eventually her hand reaches up and grabs my chin forcing me to look at her. "So that's why you needed the bottle empty huh," she says accusingly, her eyes closing as I rammed the bottle for a few vicious strokes. She squeaked in a higher pitch than normal, the kind that only came out when I was fucking her. "Well you said you needed me to fuck you," I said teasingly. I slowed down, languidly bringing the bottle all the way out to the very lip, and then descending all the way until I was barely holding on to the end. She shuddered the whole time, groaning into my stomach. "With your cock silly," she slurred, her eyes lidded drool coming out the side of her mouth. Damn she was loving this. "I wanted you to fuck me with that big cock," she repeated again, her face resting on my thigh now. "Yeah well I didn't have condoms." I said resigned. I continued to fuck her with the bottle, her arousal running freely down her thighs. She's moaning freely again, her warm breath reaching my cock from her resting place on my thigh. I'm still rock hard, and the fire in my balls lights up again. I put my hand on her head again, this time gripping her hair and leading her back to my dick. She opened her mouth, and took me in slurping loudly. I was so turned on when she made so much noise sucking my cock. The louder and sloppier sounding, the better it was. Although earlier I was okay with just a regular old blow job, the frustration of not being able to take her pussy meant I just had to settle with fucking her mouth. I better gripped her hair and forced her down all the way to my root, before dragging her up all the way off my cock, and plunging her right back on. I did this a few times, all the while fucking her with the bottle, squelching noises filling the air along her gagged cries. I held her head in place as I began to hump her face, my ass rising off the seat as I thrust into her drooling mouth. Spit covered the front of my gray slacks, and was making them excessively wet. I vaguely wondered what my co workers would think seeing me come back to work again with another suspicious wet spot on my pants. I was lost in the lust though, and for now I was just preoccupied with fucking this girl's throat and getting my nut off. "You like it when I fuck your throat with a bottle in your cunt," I snarl, with a particularly hard thrust in both her mouth and pussy. She moans again, and I'm not sure if she's answering me or not. I really don't care. Her legs started to tremble again, and I knew she was going to cum soon. I slowed down a bit to try and draw it out for her, but her hand launched to her clit and began rubbing fiercely. Fuck it, these sort of sessions weren't about subtlety. I was soon back to pumping the bottle into her, the glass glistening in the light with her arousal. I kept plowing her throat, groaning as I held her down for a few seconds, really feeling her throat squeeze my cock. Her legs started to erratically jerk, and she was crying loudly around my cock as I continued to plum her pussy ferociously. Her hand intensely gripped my thigh as her entire body convulsed, almost as if the wave of pleasure was running through every part of her. The vibrations from her moaning throat around my cock, along with the visual of me bottle fucking became too much, and soon I was shooting into her mouth, the cum gracing the back of her throat. I roared into the cabin as I wildly humped into her mouth, my hands still moving just as erratically with the bottle as she continued to cum. Eventually I finished, the last few spurts dissipating to nothingness, and we laid still trying to recover from our orgasms. She pulled herself off of my rapidly softening cock, trying to hold the mixture of spit and cum in her mouth. I realized that the bottle was still lodged in her, and I slowly pulled it out as well, hearing her whimper as it exited her pussy. She was an absolute mess, eyes red and makeup smeared from tears. Her hair was very frumpy, and she was still breathing heavily, although just through her nose since her mouth was still filled with my essence. "What do you got there?" I gently prodded her with a smile. She opened her mouth slowly, showing my diluted cum to me, before closing her lips and taking a big swallow. She briefly showed her tongue to show it was all clean, and then she climbed into my lap, placing her arms around my shoulder and kissing me softly. She was still shaking from her orgasm, her legs unsteady even as she sat securely on top of me. "Don't worry baby," I protectively wrapped my arms around her as if to brace her from falling. "I got you." she looked into my eyes and smiled warmly. We embraced each other, winding down from the intensity of our prior actions, just lightly kissing and exploring each others' mouths. I liked this part the best, when we're being tender and just basking in our post-sex high. She pulled back and leaned her forehead against mine, a common move she does when she's out of breath. "That was unexpected," she said to me her eyes darting to the inactive bottle on our left. I chuckled, and brushed her stray hair back behind her ears, before sucking in her lip for a quick kiss. "Well you did ask me to fuck you," repeating what I had said earlier. She glared at me, which I snickered at. "I didn't expect to be fucked by a bottle," she said primly. "What?" I said questioningly, "Don't tell me you didn't like it." I waggled my eyebrows at her stern face until she broke out in a fit of giggles. "I liked it enough," she said, sighing contently as she leaned against my shoulder. " Actually I liked it a lot. It's so much wider than you, I thought my pussy was going to rip." she whispered. My cock was stirring a bit hearing her say that, but even without checking my phone I knew we didn't have enough time. A real pity, but this was only suppose to be a quick blow and go, not an all out fuck fest. Still though, I wanted to tease her a bit. "Yeah?" I said, my hand going down to lightly touch her. She moaned again, squeezing her arms more tightly around me. "Well good thing you were so wet you dirty little girl," I whispered into her ear. She murmured, and rubbed her face into my shoulder. She was breathing more steady now and not shaking anymore. I continued to lightly touch her, but I felt her pulling away from me. Maybe she was still sensitive from the bottle. Suddenly she pulled back her eyes slightly gloomy. Did I say something wrong? Maybe I should have not said that dirty little girl thing. Now I feel like a pedophile. I'm not a pedophile. "I think we have to get going baby." she said sorrowful. Oh, she's concerned about the time. Damn, I keep forgetting we're still at work. I nod, and release my arms from around her, and she climbs off reaching for her pants up front. I pull out the little bag of essentials, mainly dry towels and moistened towelettes for us to wipe our selves with. We clean up, and soon we're back to mostly regular appearances. Although, once again the front of my slacks have a huge wet spot. I desperately try to dry it with a rag, Amber trying to hold back a snicker. "Sorry about that," she says with a barely disguised smirk. I scowl for a a few seconds before I started laughing, to which she joins in with uncontrolled giggling. I give up after a few vain rubs, and I just zip myself up, grabbing the bottle I fucked her with as we leave my car. She quickly grabs her purse and comes over to my side of the car, looking up into my eyes with that dreamy look of hers. I smile at her again, and take her chin into my hand, planting another soft kiss on her lips which she returns just as carefully. I reluctantly let her go, and a rueful look comes over my face. "Well thank you for meeting up with me today," I run my hand over her hair again, to which she briefly closes her eyes. She told me a while ago that she liked when I stroked her hair, it made her feel so safe. I tried to do it as often as possible during our sessions once she told me that. "I really appreciate you dealing with my...money issue," I say slightly flustered. She giggles and nods accepting my subtle apology. Never fucking again will I be short with her. I'm gonna tip her 200 percent for the next few sessions. "Don't worry about it baby. Thanks for making me cum twice like a dirty slut," she says, a husky tone in her voice. My cock is getting a little stiff. Down boy, down. "And that was quite an experience," her eyes darting over to the bottle I'm clutching. "What are you going to do with that?" she asks. "Oh this? I was thinking about bringing to a friend, maybe we can replicate the flavor and I can drink it all day." I bring the bottle up to my lips and swirl my tongue around it. I run my tongue over my lips, smacking them as if I'm trying to assess the taste. Of course, it tastes better than anything I will eat in the world. She quietly moans as I lick the bottle, her hands tightening around the strap of her purse. Ooh I got you going too huh? I grin at her, to which she returns a little smirk at me. We stand there a few pregnant seconds before we both have to go. As I'm about to open my mouth and say my goodbyes, she blindsides me. "Listen," she says, surprising me. I tilt my head at her, wondering what she has to say next. "You know, I haven't been seeing any other guys since I met you." she said quietly. This is the first time I've heard her talk about other clients, other men she fucked. It makes my blood boil for some reason. I imagine some grubby asshole roughly feeling her tits as he fucked her with his greasy dirty cock and I have to push the thoughts away with great difficulty. "Really?" I reply back, trying to sound calm and disconnected. Underneath I'm a bundle of fiery nerves and anxiety. "Yeah. How about you?" she questions me, almost wistfully. I can tell she's hoping I'll say the same thing, but I can't. I gulp down nervously. I don't want to hurt her, but I did see a girl recently. I called Destiny in between sessions with Amber when I was really horny. Ever since I first met Amber, I actually hadn't seen some of my other regulars for some time. I even got an email from one asking me if I was going to visit anytime soon, to which I still have yet to answer. Anyway, she was just plain unable to meet up for whatever reason, so in a moment of desperation I dialed up Destiny. Destiny was usually my fall back girl, the one I would always be able to get a nut off with. To my utter shock, I was barely able to get hard when I was with Destiny, and I limped to an orgasm with her. She looked puzzled because I was almost always able to cum easily with her. I racked my brain for hours trying to figure out why I couldn't even get hard with Destiny, and then I realized it's because it wasn't Amber I was with. It wasn't my little mousy brunette between my legs stroking my cock. It wasn't my goddess who sunk herself on my length, begging to cum as I drove back with equal fervor. It wasn't my girl who I kissed passionately for hours on end even after a session ended. I didn't know what to do with the knowledge, so I just buried it deep within myself. Until now. I take a deep breath, before I speak again. "I...I did see another girl. A regular from before." her eyes appear a little pained at that, and I regret saying it. But I have to get it out there, and I never want to lie to her. Still though, her aura if that's what I would call it and her general body language is saying that she's excruciatingly hurt by my confession. I have to clear it up though, I have to tell her everything. "But it just...wasn't the same like I am with you." Her eyes brightened up a bit when I said that. "It's just different with you...I couldn't even get hard all the way with her. I don't think I'm going to see her again. I don't think I want to see any other girl while I'm with you." I have to stop myself a couple times, composing my words carefully. It's true though, I really didn't want to see any other girl when I was with Amber. Even when I called Destiny, something felt elementally wrong about the whole affair. "I don't need to see any other girl when I'm thinking about you," I quietly admit, staring into the ground. I can't look at her when I saying such emotionally charged words. I look back at her, and she's hanging on to my every word. She's breathing a little heavily, and there's emotion running in her eyes. She sucks her lips in, biting down on them as she plays with her hands for a couple seconds processing what I said. She looks away from me, staring at the ground as well before locking eyes with me again. "The...the reason I a-asked," she's stuttering, and blinking away what could have been tears. "What is it," I said instantly dropping the bottle. I step in closer to her, wrapping my arms around her body, holding tightly. I'm mentally kicking myself for even telling her about Destiny, but I want to be honest for her. I am relieved to tell her now though, instead of some distant point in the future. We can jump feet first into whatever we're doing right now with no secrets. She places her hands on my chest, taking in slow breaths trying to steady herself. "The reason I asked," she said looking into my eyes again. "Is because I wanted to get tested for everything. I want to know if you would too....so we can feel each other....as lovers" the last word comes out as a whisper, but it might as well been on a loud speaker. This was very different. I open my mouth in surprise, my jaw moving with no sound coming out. She looks sheepish, and afraid as if she said something intractably horrible to me. I close my eyes, now trying to bring myself together so I can clearly talk to her. I never actually had sex without a condom. Even my first time with a girl was a carefully researched affair, and I combed through about 20 websites and bugged my numerous uncles about using protection. I still remember my Uncle Ricardo's chiding laugh as he showed me how to use one on a banana, which he later ate. What a gross fucker. Even more shocking was what she referred to me as. A lover. Not a client, not some douchebag that paid for sex. Another person she cared for, and openly accepted into her arms with no problems, no judgment. I should have seen the growing affection between us that night she stayed over, our bodies acting on their own will and primal lust. We must have fucked a dozen different ways that night, each time ending in a burning orgasm that threatened to consume us. I should have seen it in the way we kissed, tender but possessively. I should have seen it when I couldn't even get hard fucking Destiny with my limp member. She looks like she's about to cry when I open my eyes again. I can only imagine the terror she felt when I appeared dumbfounded in hearing her question, the embarrassment and shame coursing through her mind right now. But my goddess has absolutely nothing to worry about. I've already decided how I should answer. I touch her cheek softly with my hand, and bring her in for a gentle kiss. She moans into my mouth, her hands resuming their usual place around my head as she kisses me more fully. I pull her face just as tightly against mine, and we're making out once again, the same passionate fiery embrace I've grown use to. I'm addicted to this feeling, and I never want it to stop. We part for air, and this time I'm leaning my forehead against hers to keep her at bay for a precious few seconds so I can get out what I want to say. "I....can get tested tomorrow. A full panel. How about you?" I say smiling at her. Fuck that, I'm fucking beaming at her. I'm so happy it's scary. Her face blooms red, and she breaks out in smiles as well. "Me too. Everything," she says excitedly. She's standing on her toes as she says this. Her hands have released my face, and now her arms are looped around my shoulders. "Because you know, as hot as the bottle was," she says giggling. "It would be nice not to have to worry about condoms during our sessions. We don't have to get held up by that." I was wondering if there was another reason why she was asking this. I thought it was for the more intimate reason, but it made sense. There were plenty of times I would have liked to just pull down her pants or flip up her dress and just take her without having to pause and put on a condom. It really killed the vibe. "But what about, you know babies and stuff?" I asked. Condoms did protect against two things, and I wasn't exactly ready for a baby just yet. At least not in the next five years or so. At least until I can find a woman I would want to share a child with. She smiled, and patted her purse as if it were some magical artifact. "I'm on the pill." :"Oh, cool." I dumbly replied back. Of course, what girl born in the last 4 decades wouldn't be on birth control. I have five sisters, two of which are lesbians and they certainly aren't at risk of getting pregnant. I found out the hard way during family dinner that girls used it to regulate their volatile periods, and in the coming years of hormones and puberty I wanted to kiss, no fuck the inventor of birth control pills. Hopefully it was a woman, but I would make an exception if it were a guy. He's gotta get rewarded somehow. She merely giggled at my stupid response and leaned in for another deep lingering kiss, before reluctantly leaving my arms. I felt empty when her warmth left me, and just a little sad. I always hated leaving her, even when my livelihood depended on it. "I really have to get going baby," she said, the same melancholic look in her eyes. I can see she's not at all too excited to leave me and go back to her own shit storm. "Yeah, I do too." I check my cell absentmindedly. I still have ten minutes to get back to work, but right now I just want to spend the rest of my day with Amber instead of going back to some rude French assholes and binary code. "If the tests are all clear," she says tentatively. "Would you want to meet tomorrow night?" her eyes are staring at me with such longing I can't believe it. "Y-yeah," I stutter out surprised. I guess she can't enough of me as well. "Excellent," her eyes lighting up with excitement now. "I'm looking forward to it." I cross the space between us again and pull her in for another kiss, this one deep and feverish which she returns, her tonguing jamming into my mouth. We hold it for a few seconds before we break apart, our breathing uneven again. "Me too," I whisper, "And when our tests come back all clear, I'm going to fuck you from sundown to sunrise." I say huskily. She moans and pulls me in for another deep kiss, biting on my lip before pulling off. "You're gonna fuck me hard Daddy?" her eyes full of anticipation. "You better believe it baby," I say stroking her hair. She's the one beaming at me now, and she grabs my hand, giving it a kiss before stepping back. "I really have to go now baby," she says no longer sad, but in what I think of as her aroused tone. "But I hope you know I'm gonna touch myself all night long thinking about tomorrow." she feels the front of her pants for effect, and my cock instantly tents up in my still wet slacks. She turns around and scurries away, her hand reaching into her purse and pulling out her cell phone. I think she's calling her work to let them know she's late. I throw the bottle away and leave the garage. As I'm climbing the stairs back to my floor, I pass by some of my co-workers, including a comely woman named Sofia who giggles at the wet spot on my pant. I barely notice, my mind focused on one thing only. I'm interrupted from my thoughts when my phone rings. I check it, to see I have one picture message. I open it up, and my mouth opens up in a wordless gasp. It's Amber, spreading her lips as she fingers herself in a bathroom stall. Her scrubs are by her ankle, and her mouth is opened up in an exquisite moan. The text underneath said "Couldn't even wait for tonight Daddy." I can't fucking wait for tomorrow when the clinic opens. |
"That will be four dollars and fifty cents." Sasha brushed her dark hair out of her face and reached out to take the money from the patron. Every time Sasha got a new customer she would look them up and down and immediately make a judgment as to what kind of customer they would be. Sweaty and breathy meant there was no time for small talk. Designer clothing and a good dye job meant the world had to come to halt for his or her needs. Then there were the few oddballs, the kind of people you don't really expect to see in Merry Mary's Muffins Pastry Shop. For instance, there was a woman would wear her headphones with the sound turned all the way up and she always wore and inexplicable windbreaker, despite it being either too hot to be tolerable, or insufficient against the cold wind. Her name was Mary Beth and she would peruse the display before, inevitably, ordering only a small coffee. Then there was Bruce, who was always on his phone, openly discussing with one mistress or another how he was planning on leaving his wife. To Sasha's knowledge, Bruce was not married, and was rotating approximately five would-be mistresses. Sasha handed Lenny, a older blonde and lanky regular who always ordered a blueberry crumble muffin and a black coffee with a dollop of foam, his order. He flashed her his usually half smile; of course this was in conjunction with the quick glance at her breasts. After two years of seeing Lenny do this, Sasha was actually wondering why he doesn't she openly gawk like she suspected he wanted. When Lenny left the shop was empty, save for Alex in the back. Sasha felt grateful that closing the shop was going to be easy that night. Trying to close while dealing with a long line of customers who don't what they want was a nightmare. Sasha drew a deep breath and reached for the keys to lock the front door from behind the register. She walked over the front door and locked the deadbolt. She looked up the glass and studied her faint reflection. Overall, she felt happy with her looks. She had an olive skin tone, which was nice and even. Though she not the thinnest woman in the world, she was by no means overweight. She had a soft elegance about her - her almond shaped eyes fit well with her pouty lips, the arch of her waist met smoothly with the curve of her hips creating and hourglass figure. Though Sasha would have given anything to be a bit taller, standing at 5'1 made reaching things on the shelves difficult and made it hard to be taken seriously. She began to collect the trash and dishes not picked up in the last sweep. Alex, her friend whom had gotten her this job, was working in the back scrapping out plates and throwing away unsold pastries. The policy was two days, and it had to go. "Hey Sash, would you mind bringing me the trays in the display cases? I think those scones have seen better days." Alex called from the back kitchen. Sasha gathered two trays, all she could hold, and walked through the double doors. Alex had taken off his work polo, and was wearing and undershirt. Sasha could never understand how Alex could have such a toned and tanned body despite being the laziness son of bitch she had ever met. He worked the bare minimum, and when he got home all he did was smoke pot and, well, that was it. With his dark blonde hair, brilliantly hazel eyes and beautiful body made him almost unreasonably attractive. Their coworkers all found it extremely odd that Sasha had never slept with him. Sasha did, too, in fact. Alex looked at Sasha with irritation when he saw at her bounty of two trays. "God damn it, I forgot you're a munchkin who can't carry jack's worth of shit. You stay here and bag all of this, I will bring back the trays or else we'll be until midnight." "It's only five-thirty smart ass." Sasha sniped back. "My point exactly!" Alex quipped. "Screw you!" Alex raised an eyebrow as if to say "yeah?" Sasha turned away and felt her face get hot. The real reason she had never slept with Alex was because she was too intimidated. What if she was bad at it? What if he saw her naked body and immediately decided he could do better? She was no virgin, but damn if he didn't make her feel like one. Sasha turned back to face Alex but he had already gone through the double doors, back into the shop front. Another shot lost. Feeling slightly defeated by her own sheepishness, Sasha turned to bag all of the old pastries when she heard a terrible cry and crash come from the front. It was Alex's voice. The scream sent an immediate chill through Sasha's body. She ran as fast as she could through double doors and surveyed the scene. There was a spurt of blood on the front display case near the cash register and a pool of blood slowly oozing from behind the counter. Sasha ran over, not knowing what she would find. As she made her way around the corner of the counter, she slipped and fell sideways into the large pool of blood that had collected around Alex's body. As she struggled to become grounded in the warm and slippery horrific mess, she crawled over to Alex who was attempting gasp for air, but could only manage gurgle through a large gaping rip in his neck. Sasha grabbed him and pulled him up to her lap. Hot tears and sharp gasps washed over Sasha as she struggled to make sense of the tragedy that was unfolding. A moment ago she was closing the store and grateful for the quiet. Now she was holding on to her friend who was drowning in his own blood. "Who did this to you? What happened?" Sasha cried. Alex could offer no answers. All of sudden he was no longer moving, his skin blue and pale, coated in his own blood. Sasha looked at Alex's face and realized that whatever did this to him was still in the shop. She had to leave quickly. She crawled out from behind the counter and scanned the room. The double doors were swaying. The silence was overwhelmingly eerie. She stood up quickly and made a mad dash for the keys that were on the counter. She bolted for the front door and was struck by a force so quick and powerful she was already sliding across the floor before she knew what happened. She dove underneath a stable and hid. She knew she could not escape. She hadn't even seen what had struck her. She looked out into shop front. There was nothing. Only her bloodily footsteps leading to the door and the streak of blood caused by her fall. Before Sasha could wrap her mind around what all was happening, the table top was ripped away from above her. All she could make out was a pair of bright yellow eyes before she was grabbed and thrown across the room with such force that she cleared the register and three dining tables before slamming in a heap on the other side of the shop against the opposite wall. Before she could let loose a scream the creature was on top of her, holding her neck so tight she she had instant tunnel vision. She raised her hand to fend off the attack, and felt, to her horror, coarse fur. Then there was nothing. When Sasha awoke, she wasn't entirely certain she was still alive. She drew a deliberate breath. Her chest hurt. She surveyed her body - it ached. Pain isn't something you feel when you're dead, right? She opened her eyes wider to look down at herself. She was covered in bruises and a few cuts, but she was otherwise intact. Her clothes were different. She was wearing a black silk nightgown. A bit too big for her small frame. Her nipples showed slightly due to the deep neckline. She then looked at the room. It was furnished kind of like a New York loft. It was big and open, the walls a deep matte red. Except one wall, it was a glossy blue. All of the read walls had paintings, various nudes and others that didn't seems to be anything at all; just colors fighting each other. On the blue stood a tall mirror. There were shelves that held blankets, towels and various articles of clothing next to a long bench table on the other side of the room. The bed she was on was large and luxurious, like those she had seen in the period-dramas she had loved so much. Sasha stood up quickly. Though first she was in awe of the fact that she was alive, panic rushed over her as she realized that not only was alive, but alive and in a large room which she had never seen before, owned by God-knows- who and there for God-knows-what. What was most chilling, was that this room had no visible door. "I am very sorry about your friend." A deep voice called from behind her. Sasha jumped at the voice, and was terrified when she saw whom it belonged to. He stood at 6'0, had golden skin, slick dark black hair and had the body of Greek statue and completely naked as such. Normally Sasha would have found this attractive, however the blood red irises of his eyes and horn like bones that ran down the length of his back made him look down right frightening. He inched closer towards her, his movement fluid and most decidedly non-human. No human could ever move with such grace. She felt at once captivated and frightened by his presence. "My pet, Nanouk got out from this in-between. He's fairly harmless on this plane, but in yours he's quite vicious. I think your people have created the lycan myth surround his kind. Luckily I was able to catch him fairly quickly, but he had already killed your friend. I decided to bring you back here, to make sure you healed properly. You would have died on your plane. Nanouk is deadly to your kind." The man-beast walked closer towards Sasha. She took another step back before she fell back onto the bed. Within the blink of an eye, he was next to her. He placed his hand on her leg. "You need not worry. On this plane you are safe. You won't change. You won't die." He looked her up and down with pity. "Amazing what fragile creatures you humans are." Sasha pushed away from him, but he had a firm grip on her leg. "What are you talking about? Where am I? Who are you?" Sasha screamed. She felt like she sounded like a bad caricature of a kidnapping victim. But all of this was so bizarre, she couldn't think of anything else to say. "All in time, dear. My name is Braxon and you will be staying here for a while." He pulled her closer to him effortlessly. He ran his hand up her leg until he got to her pussy. Unsurprisingly, he didn't seem to think she required underwear. "Get away from me!" Sasha yelled. Even after Alex was killed and she was attacked by an unknown beast, only to result in being taken to another realm and held captive by a creature of unknown species, it never crossed Sasha's mind that she could become a sexual toy. The look on Braxon's face told her everything she needed to know, he was going to use her in any way he saw fit. He pushed his weight on top of her body and she was powerless to stop him. "You human women are so soft, so breakable." He breathed into her ear. She could feel his hard muscles pushing against her body. His skin was impossibly smooth, soft yet with hard definition. He raised her hands above her head and pinned it with one of his powerful hands. He used his free hand to explore her small body, dwarfed even more by his massive frame. With the tips of his fingers he traced small lines down her body, beginning at her neck and slowly dragging down to her nipple. He pinched it, sending a wave of pain, fear and pleasure through Sasha's body. He rubbed his hand slowly on her belly and then began to kiss her neck. "You are definitely the most beautiful of your kind that I have brought here. The problem is usually because you all speak too much. Cry too much. Your kind never appreciates all of the good all the good I do. The pleasure I can give. You, I think, will be different." He ran his hand down to her pussy again, gently rubbing her lit. He turned his face towards hers; fear and tears washed over Sasha as she accepted the inescapability of her situation. If she didn't do what he asked she knew she would end up like ever other weak human Braxon had brought back to where ever this place was. She knew she would die. She was terrified - she just wanted all of this to end. Before she could think any more Braxon made two swift and effortless movements to remove her dress; so fast she didn't even realize she was disrobed before she felt his body pressed against her naked flesh. Once her clothes were removed Braxon showed less restraint. He pawed all over her body - licking and kissing her neck, sucking on her nipples firmly, making his was down to her slit, tonguing down her sweet juices. His tongue was long and strong. Had Sasha not be overcome with fear and panic she would have enjoyed it, but this unwanted violation made her feel used and disposable. She let out a little whimper, and tried in vain to close her legs. For the first time, she saw a flash over anger across Braxon's face. His blood red eyes literally glowed with rage. "What is your concern? I am trying to make you feel good, I can take this from you the hard way, if you want to end up like the other worthless humans who have failed to leave this place." Braxon grabbed Sasha by her hair and threw her to the floor. She fell hard, and got up and tried to scramble away. But there was no door, so Sasha tried to run to take cover under the long bench table at the far side of the room. With unfathomable speed Braxon was in front of her and grabbed her by the neck. Sasha struggled for air, using her weak and already bruised arms to try to fend of the beast. He gave her a slap that sent her flying a few feet to the ground, where she left out a weak scream as the wind was knock out of her. Crying, Sasha tried to get up again in vain; Braxon had her again, and with one swift rush she was back on the bed, this time face down. "I can forgive you, I know you are only scared." He whispered softly. "But don't try that again, or I might not be able to help myself. Sasha cried harder into the pillow and he resumed running his hands down her body. He shoved one of his massive fingers into her pussy. "You have not been touched by many I take it. You're still wonderfully tight. It's ok that you are dry, I will take care of that." With that Braxon spit on her pussy, lubricating the inside with the movement of his finger. She could feel his smooth naked body shudder with pleasure and his massive cock rub against the back f her legs. "I think you're ready enough." He said before removed his finger and began to push his cock into her pussy. There was resistance - her small supple body had never taken a prick so big. The pain reminded Sasha of her first time getting fucked, but it was more severe. She cried out. "Please, no! I would do anything you want please just don't hurt me. I want to go home." "Shut up! I've already told you, you simple creature, that will not be happening!" The rage in his voice make Sasha cry harder. He pushed her face so hard into the pillow she thought she would suffocate. He pushed harder into Sasha until he was inside. Her scream was muffled by the pillow. He worked his cock in and out of her opening, and if felt like he was pushing harder and faster with each movement. "Don't worry," he said between breathy gasps of pleasure, "I know I could hurt you, but I will be gentle." Nothing felt gentle about the way he fucking Sasha. he moved faster, faster than she had even been screwed. She cried more into the pillow. She felt all at once terror, pain and pleasure. She couldn't help but struggle, Braxon hardly noticed her feeble attempts to fight back as he moaned and fucked her hard. "You are by far the tightest and sweetest human I have ever brought here. Your pussy is amazing. You feel so good!" Braxon's back arched with increased effort. He momentarily leg go of Sasha head. She popped her head back up, drew in a deep breath and screamed. "Please someone help me!" Braxon pulled her cock out of her and flipped her back onto her back. He place one his his huge hands over her mouth and the other one grabbed her tit firmly. "I am all the help you will need, you insect." He growled. He shoved his cock into her again. He put his mouth to her neck and bit down. He worked her pussy furiously and gracefully. Every stroke was deliberate and fluid. He traced his tongue down to her nipple and fucked her harder and faster. Hot tears still flowed from Sasha's eyes. He uncovered her mouth. This time Sasha did not yell - she was afraid of what would happen if she did. She gasp for air and he pinned her arms down and fucked her the hardest he had yet. Pleasure, though unwanted and not understandable, swelled in Sasha's body. She relaxed a little bit; when she did his eyes stopped glowing with anger. He worked her pussy faster and harder, panting harder and harder with each push. She felt hot liquid shoot inside her and he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. "You - were - amazing." He panted between gasps. Braxon got up from the bed. He did not seem very much interested in Sasha anymore, instead when to the wall to study one of the nude paintings hanging from the wall. He turned to Sasha. "You were the best human I have ever had. Don't worry, you will get used to me and soon you will want me to fuck. You will beg me to fuck you. Like her." He pointed to the painting of a blonde nude woman. "I don't think, however, you will end up like her." End up like her? What did that even mean? What happened to all of the humans Braxon had brought back. Braxon went to a shelf and grabbed an overly ornate towel. He walked over and handed it to Sasha. "Here, clean yourself off. You will be able to bathe soon, but for now you should rest. I will make sure you are fed. And with that Braxon began to walk away. With a flash of light, a puff of smoke and crack similar to that of whip he vanished. Sasha took the towel and rubbed all of his juices off of her. The tears began to dry on her face. She had not idea what to think or how to feel. She just knew she would not be leaving any time soon - if ever. **Narrator** Andy was in his third year of college. Junior year. Things were starting to get easier as he finished his most challenging courses he was hoping to find a girlfriend. He had dated a girl during his freshman year of high school, but hadn't done much with the opposite sex since then. It didn't help that he was short, skinny, and generally socially awkward and nerdy, but he hoped that his 3.8 GPA and $60K offer from a big 4 audit firm would give him a little credibility for the right girl. And that girl, in Andy's opinion, was Stephanie. Stephanie was also an accounting major, and a smart one at that. The two often vied for the top grade in any classes they shared. They were friendly, but nothing more than acquaintances, having worked together on a group project only once. But with a new term just starting, and Andy being next to Stephanie on the seating chart, he figured this was the time to get to know her better. She was single as far as he knew, and had been for quite some time, though Andy was convinced that wouldn't last for long. Although Andy was right about Stephanie's dating status, he was unaware that her sexual life was quite busy. She was a bit of a jersey chaser, sleeping regularly with members of the basketball team and occasionally the football team. They weren't the boyfriend type, but their sexual skills were unparalleled and she grew accustomed to a-spot orgasms while riding their seven to nine inch cocks. She had slept with a few non-athletes, but they were less than impressive, either in their sexual skills, their stamina, the size of their members, or in may cases, all of the above. To top it off, she was less turned on by them, which made the sex worse even if they were equally skilled. The non-athletes Stephanie slept with also happened to be white, whereas most, but not all, of the athletes she slept with were black, given the racial makeup of her college's basketball and football teams. While she preferred athletes to non-athletes, she felt that there were differences between the races in sexual prowess once the athlete prerequisite was applied. The white guys were more willing to go down on her, which she loved, but the black guys had a sexier attitude that set the mood for a multi-hour lovemaking session. In general, she loved the take-charge attitude of athletes, how they were confident and aware enough to know that she wanted to sleep with them. They didn't ask for consent because they knew they had it. She didn't like guys who asked for consent -- it was a big turn off. She wanted guys to know whether or not she wanted to sleep with them and to act accordingly. Andy was ignorant to all of this, however, as he started flirting with Stephanie. As the term went on, they became closer, with Stephanie considering him a new friend. Andy confided in his roommate, Mark, who was more popular with the women on campus, and asked him for advice. "Dude, you know that she's like a jersey chaser, right?" Mark asked. "Umm, no, what does that mean?" "It's a girl who fucks athletes." "Oh..." Andy's heart sank, "well, maybe she's looking for something else." "I don't know man. I suggest shoot your shot and move on. Be bold, ask her on a nice date and maybe it'll be different enough for her that she'll say yes." So Andy did just that. He asked her to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town, an Italian steakhouse. For her part, Stephanie was interested. For one, she loved steak. But she was getting a little tired of being single. Wide receivers were great for fulfilling her sexual cravings, but they left a lot to be desired in the cuddling department, or the foot massage department. She wanted someone she could shop with, take to her parents' house for dinner, and cry with when she had a rough day. So she said yes. When she got back to her apartment, Stephanie told Whitney, her best friend, roommate, and fellow jersey chaser, about her upcoming date. "Wow, I'm so excited for you!" Whitney exclaimed. "But don't you usually date athletes?" "Well, yeah...but I don't know if I would call it dating!" Stephanie giggled. "I'm looking for someone more stable and mature. Andy is a really cool guy and I think we could have a real relationship and I haven't really had that." Andy dressed up, wearing a button down shirt, sports jacket, and his best dress pants. Stephanie wore a conservative but stylish black dress that hit just above the knee -- a far different look from her typical frat party attire. The two had a fabulous time at dinner, which ended up lasting over two hours as conversation flowed and laughter ensued. Stephanie was charmed by Andy's easygoing but intelligent personality and Andy lost himself in her beautiful brown eyes. After the restaurant, they took a walk and she kissed him on the cheek as he dropped her off at her apartment. Andy asked her to a movie the following weekend, but it was the same night as the basketball team's big game against their division rivals, so Stephanie made up an excuse. She couldn't miss the game and the party that followed. She spent Saturday night partying and getting railed by Derek, a forward on the basketball team who was one of her favorites. She went out with Andy on Sunday night instead, and they had a great time together. Flirtatious texting and banter before and after class followed, and the two quickly became an item. **Stephanie** _I love spending time with Andy. He's so sweet and smart and we have so much fun together. I've never enjoyed spending time with a guy like I do with him. I don't know how to handle our physical relationship though. We've kissed and that's been fun, but I'm nervous about having sex with him. I know I'll be disappointed. He just doesn't turn me on in that way. Even if he's decent, he can't compare to Jamal or Derek or DeAndre. I don't want to bring this disappointment into our relationship. Luckily he hasn't pushed for sex at all, which I appreciate so much, but I can't imagine that will last much longer. I guess I'll tell him I want to save it for marriage. I'll get older and I'll settle down with him. I'm just not ready for that yet. He can understand that._ _Also....I can't stop fucking the other guys. I just can't give that up. If I'm not having sex with Andy, it won't feel like cheating as much. We haven't said we're exclusive after all. I just won't mention it._ **Narrator** Andy and Stephanie started spending most of their time together, at his place or hers, with the exception of nights when there was a game and an after party. Stephanie continued having sex with members of the basketball team, often stopping by on her way home from Andy's to give one of her favorite athletes a blow job or a quickie. Although they hadn't declared that they were exclusive, they became known as an item on campus. The last party of the school year was a big -- and exclusive. The fraternity houses banded together to rent a club downtown and about 10% of the student body could get a ticket to the Last Bash. Of course, all the frat bros and sorority girls got one automatically, including extras to hand out to people they deemed hot enough to be included. Everyone else had to wait for the lottery -- with odds of roughly 5%. "Let's sign up for the lottery for the Last Bash," prompted Andy. Stephanie knew this party was too big to hide from her boyfriend. "Oh, uhh, I actually already have a ticket sweetie." "You do?!? How?" "I got invited by a friend," Stephanie responded. "Oh...who?" _He sounds so disappointed...poor guy._ Stephanie thought. "Jamal from the basketball team. We have a couple of classes together. Wasn't that nice of him?" "Yeah totally, just as long as he doesn't think it's a date or something. I'll sign up for the lottery but I probably won't win." "Oh, uh no I think he's just being nice. He said he had several tickets he's handing out. Hey, I don't have anything to wear...will you help me pick out a dress for the party?" Andy coupled Stephanie to the mall and after some persuading on her part, bought her a $300 purple mini dress and a $150 pair of 4.5" high heels. Of course, Stephanie actually was going as Jamal's date, and Andy did not win a ticket. She was dressed to kill, wearing dress that hugged her curves and featured a deep v-neckline to highlight her 34DD breasts. She danced with Jamal and other guys all night before Jamal ordered a cab to take them back to his place, where they fucked for hours before she took an Uber home at 4am. Andy spent the night at home, anxious for the first time in their young relationship. He trusted her, but this was a big party and he knew the guys would be after her all night. Her dress was very sexy and he was confused as to why she wore such a slutty dress to the party when she dressed so conservatively around him. He finally jerked off to her Facebook pictures and fell asleep. After finals, they were making out in the back seat of Andy's car when he put his hand on her breast. _"Uh oh, here we go,"_ thought Stephanie. "Do you want to, uh, go back to my place?" Andy asked. Stephanie was actually feeling a little horny. He was a good kisser. But she did not want to have sex with him because she was afraid of repercussions to their relationship if she didn't like it. And Jamal had said she could come over. "Uh, I'm actually getting kind of tired. How about I come over tomorrow night?" She couldn't reject him entirely. This would at least give her some time to think about it. Andy agreed, and dropped her off at her place. She went in, changed out of her conservative t-shirt and jeans and into a crop top, mini skirt and heels for Jamal, and took an Uber to his place. Jamal was one of her favorites. A forward on the basketball team, he was 6'7" with a dick to match. He had actually measured it for her -- as an accountant the numbers were meaningful to her -- and it was 9 inches long and 4.5 inches in girth. His length hit her a-spot perfectly from any position, and his average girth allowed her to ride him as hard as she wanted without feeling sore the next morning. With other guys, she usually had to blow them for a bit to get wet enough to take their fat dicks but she was always ready for Jamal -- and he was always ready for her. After two hours of loud, animalistic sex, and 4 orgasms for her, he came into his Magnum XXL condom for the second time. She laid her head on his thick black chest for a few minutes before he kicked her out and she called an Uber home. When she got home, Whitney greeted her. "Well, how was Jamal?" "Amazing, as always. Fuck, he's such a stud...but I have a problem...Andy made a move on me tonight. I pushed it to tomorrow but its going to come up." "Oh boy...yea this was inevitable though. I mean, why not just have sex with him? You really like him, right? He's cute enough. How bad can it be?" "It isn't that I think it'll be bad...well, I kinda do, but I'm afraid if he doesn't live up to DeAndre or Derek, that I'll see him differently and it will ruin our relationship." "I see...but how long do you think you can keep this up? I mean, you're gonna have to stop at some point if you stay with him." "I guess...I'm just not ready to give it up just yet. I think I'm gonna tell him I want to wait until marriage." Whitney laughed, "I guess...that's one way to do it. Heck, he'll probably buy it. You're kind of a size queen right?" Stephanie giggled, "well...I do tend to fuck really big guys. In fact, I can't remember the last time I was with a guy smaller than like 6 inches." "So how big do you think Andy's dick is?" "That's a good question...I have no idea." "You mean you've never felt him up while you were making out?" "I didn't want him to get any ideas..." "Let's ask him! Come on!" Whitney urged. "Okay, but you text him." _I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Why don't you send me a picture of what you're working with so I can prepare :)_ Andy answered that he was excited too, and he sent a dick pic. "I can't really tell how big it is from that angle. Ask him to send another one, with a ruler measuring length and a tape measure for girth," Whitney said. Stephanie texted him accordingly, and Andy obliged. The measurements came in at 4.5" in length and 4.5" in girth. "Wait, he's not even five inches!" Stephanie exclaimed as Whitney laughed. "I've never fucked anyone that small," Stephanie commented. "I guess you are a size queen," Whitney replied. "I can't see myself fucking a dick that small, so if that makes me a size queen then count me in." The following evening, Stephanie put on another conservative outfit and went to Andy's. He served her homemade pork chops with a baked potato, and they watched a movie. After the movie, he started kissing her and she stopped him. "Look Andy, we can keep kissing, and I love making out with you, but this is as far as I want it to go. Our relationship is really special to me and I want to save sex for marriage," she explained. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess that makes sense. I'm sorry sweetie," Andy replied. "Thanks for understanding babe. I just think it'll be so special if we focus on us now and save sex for later, don't you think?" "Sure sweetie. That sounds fine," Andy sighed disappointedly. And that was that. |
**Part I - Nathan** Everyone has their story – you know, the one they tell whenever there is someone new to hear it, especially someone they want to impress or shock. Like my Uncle Jack's story of how he and Aunt Carmen met at the top of the Eiffel Tower because he "fainted" from his fear of heights and came to looking up her very short skirt. Or Grandma Lillian's story of how she and her sister Maggie sucked and fucked the hired men every Friday night when Grandpa Bert was at his weekly poker game with Maggie's husband Hank. Or how my twin cousins Lucas and Caleb learned everything they know about sex from their older sister Roxanne and her best friend Andrea, starting with an 18th-birthday party turned orgy – not that they tell that story to very many people though! I could go on and on with these titillating little bits from my family's sexual escapades, but not this time. My name is Aliandre – this is my story, and I want to share it with you. There's no way to avoid saying it, so I'll just spit it out. I was a goody- two-shoes – at school, I was the kid who got picked to be the teacher's helper, and the classroom monitor, and all those other deadly jobs that teachers think up to "reward" good students with. At home, I was mostly respectful and obedient and did what I was supposed to do. But things are not always as they seem. While I didn't mind being good, it did seem to be a bit boring. I knew there were kids who were NOT respectful or obedient, and I wondered how they got away with it. Like most kids, I knew there was "stuff" that parents did not talk about to kids. Like, that boys and girls were different for a reason – I just didn't know the reason! I accidentally had my first orgasm the summer I turned ten – and played with myself until I figured out how to have one again. I'm happy to say that I have been addicted to them ever since. My fantasy life began at about this time, as did my fascination with erotic literature. I was, and am, an avid reader of any erotica I get my hands on. Most adults don't think that an 11- or 12-year- old girl is going to go rooting through their library looking for erotica, but I did. And I usually found something good. We can fast-forward through most of my teen years – with a couple very brief steps on to the wild side, I was still a goody-goody virgin with an aching, wet pussy. There was one brief interlude when I was 13 when I acquired rather by accident a 16-year-old boyfriend with only one thing on his mind – and all of you know what that was! I have to admit that I was very curious as to what it would be like to let him have what he wanted, but he just didn't make me feel all hot and bothered. Just bothered, and not in a good way. The only real experience I gained was that first kisses should not be sloppy open-mouthed attacks! I still shudder at the thought. I did a lot of baby-sitting during my high school years, and found that once the children were asleep and my homework was done (goody-goody, remember!) I was pretty much left sitting there with nothing to do but play with myself. Often there was some sort of sexy literature on the book case, and I always found it. One woman even subscribed to Playgirl; I was ecstatic when I found those! But I digress... The best thing that ever happened during my baby-sitting teen years occurred late one summer night just after I turned 18. It had been a very long and boring, frustrating evening. Jennifer and Nathan's kids had been angels – as usual. They went to bed easily, and straight to sleep – no bother there. It was summer – no homework to do. And for some reason, I just couldn't find anything to read that "did it" for me. There wasn't even anything worth watching on TV in those pre-satellite days! When at last they got home, Jennifer said, "Ali, I'm really, really tired. Is it okay if Nathan drives you home tonight? I'd like to just check in on the kids, and go to bed." She usually drove me home – she didn't seem to think it was right for her husband to drive a teenage girl anywhere alone. But tonight was different, I guess. It was after 3:00 a.m., and I lived out in the country, about twenty-five miles away, so a ride was a real necessity. "Sure, I don't mind. It is really late." Even though I could smell alcohol on his breath, I figured Nathan had gotten them home safe, so it would be okay. Besides, I felt a sudden tingle at the chance to be alone with a real man; even if he was married, he was gorgeous! Tall, with dark curly hair, blue eyes, and a muscular body. Jennifer paid me, and said good night, and I left the house with Nathan. We exchanged a few banal remarks as we got into his old truck – a 1966 Chevy with a bench seat, no seat belts and a floor shift that required real muscle to use. Then we didn't seem to have anything else to say as we headed out onto the deserted street. Then, at the stop sign at the end of the block, Nathan's hand brushed my thigh as he shifted gears. He laughed a quick, "Sorry about that, Ali!" as the truck came to a full stop. I thought nothing of it – it happens, right? – and besides, like I said, he was pretty damn hot. As I shifted a little on the seat to make sure it would happen again, I said, "No problem Nathan." And sure enough, when we pulled away from the stop sign, and out onto the highway, the back of his hand rubbed against my thigh again. I smiled to myself, and looked at him from under my lashes. He glanced over to see if I minded, caught me looking at him with a smile on my face, and quickly turned his eyes back to the empty road ahead, looking for the turn-off that led further out of town. But he kept his hand right where it was, on the gear shift, touching me. A moment later, Nathan slid his hand onto my thigh and squeezed gently, pulling me over toward the centre of the seat. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye judging my reaction. When I smiled a little wider, he slid his hand right up my leg and tugged again. Then, with his hand resting firmly at the top of my thigh, he began to rub my mound. I was a little startled, but so turned on! With a sigh I slid a little closer to him, letting my legs fall apart slightly, inviting more. As the truck slowed for another turn, this time onto the empty country road, Nathan asked softly, "Did that feel good, Ali, my sweetheart? Do you like how my hand feels on your little pussy? Do you want more?" He turned his hand so that his fingers curled under, cupping my pussy, and he squeezed, rubbing the tips of his fingers firmly along the seam of my jeans. It felt so good, I couldn't help rubbing back. "Oh, my god, Nathan! Yes! I love how it feels! I've never felt anything this good, ever! Please Nathan, don't stop!" With a quick look in the mirrors, he turned into an abandoned farm yard and turned off the truck. It was a warm, clear night, perfect for open windows. He looked at me, and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" I met his eyes, and replied, "oh, yes, I'm very sure." The next thing I knew, I was being very thoroughly kissed and felt up. His kiss was NOT sloppy; it was hot and intense and tasted like the wine he'd been drinking. My hands found their way into his thick, curly dark hair and I kissed him back as well as I knew how. His hands were eagerly slipping up under the tank top I wore, and cupping my firm tits. I moaned as I felt him deftly undo the front clasp of my skimpy bra. With one quick pull, my tank top and bra landed on the floor of the cab, and I was half naked in front of him. His hands caressed and squeezed my tits as he exclaimed, "Oh my fuckin' god Ali! You're so goddamn beautiful! I love your ass, and your long hair, and you've got such beautiful tits, sweetheart! Every time you come to watch the kids I can hardly keep my hands off these fucking, gorgeous tits!" With that, his mouth dropped to my virgin nipples. I gasped aloud, and sat there stunned, hardly able to breathe as he flicked his hot tongue across my tender little rosebuds. This made up for the long boring hours I had spent being horny and not able to find what I needed to get off properly! The crotch of my panties was completely soaked, and I knew my jeans were soon going to be as well. My hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, and licked, and nibbled my tits. He leaned back at last, and huskily said, "Your tits are just as hot to suck as I knew they'd be. I've wanted to suck them for months, baby, but I could never figure out a way to get you to let me do it. I fuckin' fantasize about sucking your tits all the time." I whispered, "Really? You fantasize about me? God, that makes me so damned horny I can hardly stand it! You make me so hot Nathan, I fantasize about you every time I play with my pussy, imagining that it's your fingers touching me, or your cock fucking me and making me cum." I stopped suddenly, afraid I might have said too much. He reached for my hand, and placed it firmly on the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. I gasped at how hard he was, and how big, and I knew I wanted to see him, and touch him, and taste him. With shaking hands, I reached for the buckle of his belt. He let me unbuckle it, and smiled as I undid the first button of his Levi 501s. My eyes never left the opening of his jeans as I worked those buttons open. I was touching a real cock, even if it was through all that denim! I could hardly believe it! The last button popped open, and he lifted his hips, pushing the jeans down past his ass. The big bulge had swollen into a thick ridge right up the front of his tight shorts, with a blunt purplish tip peaking over the elastic waist. Again he took my hand and set it right on his cock, rubbing it up and down. It was so hot it startled me, and so hard it scared me. "Do you want to taste it, sweetheart? Do you want to lick and suck Nathan's big hard cock, little Ali?" he asked softly. I nodded, feeling terribly naughty...but I did want to lick and suck his cock. I knelt on the floor of the truck cab, and he slid over to the centre of the seat, past the gear shifter – those old bench style seats had their uses! Leaning forward with one hand on his cock and the other steadying myself against his leg, I carefully licked the tip of his cock. Once, twice – I licked him like an ice-cream cone – my tongue soft and wide so it curled around that lovely knob. His sharp gasp of pleasure told me I was doing okay, so I did it again, and again, and then I got brave enough to release his cock from the confining underwear so I could lick more of him. As his cock sprang free from its cotton prison, Nathan lifted his hips to shove his clothes further out of the way, exposing all 8 inches of his thick hard cock, and a set of huge balls. It was obvious even to me that he was really, really enjoying the attention I was giving him. Stroking him gently, I said, "I can't believe how big your cock is, or how hot and hard it is! It's amazing!" "C'mon baby, play with my balls while you suck my big cock. Suck it now, baby. Squeeze my balls sweetheart," Nathan breathed as his strong hands pushed my head down toward his throbbing cock. My open mouth slid over his swollen cock head, pausing briefly as I tasted the pre-cum oozing from it. More insistently, he pushed me down on his cock a bit further before pulling my head back up again, his fingers tangled in my long hair. Slowly I began to bob my head up and down, taking in about three or four inches of his big cock. He seemed satisfied with that, and it was a good thing – I would never have been able to take more, not then. With one hand fondling his big balls, I sucked and licked him for a few minutes, until he lifted my head away from his cock and said, "Better stop that for a minute or I'll cum in your mouth, sweetheart. Lick my big balls for a while, suck them too." I gave him a big smile and did as he asked. His balls were huge, the size of chicken eggs, and his sack hung low enough that I could lift it up away from his cock as I licked. "Suck them right into your mouth baby, that's right, just like that...fuck that feels good, little one!" Nathan kept a hard grip on his cock as I played with his balls, rolling them gently in my hands, and sucking them into my mouth one at a time. After a couple minutes Nathan lowered his cock to me and said, "Okay baby, suck me off. Play with my big balls while you suck my cock. Make me cum in your mouth baby. I need to cum so bad." "I want you to Nathan. I'd like it, a lot. Don't make me stop again; let me suck till you cum... please." With a pleased sound that was half moan and half sigh, he nodded, "Go on, suck me Ali baby...make me cum in your hot mouth." I ducked back down and took him in my mouth again, this time a lot more confidently. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, then pushed down as far as I could, letting my tongue curl around the underside of his cock. As I lifted up, I flicked my tongue back and forth across the throbbing vein I'd discovered there, and he groaned out loud. His hips twitched forward, thrusting into my mouth. I braced my hands on the seat and kept sucking hard, pulling up until only his cockhead was still in my mouth, then sliding back down quickly to do it again. I did it again, and again, and again, until his hips were rocking, thrusting his hard cock up into my mouth in perfect rhythm with my sucking. His hands were locked on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place, while he fucked my mouth. Suddenly the rhythm of his movements changed. "Oh god, girl! Fuck...gotta cum...oh fuck this is good!" Groaning deep in his throat, he thrust hard into my mouth, and it was all I could do just keeping him from going straight down my throat. Harder and harder he fucked my face, going so deep that it made me gag. He ignored my gagging, thrusting into my mouth faster and faster, making his big balls slap my chin and throat. His cock was so big and so hard, and it was getting bigger, and harder, hotter, until...wham! bam! the head of his cock slammed into the back of my throat one last time and thick hot cum spurted from it, filling my mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed...and with every contraction of my throat another spurt of cum erupted from his still throbbing cock. At last, he raised my head from his cock, and kissed me long, and deep and tender. His tongue filled my mouth, seeking any drops of cum that remained there unswallowed. When at last he broke off the kiss, he said, "That was the best blow-job I have ever had, beautiful. You sucked me so hard I knew I'd never be able to last more than a few minutes. Now, why don't you slide out of those jeans and let me return the favour?" "D'you mean it? You'd really lick my pussy? Now?" I was so excited I'd thought I'd cum then and there. "Oh, yah sweetheart, I mean it. I can only think of one thing I'd rather do to your pussy, but that would be a bad idea...so we better stick with licking and eatin' you out." Giggling nervously, knowing exactly what he wanted and wouldn't do, I stripped off my jeans and panties, and traded places with Nathan. He spread my legs wide, and then slipped them over his shoulders as he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue going directly to my aroused clit. "Oh, oh god, that feels so good!" I cried as he slid one long finger deep into me. I was so horny I knew it wouldn't take long to cum, not with Nathan's finger – no, now it was two fingers! – busy stroking in and out of my pussy and his tongue dancing over my clit! Moaning wordlessly I thrust my hips forward, rocking back and forth to the rhythm his fingers set inside me. My fingers thrust into his hair, alternately pulling him away for a moment and then pushing his face back into my pussy. His mouth fastened on my clit and he sucked, just as I'd sucked his cock, his tongue stroking fast and hard. His strong fingers fucked me with hard steady strokes, going so deep. Then I felt it, felt the trembling and jerking begin deep in my muscles as my pussy began to contract in velvet waves. With a cry, I arched my back and pressed against his mouth and fingers. My arms flung back against the seat as the fire of my orgasm washed over me, again and again, easing now into that lovely trembling looseness of afterglow. Nathan slowly lifted his head and withdrew his fingers. Looking right at me, he sucked every drop of my juices off his fingers, then straightened up and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his face and his tongue. Then he sat back and said, "Well young lady, I think I had better get you home now – it just wouldn't do to have anyone come looking for you and find you naked with my face back in your pussy." Much as I hated it, I had to agree. "Can we do this again sometime?" His face lit up with a beautiful sexy smile. "I think we'll just have to find a way, don't you, sweetheart? Anything is possible if you want it bad enough." _Every character in this story is over 18 years of age. Enjoy!_ "Good morning, class! Today we're going to learn how to make aspic." Because aspic is delicious, most of the senior year classed perked up at hearing this. But not Bradford, he was too busy staring at Ms Fox's perfect DD-cup tits. "Bradford! Did you hear me?" Ms Fox got close enough that Bradford could smell the strawberry flavoured lotion she probably moisturised between those honkers with. "We're making aspic today." Bradford leapt out of himself a little and also felt the first stirrings of a boner. "Yes, Ms Fox! I heard you! Lovely aspic!" Ms Fox smiled and moved over to the pig trotters she had weighed and ready. "We're going to start by boiling the trotters until a stiff foam appears." Bradford felt the word'stiff' shoot straight down to his manhood. _Why did we have to make aspic on a day like today? When I've not been able to jerk off since Grandma moved into my bedroom because there's no other place to put her? My balls are screaming out for a physical release._ Bradford composed himself and made a start on the trotters. _Keep calm, Ms Fox is a fox but she's your TEACHER. And aspic is just a wholesome, nutritious 70s dinner, I do not need to penetrate it._ He kept his head down and watched the foam appear, tormenting him with its stiffness. "Ooh, Bradford, yours is very stiff!" He jumped out of his skin! He looked quickly down at his crotch then realised what she was saying. "Oh! M-m-m-ms Fox! You're talking about the foam on my trotter stock!" "Yes I am! It looks good, I think you're ready to start straining it. Let me show you." Ms Fox got behind Bradford, took the pan in one hand and started pouring the stock through a fine-mesh sieve. Her soft DD-cup tits were pressed up against his back, and her breath tickled his neck. "Now you try." Trembling at suddenly being so up close and personal, Bradford took the pan and started straining the stock like Ms Fox had shown him. "Yes Bradford! You're really straining now!" He had to check his crotch again. _Yes, she's right._ As Ms Fox turned away she grazed his straining prick with one wrist, and it seemed to him very much like she had done it on purpose. "Now, class, you should each have a ramekin full of stock. You can put these into the fridge to set, and next class we will fill them up with lots of tasty things. You can put anything in aspic really, let me show you this one I made myself." Ms Fox walked over to the fridge and brought out this most marvellous and arousing creation. A slab of aspic a foot long with lots of girth. Hard boiled eggs lined up in the top side. Both ends containing tuna or perhaps cat food. A delicate pattern of prawns around the base plus more sweetcorn than you could ever need or what. Bradford had to fight to urge to blow his load right then and there. The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day and snapping Bradford out of his reverie. "Bradford, could you please stay behind?" asked Ms Fox as the rest of the class filed out. She approached him with that sexy, bouncy walk that always made her DD-cup tits bounce up and down and side to side. "Do you have a particular fondness for aspic, Bradford?" she said while bending down so he could look down the cleavage of her perfect, DD-cup tits. Bradford couldn't help but blush. "A-aspic? Umm, no Ms Fox! No more fond than I am of any other food!" "Oh! I do! I really do love aspic!" she breathed and tilted her head back, lost in a world of her own. "I love the smell! The springiness! How it feels when I squash it between my DD-cup tits." "W-wha??" Bradford was in shock, but more aroused than ever before. "M-m-ms Fox, when do you squash aspic between your tits??" She dropped her head back and laughed. "Why, every chance I get! Perhaps I'll do it right now?" Bradford could only nod dumbly as Ms Fox unbuttoned her blouse and let her bouncy DD-cup tits bounce free. She hadn't been wearing a bra! She took a big handful of the aspic, the bit with the tuna or cat food, and smeared it in her cleavage and underboob before rubbing the jelly in circles on her mahogany nipples. "Would you like to lick this off now Bradford?" He didn't hesitate to thrust his tongue at the hot mess before him, licking off every little bit of jelly and tuna or cat food, drawing out little gasps of pleasure from her as he flicked his tongue over her erect nipples. "Oh, Bradford. I do love a man who has the confidence to just pull a couple of hard boiled eggs right out of an aspic, and put them inside my pussy and thrust them in and out until I cum." _That sounded like an invitation!_ "Oh Ms Fox, I certainly have the confidence!" said Bradford, his confidence growing as much as his cock. He picked up his teacher and sat her down on the electric hob (it was off) then picked out the two biggest hard boiled egg halves from the top of the aspic. He delicately grazed the eggs up her inner thighs, slowly moving towards his destination. "Oh Bradford! Now! Now! Put them in!" Bradford obediently pushed her skirt and lacy panties aside and pushed one egg half into her pussy, like she asked, but in an exciting twist he pushed the other half into her tight ass! Ms Fox squealed with delight. "Oh yesssss! Get one of those prawns and fit it over my clit." He did as he was told, placing the prawn where she wanted it and started to rub hard, while continuing to thrust the eggs in and out of both holes. "Yes! Oh yes! I'm coming, Bradford! Don't stop!" He kept up the pace, rubbing and thrusting with the prawn and eggs until she cried out and shook and her DD-cup tits heaved and finally she was still. "Oh," she panted. "You certainly know what to do with the non-gelatin parts of an aspic." Bradford grinned in satisfaction that he had made his home ec teacher cum, right there in the classroom. He helped her to remove the mashed-up egg bits from her pussy and ass to ensure she didn't get an infection from them being left up there. "Bradford, the only thing I like more than a man confident enough to just pull a couple of hard boiled eggs right out of an aspic, and put them inside my pussy and thrust them in and out until I cum, is a man confident enough to penetrate an aspic with his throbbing cock right in front of me and ride it to a conclusion." "Well Ms Fox, that happens to be the thing I've been wanting to do ever since I heard you say we were going to make aspic. Just watch me ride this thing." Bradford unzipped his fly and pulled his boxers down over his erection, and his teacher gasped as it sprang forth. "It looks nearly as long as the aspic, Bradford!" "Oh, Ms Fox, you flatter me," he said humbly as he got into position at one end of the aspic. He slowly started to push into it, and felt the bits of sweetcorn grazing the head of his cock. "I can feel the bits of sweetcorn grazing the head of my cock," he sighed. Ms Fox looked on, enthralled, and started to frantically knock another one out as she watched. Bradford was now thrusting slowly in and out, wanting to feel the full gelatinous texture enveloping him, and savouring the moment, but the sight of Ms Fox's DD-cup tits jiggling around as she jiggled her pussy spurred him onward. He pounded harder and harder into the gelatin and it did start to slide around and break apart, so he grabbed bits of aspic and what was maybe tuna but probably cat food and held them tight against his love shaft and thrusted like an animal, his nuts slapping against the table in a way that was harsh and yet felt so good. Ms Fox knew that he was about to finish and leapt up from the hob, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking off the delicious aspic as the meaty taste mingled with his salty cum. The cacophony of flavours set off her orgasm a second time, and her moans vibrated around his shaft. "Oh Ms Fox, you're such a good teacher!" Bradford sighed as she cleaned up every little bit of the cum and the gelatin. "And you're such a good student! I'm going to give you an A+ this semester!" Bradford smiled. This was going to be the best year of high school ever. The End |
Chapter 1 I met Warren at a business meeting when I was right out of college, just beginning my career. He was handsome, pretty sexy, really smart and funny all rolled into one. Warren also had a lot more experience that I did, especially in life and its main source of fun: sex. He quickly got me into bed, something that I never did very spontaneously and he soon had me in all kinds of positions that I'd never even dreamed about. The number of sexual partners I'd had could easily be counted on one hand, Warren's, well, I think he needed a spreadsheet. He was always urging me to try new things and it just took me a while to ever try anything new. Then, he got a new digital camera and kept badgering me for some sexy pics so he could take them on his laptop when he travelled. I let him take some of me in a few bikinis that I had, especially a thong job that looked spectacular on me and I never had the nerve to wear outside. Yes, see, that's how I was. The thong suit covered very little but he kept wanting topless shots, so I finally agreed as long as they didn't show my face. The pics did look hot, I am attractive, well, beautiful, if you listen to Warren. Long blond hair, well past my shoulders, five-seven, long, tan legs, narrow waist, light blue eyes, yes, yes, my breasts, well, he loves them, they're very firm, C-cup, just, full and round with small, pink nipples that seem to be hard almost all the time. So, I did look good topless and, of course, he started wanting bottomless pics after that. The months went by and I slowly acceded to his wishes until I was finally posing open-legged, pulling my labia apart or with a dildo inside, you know the kind of pictures. These photo sessions always resulted in a fantastic round of sex, so good that I began to look forward to the times he got the camera out and especially the times when he put the camera down and fucked me crazy. That was when he started asking me if he could share them with other guys. I almost fainted. He was also bringing up other guys. I mean other guys to have sex with me. Usually we would be in the middle of sex or cuddled at the end when he'd ask if I ever thought about having him and another guy take care of me together. The first time he ever mentioned it, the whole idea turned me off. But then, he kept telling me what was possible, the multiple penetrations, my mouth and my pussy at the same time. Or just to get fucked over and over and over, two guys taking turns, keeping me cock-filled and spurting cum into me for hours and hours. He kept telling me all this stuff and, well, it was hot, I couldn't help but be interested after a while, could I? He kept bringing it up, asking me if old flames, friends from college, co- workers, any guys I knew might be someone I'd like to get into bed. I really never came up with anyone and finally just told him to find someone on his own, someone I didn't know, someone who didn't live near us, that if he liked him, then that was good enough for me. So, months later, Warren got home from a two-day business clinic and our first order of business when he got home was a good, spirited fuck. As we cuddled in each other's arms after, he said, "I think I found a guy for you at the conference." "Oh, you mean what you've been talking about, a guy for me, like this, in bed?" "Yeah, his name is Curtis Snow and he's twenty-five, pretty buff guy. Nice, you'll like him. He's single, unattached, really nice looking. We went out to dinner and a few drinks and, well, I showed him your pics on my laptop when we got back to my room." "Oh, geez, I can imagine the ones you showed him." "Well, I can tell you he's sure interested. I asked him if he wanted to come here some weekend and party with me and my girlfriend and then I showed him what you look like." "He sure saw that, for sure." "Well, you could back out any time you wanted, any time you felt uncomfortable." "You really want this, don't you?" "Look, if you're dead set against it, then I'll drop the whole thing." "When we talk about it, I get excited, then, later and all, well, I wonder what I'm getting into." "Well, I can have him come have dinner with us, maybe LeBistro, that's one you like and it's kind of romantic and dark. Have dinner, then see. You can back out whenever you want, hon." "God, what would I do, I mean, if he seemed nice and all, then back here, what exactly am I supposed to do?" "Well, maybe a little strip tease? You've done it for me, you're really hot when you strip for me." "I just couldn't." "Well, how would you want to do it?" "Uh, well, I'd just have to try to start it alone. Oh, not alone, what I mean is this guy and me, take him back here to our bedroom, you stay in the living room for a bit, give me some time, five minutes, maybe ten. I could leave the door open, just let things get started, I guess, then you could come peek in and see. Join in." "Yeah, that sounds reasonable." "Well, maybe he won't want to go through with it, you know. I guess if he and I both want to take it further, then I could wave you in, have you join us." "Sounds good, yeah." "Well, if he backs out, or, well, if I do, um, I could give him a blowjob, you know, all the way, so he's not too disappointed. What do you think?" "I think any guy would love a blowjob from you, hon, you're the best. You'd do it naked?" "Oh, sure, give him a thrill, right?" "So, you agree? Go out to dinner with Curtis, see how it goes?" I agreed and Warren set it up for the next Saturday evening. I was nervous and excited, both. I had, of course, never done anything remotely like this before. I did trust Warren to pick a decent sort of guy but, well, I was supposed to be opening my legs to this guy, letting him enter me. But, the whole idea was arousing. I mean, look, I'm human, I'm a woman who loves sex, it was hot. Then, the day came and Warren had me choose an outfit that he thought was suitable for such an occasion. Well, I toned it down some, no stiletto heels, I only owned one pair which I only wore once, oh they were just too trashy. So, a nice ivory blouse and a short black leather skirt and black heels. And, yes, no underwear. Now I was really nervous. But very turned-on as well. He wanted to get to the restaurant before Curtis arrived so we were seated and I was sipping my white wine as Warren whispered, "There he is. Well?" Well. This young man was very handsome, dare I say even better-looking that my boyfriend? And he had a charming smile beaming at me as the maitre'd showed him to our table. "Warren, and this must be Julie. I'm so pleased to meet you at last," he said as he sat next to me at the table. Well, dinner was excellent as always and Curtis was turning out to be a very charming man. He was attentive and flirtatious in a nice, subtle way. Bless Warren, he did a good job, I was very attracted to my new potential lover. Warren paid the bill and we all walked out to the parking lot. On the way, he leaned to me, "Well, what do you think? Did I do okay?" "You did very well, my love, Curtis seems really nice and there looks to be a nice solid bod underneath what he's wearing. So far, so good." Curtis followed us to our house where Warren poured us each another glass of wine. "So, hon, why don't you show Curtis our bedroom, I'll just relax out here for a bit." Chapter 2 I led Curtis back to our bedroom, then turned to find him right in front of me. He looked down at me, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with a kiss that went right to my panties, except I wasn't wearing any. His hands slid down onto my ass and up under my skirt where he realized I was pantyless. Then his hands began rubbing my butt cheeks as he pulled me close. "You're really beautiful, even more so than your pictures," he said, reminding me that he'd already seen me naked, even if it was on Warren's laptop. "May I open this?" he asked as his hands reached up to my blouse. I nodded and he soon had it off and draped neatly over the back of a chair. "So pretty, Julie, you are so pretty," he whispered as he bent down to fondle my breasts and his lips grasped a nipple and began to suck. Oh, he was nice. I reached down and rubbed my palm along the large bulge so eagerly awaiting our lovemaking. Yes, this was looking good. He raised up and asked me if he could remove my skirt. You know what I said and I was soon just standing there in thigh-high stockings and heels. "May I join you?" he asked. I nodded and he was out of his clothes in seconds. Oh, yes. I looked at him, handsome, solid, his cock large, more than Warren's, it hung down at an angle pointing toward my thighs which is just where I was wanting it, yes, this was turning out well, quite well. And, he was shaved. He really was beautiful naked. I knew then that I was going to start shaving my boyfriend, it just looked so nice and clean and youthful. I bent down and kissed the head, licked off the shiny droplet that had accumulated there then opened my lips around the tip and began sucking as my hands rubbed up and down his smooth abdomen. "Mmm, oh, Julie, you are so good, mmm," he moaned as the back of his hand caressed my cheek as I looked up into his grateful eyes. I leaned back letting his wet cock flop out of my mouth, stood up, took him by the cock and led him to our bed. I lay down, spread my legs wide, patted my pussy and he got up between my knees, held his cock and began pushing inside me. I knew I wanted this and I wanted it so much more than I'd ever imagined. My new lover's cock was a little larger than Warren's and not only that, Curtis knew how to use it as well. His strokes were long and slow, his hands caressing my breasts were arousing as he rubbed my nipples between his fingertips. I saw Warren looking in as Curtis shoved down into me and I motioned him into the room. He was soon out of his clothes and was standing next to the bed stroking his cock. Curtis seemed completely unfazed by my boyfriend's presence and just kept on fucking me so wonderfully. Yes, a new man was a very erotic event and I think I was now convinced that Warren was right, I would enjoy a new cock once in a while, maybe even more than once in a while. "Get up here, hon, I'll suck you," I offered and Warren led his hard cock to my lips, the first time I'd ever had two cocks in my body at once. Just the thought sent naughty shivers through me. I began sucking my boyfriend's cock as Curtis fucked me so nicely, I knew then that he was right. Warren knew I'd love threesomes with two guys to pleasure me, he was so right. I looked up at him, his cock in my mouth and winked. I think he knew. After a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Would it be okay to take some video? Maybe give him a copy and us have one to watch?" Well, that introduced a new thing into what we were doing. I thought for a minute and told him to keep a certain distance and to try to avoid my face if he could. He stood up, then asked Curtis if it was okay and Curtis, not surprisingly, said it was. Warren was soon moving around the room getting our fucking down on video and was down right where Curtis's cock was fucking me when I had my orgasm and right after, he had his. I'd been fucked while my boyfriend watched and recorded it all. Warren showed him how to operate the camera then fucked me doggie-style and Curtis even was able to keep filming as I sucked him while he knelt in front of me as my boyfriend fucked me from behind. I could feel cum running down my legs as Warren went back and forth. I was also dribbling a bit of saliva as I was sucking my new lover; just think, dribbling at both ends. I almost laughed. Then Warren pushed in and I felt his warmth flow into me, oh, nice, really good. Then, he pulled out, as did Curtis, who switched places and pushed up inside my pussy and began fucking me again as I opened my mouth for more of Warren's cock. Hmm, he tasted actually quite nice. Two flavors of cum all beautifully mixed with my own pussy juices. "Mmm, you do know how to suck, hon, you are so good." "I just can't tell you how much I'm grateful that you asked me about this, Warren. Julie is spectacular, you're a lucky man. And, now, I'm also a lucky man, she is a terrific fuck. So tight. Mmm," "Knew you'd like her, she's the best I've ever had, for sure." "Me, too, my friend, me too." Well, I couldn't add anything, I was pretty busy at the time. Stuffed from both ends. And loving it. Between the two men, I had my pussy cummed in thirteen times that weekend. I called in sick (but very happy), on Monday as I could hardly walk. We had threesomes with Curtis several times after that, I was comfortable with him, actually loved having him as a lover, but, then, he got a job change and moved fifteen hundred miles from us. So, there was a stretch of about five months when I went back to just one lover in my life, Warren. I did ask him to keep his eye out but he also told me that I could easily find a guy on my own and why didn't I? Good question. So, one Saturday, we were out with friends, a guy we knew in college and his wife, and as the band was playing in the club we were at, I told the wife that I thought the guitar player was cute. He looked to be about twenty-five or so. Warren overheard and whispered for me to talk to the guy at their break and see if he's like to come over and party with us, Warren and I, after closing time. We knew we would probably be leaving in another hour or so and it as still two hours from closing. So, I marched myself backstage and found my guitar player, Chad, and asked him if he wanted to come by and play with us after the club closed. He wisely asked me who 'we' were and I explained that my boyfriend liked to treat me to a second guy once in a while and I thought a guitar player would be perfect at fingering. Yes, I really said that. I was a bit sloshed but also very horny for Chad. I gave him directions and, after a bit, the four of us left the club and each couple went home, Warren and I to a new tryst with Chad, my newest soon-to-be lover. I went and changed into a little teddy that Warren likes and greeted Chad at the door. "Come in Chad, I changed just for you," and he stood there looking at me as I closed the door and introduced him to Warren. "So, this is all okay with everybody?" he asked and we both agreed and went back to our bedroom and I was soon being doggied by my guitarist while I sucked my boyfriend's cock. My new friend had a very nice cock, not as long as Curtis's but thicker around; in any event, he fucked me well and often. Warren and he gave me seven loads of cum in my pussy and one in my mouth, Chad's. We had decided to begin using condoms which Warren made sure got used each time, even he wore one just to be on the safe side. Chad left about noon on Sunday leaving me well-fucked. Warren kept telling me that I should find my own lovers, guys that appealed to me, so I was on the lookout for possible candidates. One Saturday afternoon, coming home from shopping, I told him about one I'd just met. "Well, maybe I've got my next boyfriend." "Oh? Who?" "A young man at the grocery store, just graduated from high school, starts college in the fall. He's just a doll." "Mmm, young, huh? Nice young, hard cock for you?" "Well, you said I should do the looking. I kind of flirted with him and if my intuition is right, I think he's interested. He's kind of shy, though." "Hon, your intuition about guys is never wrong." Warren said I should go for it so I went back to the store and caught him out in the parking lot after he'd helped someone loading their car. I asked him if he'd like to come see me some time to have some fun together and he was concerned that I was married. I told him, his name was Joel, that I was single and my boyfriend was very understanding and that I would be happy to pick him up after work and bring him over to meet Warren. He told me when he got off and I agreed to meet him at the far end of the parking lot. I went back home and told Warren. We both discussed how I should handle a shy, young man like this and decided that she bring him home and park in the driveway and have a little makeout session and see how it goes. So, right before six, I headed back to the store and right at six, I pulled into the far corner of the lot and there he was. Joel got in and said, "I'm really kind of nervous about this. I really like you but, well...". I put my hand on his thigh, no, not his cock, his thigh, and said, "Joel, anytime you want to go home, I'll take you right then, okay? I just thought you were cute and, well, I'm really attracted to you. I think we can have a lot of fun together." "Oh, I think you're really pretty, so I do want, um, well, you're sure this is okay?" "Trust me, Warren understands that I like some variety in life, he really does understand. He's fine with it." Just about then, I pulled into our driveway and turned off the ignition. "Here we are. Let's just stay here for a few minutes and get to know each other." I unfastened my seatbelt, turned and put my hand behind his head, drew him over to me and kissed him. He was kissing me back so I went ahead and slid my tongue in as I dropped my hand to his crotch and rubbed the lump in his pants. We kissed for a few more minutes, then I asked him, "I'd love to suck you, Joel, would you like that?" His head swiveled around looking to see if anyone was outside, then whispered, "Yes, I'd love that," and I had him take it out, got on the seat and bent over and began sucking his very handsome, very hard cock. "Oh, that feels wonderful, you do it so good." I knew I was doing it good, too, as I had him moaning right away and soon was swallowing a mouthful of his cum. "Uh, UH, UH, mmm, mmm, oh, that's so good, mmm, thank you, it was wonderful," he mumbled as I raised up and kissed him again. "That's just a start, Joel, why not come in and meet Warren. Then we can get comfortable and just do whatever you'd like." He did look nervous, but he zipped up as I opened my door and got out. I waited just a second and he also got out and followed me into the house where I called out for my boyfriend. Chapter 3 "Warren, come meet Joel, the young man I was telling you about." Warren came into the room smiling and I introduced the two, one confident, one nervous. "Well, Joel, Julie tells me she's very attracted to you. That's really fine with me, I enjoy sharing my girlfriend with other guys, don't mind at all. All I want is for her to be happy." "I've never done anything, well, um, I just, well..." "Why don't we go back to our bedroom, Joel, and get comfortable, okay? I promise I won't bite you," and I took his hand and we all went back to our room. He asked if he could call his parents to tell them he was out with friends and might get home late. He went into another room and was soon back in our bedroom looking both scared and excited. Warren stood in front of me and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse, stepped aside and asked, "Would you finish taking Julie's blouse off?" Joel looked at me, then raised his hands and soon had my blouse off. I turned and felt my bra loosen as I shrugged it off my shoulders and turned back toward him. His eyes were fixed on my breasts. "I hope you like them. Would you like to feel them, maybe kiss them, suck my nipples?" He looked at me and silently nodded as we both moved to each other and his lips pulled in a nipple as his other hand held the other and gently kneaded it as I felt down on his pants. Oh, yes, he was hard, very hard. His eyes looked up at me as he sucked, no doubt rather astonished at how his day was turning out. I let him suck a few more minutes as I rubbed up and down. Then, I pulled away from him and slid down my shorts and panties, now quite wet, and kicked them both away. "You really are pretty, this is all just amazing." "Would you like to fuck her, Joel? It's fine with me, really, it is," Warren assured him. "You heard him, Joel," I said as I pulled his teeshirt up from his waist and he pulled it right off, then, lowered his pants and was out of his briefs and shoes in seconds. There was that nice cock of his again. I welcomed it back by kneeling down and sucking it gingerly for a minute, then stood, grabbed his hard cock and pulled him to the bed, whipped the covers back, got down, stretched wide, and patted my pussy. "Right here's where I want that handsome cock of your's, Joel, right here." He looked over at Warren who nodded, then he got up on the bed, his cock bouncing around as he crawled toward me. He was slender but kind of muscled and had a lovely long cock which he pushed up to me, then gave a shove as it began descending into me, just like I wanted. He began stroking in and out of me as Warren got undressed. Joel's eyes were on me, looking into my eyes as he caressed my breasts and fucked me slowly and deliberately. "Oh, this is wonderful." "Have you done this before, Joel?" "No, but this is incredible. Oh, it feels so good, you are so beautiful and sexy. I don't think I'll last long." "You just cum whenever you want, I want you to enjoy your first fuck and I love being the one to take your cherry." "I love it being you, too, this is fantastic. I still can't believe it." "Oh, you'll believe it when you cum." Warren was sitting in a chair across the room, slowly stroking himself as he watched my newest lover fuck me, his first time ever. I was tightening my pussy muscles every time Joel pulled back, trying to suck the cum up out of his balls and he was moaning now, really enjoying the feelings so much. "Oh, man, this is awesome, just fantastic. I've never felt...UUH, UUH, uh, uh, mmm, ooh," he groaned as he shoved hard into me, the warmth from his cock spurting me full of his cum, oh, his virgin cum. I put my legs up around him and pulled him hard into me. I wanted him all. Mmm. "Oh, oh, that was wonderful, I just never expected anything like this, oh, thank you, Julie, thank you. Oh, and Warren, oh, yeah, you too, your girlfriend is so beautiful." "I'd like a turn at her, Joel, if you want to get up here, I'll bet she'll suck you and keep you hard, then, if you want, you can have another go when I'm done. Julie loves it like this, right hon?" As Joel is getting up, I turned over and got on my knees for Warren, we both love doggie-style, and he pushed right up in me as Joel's cum drizzled down my legs. "Come on, Joel, let me suck you, I'll keep you ready so you can give me another round. Was it good, you're first time? Are you happy you came?" "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me, I'm so happy, I just hope I can do this more with you." "Well, I've loved it and Warren lets me have any lover I want. So, you can fuck me as much as you want. You like that?" "I love that, oh, I'm ready again, look," and he nods down at his rigid cock, still glistening from my wetness. "Come here, let me suck that," and he waddled so cutely up to me, his cock wavering in my face as I parted my lips and he moved into me and I began to slowly suck keeping him on a nice'simmer' until Warren cummed me full. "Oh, hon, mmm, oh, yeah, here I go...UUH, UUH, Uh, mmm, mmm," and my boyfriend pushed all the way into me, almost pushing me over as I felt his cum throb out of his cock mingling with my young lover's semen which I now wanted again. Warren pulled out of me with a slurping sound and asked Joel to take over for him. I let him out of my mouth and he was immediately around behind me pushing deep into me again. "Mmm, yeah, mmm, it just feels better each time, this is wonderful," he moaned as he sawed back and forth, even more cum and juices happily dripping from me, a sign of a very good time. Warren slid his head under my boobs which were dangling down, my nipples extended and on fire as he began sucking them, taking turns as my grocery store boy fucked me from behind. "Mmm, you're making me feel so good, I love your cock, Joel. Is this fun for you?" "Oh, this is heaven. The first time I saw you, you had on some really short shorts and your legs just looked so good. I remember the top you had on, too, it was just a strip of cloth around your boobs, kind elastic thing. God, you looked so hot, I had a hard-on all day." "The pink bandeau, yes, I remember the day. I'd made it really narrow, I was feeling horny and when I am, I love to show myself. It barely covered my nipples as I remember." "I sure remember and, no, when you checked-out, I was sacking your groceries and one nipple did show right along the top. I almost cummed right there." "Well, and just think, Joel, now you're cumming in my pussy. I'll bet you're a happy boy." "Happier than I'd ever thought possible. This is more than I ever even hoped for. I can't believe that all the times I jacked-off thinking about you and here I am, doing this. Oh, man." "Just nice and slow, like this, Joel, mmm, oh, mmm, UUH, UUH, MMM, mmm," and I felt like I was being slowly covered with a warm flow radiating out from my middle as my pussy contracted around my young lover's cock in a lovely, soft orgasm. Right after, Joel shoved hard into me as I felt the throb of each spurt deep into my insides. He just kept going as cum began running down my legs. Then Warren pulled himself out from under me and took over when Joel pulled his cock out. He shoved in hard as more cum ran down my legs and began fucking me taking long, wonderful strokes in and out. He even pulled out and wiped his cock head up and down my swollen pussy lips. I had Joel get up in front of me and sucked the tip of his cock as Warren took me from behind. Joel fucked me one more time before we took him back to the store, now closed, and we made out for a while in the backseat while Warren sat up front. I'd worn the bandeau he so liked the first time he'd seen it and he lost no time pulling it down to play with and suck my boobs. He got hard again, so Warren pulled the car back to the far end of the lot and Joel fucked me a final time in the back seat. I'd worn a short leather skirt just for the possibility that my young lover would want to leave me with a little more cum to remember him by. I was happily correct and Warren drove me home leaking Joel's lovely semen all the way. I came into the bedroom, my bandeau still around my waist, as Warren came over to me, his cock again interested in fun. "Oh, babe, you just got another fuck, naughty girl. Got some fresh cum in that nice pussy of yours." "Sure do, wanna lick it out, big boy? Or leave your own on top of it?", I answered, yes, I was still ready for a little play with my boyfriend. "How about both, all this action tonight's got me really horny." And that's just what I got and I slept so happily after, my pussy, such a happy girl. That began my affair with Joel which continues to this day. He's in college, sadly halfway across the country, but when he's back, he's right back in my pussy helping Warren keep me happy and mostly satisfied. So, who is fucking me now? Glad you asked. It's Troy. He lives just three houses away, he's eighteen, works out a lot so he's really buff. Naked, he is just the most beautiful male I've ever seen. He was walking by our house one afternoon about six months ago and when I saw him, I was outside watering my herb garden; I knew I had to act quick, I couldn't let this one get away. "Hi, I don't know you, I'm Julie," I called. He stopped and I waved him over and he introduced himself telling me that he and his parents had just moved in a few weeks earlier. "I'm really happy to have you in the neighborhood, Troy, I hope we get to know each other." He was smiling at me, no doubt having some idea where this all might go, as he answered, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." "If you have time, we could get to know each other starting right now, I'm finished with this," and I turned off the hose and he came in the house right behind me. As soon as he was inside, I turned, pulled him to me and kissed him just as hotly as I know how. "Mmm, that was nice," he said softly. "See if you like this," and I took all my clothes off and stood there in front of him. He fucked me four times that day and tongued me very wonderfully twice. That weekend, he got to meet Warren and has settled into our household as my current lover. He spends almost every day with me during the summer and when Warren gets home, they fuck me together. Well, I've come a long way since Warren first asked me if I thought I'd like a second guy to fuck along with him. Maybe you'll be next? What's your name, again? |
Catherine twirled her chestnut brown hair with a long index finger, blowing bubbles with her pink gum, and glaring at the computer screen mindlessly. "It's always the same bullshit. Either its single guys wanting to get into your pants, then move on, or married guys pretending to be single that give you this big buildup and then break your heart in the end." Debbie heaved an equally frustrated sigh, and added, "What really pisses me off, though, are the guys that send you pics from twenty-five years ago, before they were bald with tires around their bellies. And then when you meet up with them it's like 'Ugh, how could you misrepresent yourself like that?' And they're like, 'Well I thought that if you got to know me, it wouldn't matter what I looked like!' And I'm like, 'Whatever dude. At least have a few of your own teeth left and be within fifteen years of your damn pics!' Like shit, be real!" "I know exactly what you mean," Rachel interjected. "Last Friday night I thought I was going out with this young Brad Pitt look alike, but then, when I open the front door, what do I see? Some old smelly fart that hadda be way over sixty. I thought he was a homeless person, lost or something, looking for directions. So then he asks for me by name, and I just about crap my pants, and I say, 'No offence buddy, but just who the fuck are you?' So he says, 'I'm from the dating site,' and I'm like, 'You're old enough to be my damn grandfather,' and he says, he wasn't sure how to upload pics so he just sent one of his twenty year old grandson instead, cause it was already on his computer. Gimme a break!" "That's nothing," piped up Cynthia. "I meet up at a restaurant two Saturdays ago, with this really cute guy, all buff and everything. So he starts talking and because of his really dreamy eyes and broad shoulders, I'm not really hearing a word he says, but then after about five minutes I realize the only thing he wants to talk about is his ex-wife and how she never gave him a third chance after he cheated on her the second time, and how she took him to the cleaners in the divorce and how he misses her and the kids and wishes he was back with them. So then he orders for me without askin,' saying that pork chops was what his wife always ordered so he's sure I'll like them too. When I tell him I don't like pork he says I oughtta cause his wife used to like it, so then we come to ordering the wine and he's like, 'I changed the glass of white wine that you ordered to red while you were in the bathroom. My wife used to say red wine makes the meal taste better.' When I tell him I don't like red wine he says I oughtta cause his wife used to like it. So then it's like desert time, and I swear to God if this guy wasn't so damn hot looking I would of fucked off on him already. But anyways, I ask him sarcastically if it would be alright with his ex if I ordered cheesecake instead of fruit for dessert and he says he's already taken the liberty of telling the waitress I don't want any dessert on account of his wife always said dessert was unhealthy. So now I'm about ready to blow a gasket but I keep cool. "As we're leaving the restaurant he asks me for my half of the bill. I suddenly lose it and tell him that any date of mine is going to pay the bill and that I don't do dutch. So he says that his wife always paid half and I'm like, 'Well then why don't you get her to pay for my half since it was her dinner that I ate.' Then I storm outta there and give him a real good view of both my middle fingers as I leave." Catherine still twirled her hair, only now she spat out her gum into the ashtray, disgusted it had lost all its flavor. "Men are just like that gum. Sometimes they start out promising but then quickly show you how rotten and flavorless they are. And the mind blowing part, is that whenever you try and show a guy his faults, it's like, 'Why should I change? All other guys are like me anyways, even worse!' Men!" She lit up a cigarette and began blowing rings into the already stale apartment air. Debbie frowned. "I thought we agreed there'd be no smoking in the apartment. I thought we agreed that if it's too cold out, on a night like tonight, that you could smoke out in the hall?" "No. You agreed to that. I only listened. If I'm paying my share of the rent, then I'm smoking in my share of the apartment." "Makes sense to me," Cynthia mused. "Me as well," Rachel seconded. "But only cause I got a joint I want to smoke later on. I don't mind sharing if you're game." Debbie was not amused again. "Drugs in the apartment? If the landlord finds out!" "The landlord doesn't care," Catherine asserted. "He comes onto me almost every day when I step into the elevator, acting as though he would know what to do with my glorious body if I ever gave him the chance." "He acts experienced enough!" Cynthia ventured. "That may be. But Murial down the hall told me, just the other day, that he has a real short fuse. He got her sister all worked up one night after she came home drunk from her office Christmas party. So after he gets her clothes off, and shows her his eight inch woody, she bends over and gets the shock of her life when he starts spurting it out onto her bum after only thirty seconds or so." "Half a minute? She's exaggerating. No guy's as quick as that!" "Why would Murial's sister lie? He looks like a real tiger, but when all is said and done, all you're left with is a pussy cat with a limp dick." "So sad!" "But true! Not even the good old reliable landlord can get it on." "Oh shit!" Catherine said, her face reddening in anger. "It looks like I got a virus again. That damn blue popup ad on my computer screen!" "Let's see? Oh yeah, I noticed that when I was on your computer last week," Cynthia declared. "You were on my computer last week?" "Well, I lent mine to this really cute guy at work, but then again, he hasn't returned it yet." "No wonder I'm getting viruses. What did you do? Go on a porn site looking for naked men?" "I wish! But with school and work, who has time for that touchy feely shit against your pussy while you watch men show off their bums and abs." "I do," Rachel said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a monstrous black dildo. "Wow! Now that's what I call some serious man meat! What did that set you back?" "Only five bucks at good will." "You bought a used dildo? They sold you a used dildo? Are you fucking kidding me?" "Used is better. That way it is broken in already." "Oh God that is soooooooo gross. I can't stay here and listen to this," Debbie said wearily. "First it's second hand smoke you want us to share, then it's a joint, and now it's some gigantic, over-worked dildo with a used personality all its own. I can't take any more of this. I'm going to bed before I start thinking like the rest of you." "I'll take her turn on the man meat," Cynthia joked. "What is this fucking shit?" Catherine said, a quizzical look on her face as a strange hue, consisting of a dozen shades of glowing blues, began to glare off her computer screen. "It happened to me last week as well, that strange glow, and all those funny shades of blue, all fuzzy and...and...it didn't do that last time." "What the fuck is that?" "Some kind of strange symbols, like different languages or something." "I've never seen a language looking like that before." "Wait, in that empty box. Type in English. See what happens." "No way! This shit's way too weird for me. That's some dangerous looking virus. It's gotta be. It'll fry my computer for sure if I fuck with it!" "Never mind, give it here. I'll do it." Cynthia yanked the computer off of Catherine's lap and typed 'English' into the square then clicked on it. The fuzzy glowing blue shades remained, emanating a dazzling glow, but the funny looking characters disappeared. In their place, a vast swath of English script began flowing onto the screen. The caption at the top of the page read, "Alien Dating Site. The most widely used dating site in the entire universe. Over fifty billion profiles and five hundred species to choose from. Our members come from over two thousand planets in over twenty galaxies. For a short time only, we are offering a free one week membership to any earth women wanting to sign up." "What is this shit, some kind of joke, or crazy ad? Selling what, though?" Catherine asked, clearly bewildered as she yanked the computer out of Cynthia's hands and put it back onto her lap, trembling nervously. "Why does it have to be a cheesy ad? Or some joke? Why can't it just be what it says it is, an alien dating site?" Rachel pursed her lips skeptically and moved closer, staring at the screen with her two friends. Then she laughed. "No way! You mean like little green men? Or purple people eaters with two heads? Hey Debbie, better get back in here. The girls are gonna order up some strange looking studs for us to play with. We won't need my dildo anymore." "Not interested in any creepy shit," Debbie hollered back from her bedroom. "I'm going to bed where there ain't any cancer causing cigarettes, mind messing marijuana, used plastic cocks, or red colored Martians." "Suit yourself," shouted back Rachel, adding a laugh. "But if I get my hands on a football team from Pluto, I ain't sharing." The screen suddenly flashed to orange, drawing all three women's attention, and a new caption at the top of the screen read, "Do you wish to fill out a profile?" "You bet your mother fucking sweet ass we do," Rachel spat out happily, tossing her long flaming red hair to one side, and slipping the silky strands behind her ear so she could get a full, unobstructed view of the screen while sitting off to the side. "Go ahead, type in a profile, and let's see what happens," whined Cynthia impatiently. "Wait a minute," Catherine said apprehensively, adding a sigh to emphasize her desire for prudent restraint. "God only knows what we could be getting ourselves into by messing with this crazy site." "We could probably get some hunky, handsome alien guys with foot long cocks and muscles on their muscles." "Shhh Rachel, listen to what you're saying? Aliens? As in other planets? Galaxies even? Read what it says. 'Over five hundred species to choose from!' It must all be some kind of weird, sick joke. There is no life outside of our planet." "You don't know that for sure," Rachel argued. "Scientists can't tell us what's out in space. All they know for sure is that there are billions of stars, and so, it follows there could be thousands of other planets, maybe even millions. The nine or ten planets in our solar system are probably just the tip of the ice burg. There could easily be hundreds of other species out there, just like the ad says." Catherine stared at her incredulously. "Okay, even if you're right. So what? You just gonna pick some hot alien to go out with, and what? Hop into a flying saucer and hop through galaxies on some hundred-year journey, just to reach his far away planet? It's all so ridiculous." "It doesn't sound ridiculous to me! Rachel's right," Cynthia seconded. "Why are you so pessimistic and overly cautious. Maybe it's some sick joke, or maybe it's some crazy phony ad. Or maybe, just maybe, it's the real thing. The point is that it's Saturday night, and none of us have dates. We've been disappointed by all the brain dead, lying-lipped, cold-hearted, cheating men here on earth. Why not look at some other possibilities from other planets for a change? Especially since it's all staring us in the face." "Shit! Are you nuts? Listen to you two? You must be off your rockers! Debbie was right to fuck off to bed. This shit is weird, I tell you. Out of our league! We should just leave it alone. It could be a sight run by crazy stalkers or con artists or identity thieves wanting us to sign up and hand over all our private information by getting us to drool over non-existent, hunky rippling abs with pointy antenna's, monstrous cocks and giant glowing black eyes. Somebody's playing us for fools, I tell you, and I won't be a party to it." "You already are a party to it, Catherine. This is your computer. This pop up ad hasn't shown up on any of our computers, neither have I heard of any other person on the face of the earth mention it, not at school or work or on the news. It's only on your computer. It's asking you for a profile. Go along and see what happens!" Catherine was dumbfounded. "I'm not getting through to you two women am I? I want nothing to do with it. Like Debbie, I'm going to bed. But you two feel free to fuck around with this phony alien bullshit if you want to." She tossed her computer back into Cynthia's lap, hopped to her feet, then trotted off down the hall. "Well, that'll leave more marijuana and aliens for us, I guess," Rachel mused with a shrug. The screen suddenly changed to yellow, and a golden glow began to emanate throughout the room. A strange humming noise followed, and more words now flashed onto the screen. "In order to qualify for the one week free trial, you must upload your profile within the next earth hour. Only one profile is allowed per free trial offer." "It's asking us for a profile, but only one. Which one of us should fill it out?" "Why don't we both fill it out?" "It says only one profile." "Yes, but we're two earth girls," Cynthia corrected. "Soooooo, we're a package deal. Better that way, don't you think? We can experience it together and watch each other's backs while we hook up with two hot male alien hunks." "Three!" "Why three?" Cynthia queried. "I might want extra," Rachel said, adding a giggle. Both women then laughed uproariously. "Let's see, oh this font is too small for my eyes, you do it?" Rachel asked. Cynthia sighed happily then straddled the laptop in between her two milky white thighs. A sliver of curvy bum caught Rachel's eye. "Have you ever thought about doing a girl?" Cynthia stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, and said "what are you saying, that you think about doing girls?" "Sometimes. I experimented a few months back, kinda by accident really. Got myself in the middle of this threesome. We were supposed to be servicing this chick's husband, if you know what I mean. And well, the chick, who was really pretty and oversexed by the way, well, she starts coming onto me. She starts kissing my tits and rubbing my ass and before you know it, her face is down on my clit and her finger is shoved up my twat. It felt really weird, but kinda nice at the same time." "So then what happened?" "Well, the guy gets all grumpy and threatens to leave, and sooooo, being a girl that doesn't like stiff, giant cocks to go to waste, I gently pry myself away from the hot, pussy sucking babe, and launch my lips onto his super handsome face while he fills my insides with all glorious eight inches." "Sounds like a real hunk." "Girl, you don't wanna know. He was gorgeous. But his wife, or should I say the chick that was coming onto me, she won't let me near him again on account of I gently pushed her off me that time." "Too bad you couldn't have ended up doing both of them," Cynthia lamented. "Maybe me and you can experiment sometime?" Rachel asked, placing a seductive hand on her naked thigh where the skirt rode up. "Maybe. Let's get this profile out of the way first, shall we?" "Hmm. It is asking for pics." "Since it's a single profile of both of us," Cynthia surmised, "we should take a pic together, don't you think?" "Great idea. Let's do it topless. We both got nice breasts." "Naww. I never do even partially nude pics on any of the dating sites I've tried," Cynthia protested. "I don't like exposing myself to the public like that." "Yeah, but you're talking about earth dating sites. There are no human guys on here, as far as we know. Who's gonna see you? Some red guy with four arms from Mars?" "Hmm. Okay, let's take our tops off." "Ahhh, bras too," Rachel said. "We might as well go all the way. Alien guys might like to see a human chick's tits. It might turn them on." "Get closer. We'll use my cell phone then upload. You're not smiling." "Sorry, take another one...cheese!" "Hey. That one really turned out nice. Let's use that one." "I agree. Let's upload it," Rachel concurred. "Okay, gender?" "That's easy, female." "Gender sought after?" "Even easier. Male!" "Hmm, type of relationship sought after, 'one male,' 'two males,' 'three males.' 'Gang of males.' "Mmmm, gang of males sounds yummy." Cynthia laughed at her friend. "Fat chance of me letting you type that in. And don't try for 'three' either. No extra until we find out what the regular is." Rachel laughed as well. "Okay, name?" "Cynthia and Rachel." "No, no, nooooo. Which alien is going to be familiar with earth names? Let's write something catchy, something to show we're promiscuous so to speak." "We don't want to come across as total sluts," Rachel protested. "What about, 'two sexy earth woman, looking to meet two nice alien men for fun times.' That sounds inviting, doesn't it?" "Very. But that's for the next line, under 'intent.' Cynthia protested. "Hmm. No, I don't agree. That's exactly what we should write in there, I'm sure." "So now, all of a sudden you're an alien dating site expert?" "Just type it in, will you?" "Fine, I'll type it in," Rachel agreed. "Only now it's asking for intent." "So click on one of the options. See, down a few lines, and to your left." "Ahh yeah, you're right. I see what you're saying now. Okay, let's see. 'Online chatting only?' 'Casual only?' 'Dating?' 'Intimate encounter?' 'Long Term?' 'Seeking life time relationship?' I'm not sure I like these." "Hmmm, I don't like any of them, either. For an alien dating site I would have thought something a little more exotic." "Well, there is intimate encounter." "Yeah, I thought about that. But we don't know anything about any of these alien guys. What if we hook up with two of them who are expecting to get their rocks off, but then we don't deliver?" "No still means no!" "Maybe on Earth no still means no. But in other galaxies, if you let some hot- blooded alien believe you want an intimate encounter, he might not be willing to settle for anything else. And there may be no way to stop him." "Fine, what about the 'dating' one? That seems a little broader in scope without really saying too much or committing to anything." "Yeah, the dating one is more like it." "Hmmm, let's go to the next question." "Intoxicants allowed during date?" "I guess they're asking if we drink or do drugs?" "Hmm, that's a tough one. If we say yes, we might come across as being raunchy but if we say no, we might look like a couple of choir girls." "Hold on, there are sub-headings to choose from, 'often,' 'occasionally,' or 'never." "Put occasionally." "Right. Next one, 'according to the standards of your species, how would you define your appearance? 'Very attractive,''somewhat attractive?'' 'Plain?' Unattractive?' "Definitely not unattractive." "Nor plain, that's for damn sure." "Somewhat unattractive? Fuck that, we're hot! Super hot, and it shows in our pic. I'm putting down very attractive." "Hold on. We don't want to come across as being over self-confident. For some guys that might be a turn off." "Yeah, but we don't want guys thinking that there are women on earth a whole lot sexier than us. We are truthfully very hot, indeed. Long legs, super breasts, slim with great curves, pretty faces. Fuck man, we're stacked!" "I guess I can't argue with that. Yeah, definitely stacked. Sooooo, very attractive it is." "Length of ideal first date?" "Hmmm, I guess the box saying two to three hours would be good." Rachel laughed again. "I thought length meant how big their cocks were?" "Hobbies?" "Maybe we should just leave that one blank." "How so?" "The chance of different species having the same hobbies might be remote. They might think they don't share our interests and move on." "Okay, leave it blank it is. This is the final one coming up. 'Write a little about yourself, and what you're looking for in a partner." "Okay, let's see. Two fun, romantic, witty and kind hearted, sexy earth women seeking two equally fun, romantic, charming and sexy males to go out on a date with. Will see if there are any sparks and then, decide if a second date is warranted. We like fine dining, going out to shows, cuddling and dancing." "Okay, hit the upload button." "Are you sure? Once we're officially on this site it won't let us come off again until the seven day free trial is up. It says so right here." "Hit the upload button, dammit! I'm getting horny just thinking about how hot and sexy some of those five hundred alien species must be!" **** The female human profile was causing quite a sensation among all galaxies associated with The Dating Site For Aliens. There had never been humans on the site before and many species were unaware of what earth women even looked like, until now. Reshton Vrosha of the planet Orion, in the Aspar Galaxy, viewed the earth women's profile with intense interest. "Think I found something, here." Borel Creshna sighed skeptically. "That's what you said the last ten times, and they all turned out to be pretty lame." "What about two earth women?" "Earth? Earth? Oh yeah, that M class planet down by the Milky Way. But I think you're seeing things again. There aren't any members within a hundred light years of that part of the universe, much less on that miserable piece of rock." "Look for yourself, Borel. Wow! They look sexy." "Any supplement baby feeders?" "They only have two of them. Wait, I'll get my book for interplanetary lingo. Earthlings call them...uh let's see...yes, breasts, mind you, but they also have very curvy bodies from what I can see. Nice too. Real nice!" "But what about their mating holes?" "Wait a minute. I'll look the technical term up. Ahh...here we go, pussies or vaginas." "Not the names, you moron, the size! The last two species you got us mixed up with couldn't accommodate our giant mating rods at all. Their holes were so damn small that-" Borel suddenly stopped talking. His friend Reshton's eyes were glued to the screen, fixated upon the beautiful earth women's fabulous hair. "Their head strands are pretty spectacular," Reshton exclaimed. "You know how most species have head strands that boring standard brown? Just look at these two earth babes. Long flowing flaming red hair on the one, and gorgeous dangling blond curls on the other. Makes my mating rods extra hard and long just glaring at 'em!" "Anything makes your mating rods extra hard and long, just like that long pointy head of yours. Have you any idea how long it would take to transport them the fuck out here to meet them? Find something a little closer to home you moron." "Naww. These earth women are the bomb. I say we date 'em. It's only let's see...by our transporter, thirty of their earth seconds to bring them out here." "Okay, fine. It's super fast," Borel conceded. "But at six Chriethons a journey per body? That's twelve Chriethons. A whole lot of money just to whisk a couple of babes out here. And another twelve Chriethon to whisk them back. A whole day's fucking pay, just to meet two earth women." "Yeah, but think of the prestige. No other guy on our planet or even the millions of members on the site can boast of having dated earth women before. We'll be the first. That'll make us real celebrities." "That'll make us saps. Don't forget, that to show them around and take them to dinner's gonna cost even more. They're not like other, much closer females we could date that would cost nothing to bring here and that have seen the sights already. We could save a bundle." "Fuck you," Reshton spat out. "It's always about money. Money, money, money! Isnt' that what money is for? Having a good time? The head strands, or hair, as earth people call it, why that alone turns me on and makes me incredibly hard. I count at least three holes we can glide in and out of, four if you count in between those massive breasts of theirs." Borel squeezed the lids to his four eyes tighter together, signaling he was deep in thought and mulling over his room mate's words carefully. He had to admit to himself, that the thought of long flowing, flaming red hair was powerfully enticing. "On one condition," Borel suddenly offered. "Name it," Reshton countered, his ears perking up enthusiastically over what he believed to be a change of heart to his stubborn friend's usually fun killing mindset. "I want the red head." "Why don't we let the girls decide who they want? It always works out better that way." "Hmmm, words of the wise. Alright then, count me in. I'll go full halves, whatever the costs." "Now your talking," Reshton exclaimed. "I'll send them an intergalactic nudge." "Just send them mail to their computer, email, I think they call it." "I'll let the dating site sort out that technical stuff. All I have to do is click on'message' and type something to catch their attention." "Fine. How about 'loved your profile. You earth women sound very interesting. Would love to meet.' Whaddya think of that Reshton?" "I think you're not an intergalactic poet, but it'll do rather nicely for a start." "Now all I have to do is hit send. Should I?" ""I said you should, didn't I? As long as I get the one with the red hair like we agreed upon." "That was my idea, you thief," Borel protested. "But seriously, what if she prefers me?" "I should think that's hardly unlikely, not when I'm so incredibly hot." "Really!" "Of course, really," Reshton insisted. "I've got a muscled chest, and four powerful arms to sweep her off her feet, not to mention my three mating rods. You did say these earth women have three holes didn't you?" "It would seem so." "Seem?" "Why don't you wait until we meet 'em, and then if you get to use all your mating rods, you'll know she's got three holes. That way you don't have to keep asking me the same stupid question. Am I human? Do I know for sure how many holes an earth woman has?" *** "You sure wine is a good idea?" Rachel asked. "I'm still rip roaring stoned from that damn joint." "I need a drink. We've been staring at all these intergalactic nudges till we're cross eyed. Some of the pics are so damn weird, I want to take a shower just looking at them." "Yeah, but others are incredibly sexy," Rachel pointed out. "Giant cocks, sensual feelers, multiple tentacles, seductive suction cups that could probably vacuum our breasts until we want to scream out loud from all the fucking unbearable non-stop pleasure." "Speaking of giant cocks and suction cups, there is that email we first saw about the two guys from Orion...let's see...oh yeah, Borel and Reshton are their names. Part of their profile talked about 3 mating rods. They are obviously talking about cocks. Can you just fucking imagine a male with three cocks?" "And giant ones at that! Yeah, to be honest, I was thinking about those two Orion males ever since we first got their email. Their pics look awesome. Seven feet high and as wide as a brick house. Solid muscle with four arms at their sides. Two could reach down and hold my shoulders and two could reach down and hold my ass." "No need to tell me where you'd stuff their 3 cocks," Cynthia exclaimed. "You always were an over the top kind of girl. As for me, I'd probably want to make them come one at a time, savor the moment so to speak, and finally do justice to the term all night long." "It says here that their mating rods have built in vibrators for maximum female pleasure. Can you imagine, gigantic cocks with built in vibrators? We'd think we'd died and gone to heaven, for pete's sake. How fucking turned on is that? I'm hotter than fire just thinking about it." "I must admit that my pussy is also soaking wet at just the thought of it. Were human females even built to withstand such glorious bliss? We'd be moaning out of our skulls at all that action. I say we go for it!" "You got no argument from me," Rachel seconded. "But how do we go about it?" Cynthia took a swig of wine straight from the bottle then handed it to Rachel. She shrugged and did the same, gasping at how strong it was. "You sure this shit ain't whiskey?" "It says wine on it." "Yeah, but some wine is stronger than others." "That's a good thing, isn't it?" Cynthia asked. "The drunker we are is the harder it would be to change our minds and lose out on such glorious fucking!" "Here, let me type in a response. 'Dear Orion males. We are definitely interested. We'd love to meet, even now, but are not sure on how to go about it. As you can see from the flashing 'new species' sign above our profiles, this is our first time using this dating site.'" Cynthia's finger hovered above the'send' button. "Maybe we should think it over though. How do we get to this Orion planet? And more importantly, how do we get back?" "Who cares?" Rachel insisted impatiently. "You've got me horny out of my mind. I'm so hot and bothered I'm actually on God damn fire. With three vibrating cocks taking turns with my pussy, what makes you think I even want to come back? Send the damn message, will you?" Cynthia still hesitated but Rachel's desperation got the better of her and she brushed her finger out of the way and hit'send,' herself. Cynthia sighed. "Well, I guess this is the one way to find out." The message coming back was almost instantaneous. "Dear Earth women, thanks for the prompt reply. Simply type in how long you want your date with us to last, and then hit the 'deliver' button. As long as you both have a hand on the computer, it will transport you to our planet, and more importantly to where we are, quite instantly. When the earth hours you punch in has elapsed, then the system will automatically scramble your molecules and re-assemble them back to where you are now, whether your computer is still turned on or not. A fail safe system, really. You've nothing to worry about. My friend and I suggest six earth hours. That will give us time to get acquainted, in, well, any way you'd like, and if you didn't want intimacy, being it's our first date and all, we could show you the sights, so to speak. Maybe do dinner or drinks and dancing or something like that. Whatever turns you on." "It's the turning on part that excites us," Rachel typed back. "We're ready to come now. I'm hitting the deliver button and we're holding onto the computer like you said." They both took hold of the computer and Rachel typed in'six earth hours.' Then she stretched forth her finger to hit the deliver button. Cynthia's mind was racing in a thousand directions. What if the system spread her molecules across a hundred galaxies then couldn't put her back together on the other side. What if she got put back together but in a weird way? What if she couldn't get back to earth? What if the Orion brothers turned out to be butchers and not lovers? She suddenly pulled her hand away and as Rachel hit 'deliver,' she disappeared instantly, leaving Cynthia alone in the room. The sensation of being pulled apart into a million pieces was suddenly followed by a calm and acknowledgement, that whatever had been done to her, had by no means harmed her, and had, after a brief thirty second interval, deposited her back together again, exactly as she had started out, only now in a strange surroundings. "Hi, I'm Borel. Your journey was not too harrowing, I take it?" "No, I'm fine, except that I have the feeling I've just been scrambled then put together again, that's all." "A thousand light years from where you stood mere seconds ago. Welcome to the planet Orion." "And I'm Reshton. We're the two Orion males in the profile that was sent to you. Please forgive our raspy voices, but the universal transmitters in our throats allow us to speak to you in English. I'm afraid you wouldn't understand our languages." "I'm sure I wouldn't," Rachel said, adding a smile. "I was always a dunce in school at earthly languages, much less alien ones." "You other half, Cynthia, I believe the profile read, the sexy blond one. She's not with you?" Rachel sighed, then laughed. "No, I guess she chickened out at the end." "Chickened out?" "Yeah, you know, got scared." "Ahh, yes, got scared. But scared of what? As you can see, there is no crime on Orion. We're a peace loving people, only we love our, how shall I put it? Why not just put it how you earthlings do? We love our sex. And so, with the advent of the Alien Dating Site, some five earth years ago, most of us Orion males have been checking out different female species, just as how our own Orion females have been checking out the available alien males. We Orions are what you humans refer to as...as...help me out here, will you Borel?" "Swingers. I think the word you're looking for is swingers." "Yes, that's the word. Thanks Borel. Swingers. And I absolutely adore your long flowing scarlet colored hair. It really makes my mating rods super hard." "You're making me blush," Rachel confessed, checking out Reshton and Borel's super hot bodies. They were seven feet tall, with four arms at their sides, and four feet that resembled hoofs more than human feet. Their faces were humanoid like, but with four glowing eyes and a slit for a mouth. There didn't seem to be a nose. Their lips were large and wet, very seductive, but their words came from their throats and not their mouths. Their mouths were larger than a human's but Rachel gasped at their chests, which were supremely muscular, and their rippling abs simply out of this world. "You seem to be staring, without saying anything Rachel. Is everything all right?" "It's more than alright. You two look weird to say the least, but amazingly sexy nonetheless, especially those abs and those four skillul looking hands. I bet you would know just how to hold onto a human woman with hands like that." "Our palms give off sensual pulses that would seek to activate your sexual responses. When you add in our vibrating mating rods, I suppose we could take your female body to orgasm a hundred or so times more powerful than what you're used to." "Sounds positively yummy! And I can't get over the way you're all so blue all over, even your eyes, and, well, those cocks of yours. How long are those damn things anyways?" "Each of our three mating rods are exactly four of your earth feet long. They vibrate to stimulate a woman's...uh...help me out again Borel? The human terms for shnell, bastioni and glostens? I doubt the translator can decipher those words." "Uh, yeah, that would be pussy, anus and breasts. The word mouth translates easily. Soooo, anyways, our three mating rods are used to stimulate our female's pussy, anus and breasts. She in turn, signals she is hot by wrapping her lips around our cocks to make them super hard, then after about three of your earth hours, our women are finally 'in heat,' super aroused, I think you call it. And our mating rods are suddenly full of Orion sperm. That's when we too, are in heat. Sorry I can't explain it better." "No, I understand the term, 'in heat' just |
fine. As a matter of fact, I'm in heat right now. I didn't come all the way across a hundred galaxies just to talk. Some of us earth women at times get disappointed with earth men, and so, meeting you both is a chance for us to see how females in the rest of the universe get to live. Do you mind if I get to touch one of those things, mating-" "Just call them cocks, since that's what you're used to saying, and yes, please do, touch whatever you like, however you like, whenever you like, although please be fair to both Borel and myself. If you do start touching us long and hard, then it's only fair that we...that we...Borel, more help please?" "All the way! It's only fair you let all three of our cocks go all the way if you're going to touch them and turn them on. Hot and bothered I think is another useful human term." "I'm used to being hot and bothered," Rachel spat out. "That's why I buy dildos sometimes." Reshton looked puzzled. "Borel? Please? Dildos?" "She's referring to artificial mating rods that can stimulate a woman's pussy, anus or breasts." "I see. Well Rachel. You won't need any dildos while you're on our planet, especially in the presence of Borel and myself. We do it long and hard or soft and playful. However you want it. All night long, if that's your thing. No need for artificial poles of any sort here." Rachel smiled. "All night long! That's definitely my thing." "Excellent, and does that ever feel good," Reshton said, almost in a moan as Rachel began rubbing the end of one of his cocks with her right hand. Her left, she wrapped around one of Borel's, stretching the sensitive alien skin back and forth on his as well. "I don't mind telling you that Borel and myself are the envy of the entire universe right now, actually being in the presence of an earth woman, having her play with our cocks. It's never been done before. The Alien Dating Site heightened its frequency waves in an attempt to reach ordinary earth computers. Yours seemed to be on some rarely used website at the time which just so happened to be connected to their dating site at the time. A freak shot in the dark, really. I'm uncertain of the technical jargon, I'm afraid. If I were a scientist or communications expert, I could probably explain it to you more accurately." "Too much talking," Rachel declared. "What are those on your chests?" "You mean these?" "No, those." "Ohh, the suction cups. We use those to latch onto a female's breasts to stimulate her sexually." "My breasts feel pretty unstimulated right now. How about latching on and doing some serious suction sucking." "Hmm, they're pretty powerful. They might over stimulate you, make you reach orgasm too fast. Borel and I would like to take our time." "Over stimulate is good, trust me," Rachel managed. "I plan on many, many orgasms tonight. One extra is not gonna hurt a bit." "We don't mean to be presumptuous," Borel said. "You do want to be humped by both of us, don't you?" "Absolutely," Rachel clarified. "I'm so fucking hot right now, I'm ready to explode and just keep on exploding." Reshton's suction cups attached to her breasts, their moist center, latching on to her nipples and gently squeezing them. Rachel moaned wildly at the incredible slice of heaven now ever so sweetly pummeling her breasts, making them swell and pulsate in an explosion of bliss that intensely surpassed any joy she had previously encountered. Borel's two leftover mating rods now carefully rubbed against her quivering ass, parting her curvy bum cheeks until one of them gradually entered her anus, squiring natural lubricants that relaxed her muscles around the opening while highlighting her vivid sensations of pleasure. After a moment or two the large cock head began sliding in and out of her bum cheeks and stunning her anus with an exquisite taste of heaven. Her hands still clutched one of their cocks in both hands. Lubricants flowed down her hands to make jerking them off that much easier. Her finger encircled them harder and she glided up and down a full twelve inches of each, making the blue males moan out of their skulls. "Oohhh, Orion females would never jerk us off like this. They feel it's too beneath them. But you earth women, you're so accommodating. It makes us want to suck and hump you even harder." "Harder's good," Rachel pleaded. "Harder's so very, very good." Her anus was full of alien lubricant now, and a cock that glided carefully in and out of her with a vibrating rhythm that made her whole body shiver with rabid excitement. One set of Borel's hands gripped her bum cheeks, making her even hotter. The other set of his hands rubbed her thighs, setting here on absolute fire. But it was Reshton that was sending her to the ultimate paradise, gently rubbing the outer edges of her vaginal lips with a pulsating cock that oozed lubricant and toyed with going inside of her, making her beg with large, green eyes that were letting him know she was about to go to another level of pleasure so intense, it threatened to send her to another planet if he dared put that giant cock of his all the way inside of her. He suddenly pressed his giant lips to her mouth, and her toes curled at the magical sensations of his tongue parting her own lips. The kiss was earth shattering and set the tone for what was about to come. For his giant cock now stretched her pussy open wide, stunning her already mind blown senses and making her groan out of her skull as he began thrusting in and out with wild abandon. *** "I counted twelve times exactly," Rachel boasted. "They made you come twelve times? So many orgasms? That's not possible? Over how long a time?" "Over six hours, well about five hours and forty-five minutes, actually. We chatted for the first fifteen minutes. But we fucked right up until the end, when suddenly the six hours we'd typed in was up and I was whisked back here." "Your nipples and breasts do look very swollen and there is a lot of blue liquid coming out of your pussy and bum. Running down your legs, actually." "My breasts swelling are from the suction cups I told you about. What a heavenly ride. These nipples of mine will never be the same though. Reshton told me the injections from his suction cups with forever keep them thick and about an inch long. They can never go down, and will always be sensitive to the touch, a real turn on from here on in." "Hmm. I can just imagine you in a bikini now. Every guy on the beach will be panting at the sight of those massive nipples pressing so seductively into your top." "The blue stuff running down my legs is their cum. It is pretty rank though, smells awful." "No kind of alien condom? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" Rachel laughed. "Don't be silly. You can't have alien sperm fertilizing a human egg. At least I hope not. Can you imagine how weird that would be to have a blue baby with four arms, four legs and three massive cocks?" Cynthia laughed as well. Then she pondered over her friend's words. "You said blue babies. Does that mean Reshton and Borel were the same color of their cum? Blue?" "You got it. Every inch of their bodies were blue. The same royal blue shade that's running down my legs as we speak." "It is pretty rank smelling. Maybe you should shower. It's all over you actually." "Yeah, they came multiple times also. But it wasn't just the amount of orgasms that took hold of me. It was the intensity that really blew my mind. They were right when they said that any orgasm I had with them would be a hundred times as powerful as any I had with human males." "Wow! That must have been quite a party then." "You know it, girl." They moved toward the ensuite with Cynthia's eyes transfixed upon Rachel's changed and monstrous nipples. "Wish I could get nipples like yours," she said as Rachel turned on the shower water. She stepped inside and Cynthia began washing the blue sperm off of her friend's legs, bum and hips. "Your tongue is blue as well as your chin. You had it all going on last night, didn't you girl?" Rachel smiled. "More than you know. That was by far the greatest night of my life. I'll never be the same again. Too bad I can't repeat it, ever. It turns out that the cost of a one month membership is the equivalent to ten million earth dollars." Cynthia looked shocked. "Ten million. Shit! It figures something so out of this world sweet would have to have an out of this world price tag. Still, what are you talking about when you say you can't repeat the fuck session with those two? The site said we had a free one week trial." "Yeah, well one of their weeks is actually only the same as half of one of our days. In just less than six hours from now the free trial offer will forever expire. It never gets offered twice apparently. I'm afraid my pussy, anus, and breasts took such a sweet pounding that I couldn't possibly take on another session right now. I'll need a few hours to recover, but by then, unfortunately, it will be too late for me to have another joy ride with those fabulous, amazing six cocks." "What? Does that mean I won't be able to get my share of heavenly fucking either?" "Sorry Cynthia, but you took your hand off the computer at the last second. You were afraid, I guess." "Damn right I was afraid. Only now I'm just sorry. The opportunity for the fuck of a lifetime, and I blow it. Damn, how stupid am I? What is wrong with me? Here I am, so fucking bored with these lame earth guys, and along comes some really heavenly out of this world blue colored dudes, and what do I do? I let the opportunity pass me by." "Well, that's not exactly true," Rachel said with a mischievous smile plastered onto her face. "If you'll recall, I just finished saying that the one week free trial will be up in just under six earth hours." "And?" "And while you were sleeping, I came back with a little present." "A present?" "Yes. A souvenir from the planet Orion. On loan for the next five hours and forty-nine minutes. Go check your walk in closet." Cynthia walked over to her closet and opened the door, then gasped at the sight. Two giant blue male Orions by the names of Borel and Reshton stood anxiously in the midst, their trios of blue mating rods still stiff from the intense humping session with Rachel. "Hi, I'm Borel." "And I'm Reshton. Since the free trial isn't set to expire till the next five earth hours, we thought we should-" "Shhhh," Cynthia demanded, smiling as she reached and placed a finger to his thick, sexy blue lips. "If we only have five hours, let's not waste time talking about it." The suction cups from Reshton's chest elongated until they wrapped themselves tightly around her breasts, forever enlarging her nipples and stunning her swelling breasts with such savage turn on that she groaned wildly and loudly, gripping two blue waving cocks at random and stuffing one into her anus and the other into her pussy. Lubricants flooded both holes, initiating full, vibrating thrusts that sent her into a paradise she never thought possible. She curled her toes at the exquisite bliss, shocked as his thick, seductive blue lips began peppering her face with moist, thoughtful kisses. "Save a little for me," Rachel giggled, as she opened the door to peek, knowing full well the blue Orion males were far too sexy and heavenly for Cynthia to possibly want to share. "No way," Cynthia managed in between moans. "You had your chance." Rachel smiled and toyed with her swollen, exhausted pussy at the vivid, joy filled memories. "Yes, I certainly did have my chance, didn't I? But it wouldn't kill you to give me another hour with them!" "Okay," Cynthia managed, her eyelids fluttering at the sensations of the greatest orgasm she'd ever had, now surging through her stunned and happy body. "I'll...I'll try to save you an hour...but...but I'm not making any promises." ### It was a snowy day outside in the last week of February. I was getting ready to leave for work, collecting my few carry things near the radiator in the front hallway. In the dimly lit hallway ahead, I heard the front door open and a blast of cold air surrounded me as I realized that my Master had just come home. He approached me taking His coat off and hanging it on a hook. As He turned towards me, He began to address me. "Whew it is cold out there, and not looking to get any better soon. The road conditions are such that you need to stay home today and call in." I promptly went to the phone and called my employer explaining that conditions were such that I was going to have to miss work today and would be there tomorrow if the weather improved. Turning back towards my Master, I glanced out the window and noticed that water was dripping from the trees and that the driveway was clear of all frozen precipitation. As I continued my turn, in the dim light, I saw the smile spread across His face. I slowly approached Him, knelt down before Him, and removed His shoes. They were dry. I had been set-up. My pussy came to life soaking my sheer panties at the thought of what was to happen that cold winter afternoon. He lifted me to my feet, running his hands down my sides and across my thighs. He slid his fingers under the elastic on my panties and down my slit toward my quivering cunt opening. They were met by a sudden gush of fluid. He spoke to me as he smiled into my face. "You think you have this all figured out, don't you, My little cum slut?" He slammed me back against the wall over the radiator, startling me. I immediately felt the heat from the radiator against my exposed legs and through my clothing. He sensed my discomfort, and saw me try to move. He promptly slapped me across the face, reminding me that I was His to do with as He wished and that I would endure whatever He wanted for me. The heat from His hand slowly spread across my cheek. He reached behind me and slid His fingers into the elastic band of my skirt. Holding me firmly against the wall, He slid the skirt down towards my ankles and off my legs, to rest in a tossed mound at my feet. Without the skirt, my sheer soaked panties offered no protection from the blistering heat of the radiator. He reached up above me and took down a spider plant from a ceiling hook, setting it on the floor a few feet away. He then pulled off His belt and tied my hands together at the wrists and set the belt into the ceiling hook suspending me. He said, "Stay put. I will be back in a few. I need to get a couple of things from upstairs in order to continue with our play." Fighting back tears of pain, I answered, "Yes Master." He disappeared into the darkness and I heard him moving about in the rooms upstairs. It seemed like an eternity, but He finally returned. The radiator had started to cool, the thermostat having been satisfied. He approached me out of the darkness and I felt His fingers slowly unbutton my blouse, unclipping my bra and started to remove both. When He realized that my hands being tied would not permit the removal of these garments, He expelled a sigh of exasperation. He said, "Don't worry my little cunt, all of your clothes will come off. These just need a little help from My friend." He reached into His pocket and I heard the click of a knife opening, then the slight tug as it was run across the fabric of blouse and bra, rendering them unusable in the future. What was left of both fell to the floor in a pile. I saw the shine of the blade as He moved it about in the dim light. Never a good look. Then I felt the cold steel as he brushed it across my breasts and belly. Even though we had played many times before, I still attempted to withdraw from the blade. No where to go. He slowly changed the angle of the blade, moving from the sharp elongated edge to the needle sharp point. The change brought on a shudder of fear, as well as a quiver of excitement in my cunt. I could feel my skin slowly tear as the point broke the top layer of skin, almost like a slight scratch. I knew that He was slowly etching my smooth skin with this knife point, leaving a red trail wherever the knife had been in contact. When to breath? If I inhaled, I took the chance of getting cut. My lungs were crying for air that I was afraid to give them. Finally He backed off for a moment and I gulped air into my lungs. Chest heaving, I heard my Master laugh. Once again the knife's point was against my skin. Master said, "This time we continue until you breath." He began to trace my skin again, moving from belly to breasts, flicking my engorged nipples, leaving white lines where they had been cut. The panic in my head rapidly overcame the raging excitement in my cunt. Fluids poured down my thighs at the same time that I started to squirm to get away. I realized I had peed on myself, filling my high heels with warm piss. The radiator started to whistle again. Up to now I had been able to hide the fact that I had wet myself from my Master. He was concentrating on the knife play and had missed the flow of pee. But with the radiator heating up, so did my piss soaked panties, releasing the smell of fresh urine into the air. Master backed off from me with a slight smile in His voice as he said: "It would appear that My slut has soiled herself without permission." My chest started to ache. My throat tightened as it became harder to swallow. The regulator for the radiator started to spit hot water onto my bare skin causing me to wince as each drop hit me. Master leaned back on the opposite wall and laughed at my predicament. Coming back towards me, He traced my brown nipples with His knife, this time drawing a thin line of blood to trickle from them. As the beads of blood expanded, small rivulets flowed down my tits toward my chest There the flow stopped, blood congealing. "Now, getting back to this piss play without permission," my Master said. "You like having that warm wet feeling between your legs. Well, I want you to have all you can get." He jerked me sideways by my hips, ripping my sheer panties off of my body. My cunt bruised by the last tearing of the fabric. He then positioned me over the regulator, legs spread open. The radiator was wide open now, the boiler in the basement heating the water supply so as to satisfy the thermostat on the wall. Water was spitting out of the cut-off knob, spraying out against my now bare pussy as my Master held me straddling this device. I could feel the steam rise into my pussy, causing me to want to withdraw, and each time a droplet of water hit my skin making me jump. I heard my Master curse as I realized that the boiler had shut off after only a few seconds of my being held in this position. The steam and spitting water receded. Master reached up and took my tied hands down from the hook and led me down to the basement. There we had assembled a playroom that would have been the pride of any consenting adult. He then reattached me to a hook in the ceiling. All I had on was a pair of high heels, all other clothing having been ripped or cut from my body. With me dangling from a hook, Master went to one wall where He had all of His toys carefully displayed. He came back with a spreader bar and attached it to my ankles. He then attached a hook to a center eyelet on the bar. Using a rope tied to the hook, he raised my legs off the ground to where I was suspended by hands and ankles. He went back to His wall of toys and got a heavy riding crop. This He proceeded to use on my swollen cunt. First He lightly tapped on the outer pussy lips, then using His fingers to part them, He used the crop on my clit. From having been thoroughly steamed earlier, both my cunt lips and clit were still in agony. The use of the crop on both simply compounded this. But I am a good masochistic slut and rapidly got into the swing of things as He continued to use my cunt for His enjoyment. I could feel my pussy lips being turned into raw meat, sticky with the slightest trace of blood from the crop. My clit was totally exposed, bruised and beaten, yet begging for more so that I could reach orgasm. I did so want to cum. My Master sensed this and would change rhythm so that I could not get adjusted. Then there was silence……..no swooshing of the crop…….no slapping of leather against raw skin. It was then that I exploded. Master had very quietly moved Himself into position where He could lick and kiss my swollen cunt. As soon as His warm breathe and wet tongue caressed my swollen pussy and clit, I was gone. Waves of convulsions flowed through my body causing me to buck within the restraints holding me in the air. My legs and arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets, but I didn't want this sensation to stop. "Does My slave like this?" But then my Master already knew the answer. He then inverted me so that I was face down to the floor still suspended by hands and ankles. He came around to my head and pulled my hair back raising my face. He then proceeded to shove His swollen cock into my mouth. With Him standing still, I was rocked back and forth, fucking His cock with my wet, hungry mouth. My body wanted to scream in pain as He rocked me, but a mouthful of cock kept my silence. Back and forth He rocked me. I could feel Him getting larger in my mouth, knowing that He would soon grace me with a load of His precious cum. He fucked my face harder, making me gag as He bottomed His cock out in my mouth to His nut sack. Spit pooled on the floor below my head where it was pumped out of my mouth by His thick cock. I could feel His nut sack slapping my chin. Then the pre-cum started. But only as a warning to the huge load that immediately followed. I gagged every drop down, knowing that if I lost any, I would be severely punished. He removed His now limp cock from my sore mouth, releasing my hair, allowing my head to drop. I was totally used. But Master did not release me from my restraints immediately. He rolled me back over so that my back was once again towards the floor. The pain was excruciating, starting from the ends of my extended limbs, to the attached joints. He finally came back and lowered my legs to the ground. My now dead weight was carried by my still tied arms. Still trying to regain my composure, I heard my Master order me back to my feet. The once athletic limbs felt like rubber as I extended them back below me. I could feel the cold floor on my feet, shoes having been lost. Suddenly and without warning I felt the sharp crack of a flogger across my ass cheeks. Then again. And again. Each blow causing me to arch my back to absorb the energy being released. I could feel the skin on the tips of my toes being scrubbed off from sliding along the floor as each blow of the flogger was delivered. As I started to fade out of awareness into blissful subspace, I wondered what my pedicurist would be thinking when I came in next. The empty floating…….the serene feeling of peace ………subspace. Abruptly I was pulled back to earth as my hair felt like it was being ripped from my head. "Where are you going slut? You have not asked permission to leave, and yet here I stand alone. Well not so. I decided I wanted your company for a bit longer. Next time you might ask before you decide to leave." With my hair still in one of His hands, immobilizing my head, He backhanded my face, causing me to bite my tongue and lower lip. I soon tasted the blood from both places as it filled my mouth. A second hit from the other side caused my mouth to open. Blood filled spit flew out of my mouth, spraying my Master and covering my chest with crimson red. He dropped my hair and stood back examining the scene. My head, blood running from mouth, sank upon my chest. My Master was enraged. He grabbed a bucket of water in the corner and doused me with it. He pulled my hair back, forcing my mouth open. He then poured water into my mouth until the red subsided. Unable to swallow, I started coughing and gagging. Blackness set in. I awoke to the feel of clamps being attached to my wet, hard nipples. Being groggy, I did not immediately sense that wires were attached to the clamps until my body became racked with spasms created by the pulse generator on the bench. As each pulse of electricity entered my body, I convulsed even more, bringing the sound of laughter from my Master. I turned my head towards Him and watched Him turn the dial, while at the same time He giggled like a little boy with His toy. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Calm set in. I felt hands upon mine as I was unhooked from the ceiling and brought to rest on an examination table where I could lay down. A blanket was laid across me. Once covered, My Master removed the extension bar and belt from my limbs. Master proceeded to wash my face, gently wiping the crusted blood from my lips. With a soft brush, He worked all the knots out of my hair and brushed it out smooth. He went upstairs and got a bottle of cocoa butter and carefully applied it to my pussy lips. The soothing effect was immediate As I started to slip into the final stages of subspace and sleep, I heard my Master commend me on the play today. "You did very well My pet. Sleep now and in a bit, you will have a nice hot bath." With that, I curled up and happily fell into a deep sleep. Free speech does not mean the right to scream "Fire!' in a crowded movie theater. The matter has been decided in courts of law and in the court of public opinion. [It comes under the doctrine of reckless endangerment.] In both arenas, the backers of unlimited free speech have lost. Free speech does not mean the right to physically threaten someone. Again, the matter has been decided in courts of law and in the court of public opinion. In both arenas, the backers of unlimited free speech have lost. Similarly, there are several other items where the individual right of free speech is subject to limitations. The items include sexual harassment, information protected under government security rules, information protected under private security rules [e.g. confidentiality agreements,] slander and certain uses of obscenity. Most reasonable people accept the above stated limitations on free speech for obvious reasons. If a person attempts to exercise 'free speech rights' where no such rights have been determined to exist, then that person does not help free speech and, in fact, undermines the rights of others to have free speech rights. It is obvious that an individual who deliberately causes others to lose free speech rights is wrong both morally and practically. If free speech is to remain as a right, responsible individuals need to exercise care in the use of free speech. If an individual tries to publish a Literotica story involving the violent rape of a five-year-old girl by an adult male, then that individual is a danger to the entire Literotica community. Such child pornography is not a permitted use of free speech. It does no good to argue that such a story should be allowed, courts of law have decided otherwise in many, many cases. In such a case, the would be author is endangering not only his/her free speech rights, but also the free speech rights of authors everywhere. On the other hand, responsible exercise of free speech gives authors defensible examples to use as arguments against censorship. People are going to seek out and read erotic literature and they have been doing so for literally thousands of years. Thus, erotic literature that obeys the laws limiting free speech is a positive force for an organization such as Literotica. There is nothing the opponents of free speech like better than a good example of a case of free speech run wild. Such a case can be shown to a court or even to the general public and cited as a reason why censorship is needed. Going 'outside the lines' when the lines have already been decided in courts of law is not just useless, it is damaging to the concept of free speech. If an author writes a story where a character in a story uses profanity to a degree that one would expect of a person of the type being described, it is probably a good and defensible use of profanity. In fact, the use of profanity by characters has been steadily expanded over the years by people writing good stories where the characters used the profanity such characters would be likely to use in real life. However, if the characters in a story simply scream profanity at one another, such use has been determined by courts of law not to be protected free speech and does harm to those who want free speech. If an author can write a towering work of literature where a 16-year-old girl has sex with an adult male and the sex and the age of the character are organic to the story, then such a story is risky, but might expand free speech rights. If a simple'stroke' story involves the same 16-year-old girl sex with an adult male, then that story will hurt free speech rights. There is no imaginable story where a six-year-old girl has sex with an adult male where that story will do anything except hurt free speech rights. In general, a real literary masterpiece allows certain ideas to be expressed under free speech where the ideas can expand free speech. Run of the mill stuff is much more likely to impede, rather than expand free speech. Certain areas of erotica, while not specifically illegal under current court decisions, may be considered very high risk areas. Things like torture, sex with four footed animals, 'golden showers,' and physical violence are examples of high risk areas. Again, If an author can write a towering work of literature using certain of the high risk items, perhaps the risk is justified by the possible expansion of free speech right. However, a very pedestrian high risk story will very likely harm free speech, rather than help free speech. In summary, the responsible individual needs to consider not only his/her free speech rights, but also the free speech rights of others who write stories on the edge of what is currently permissible. The erotica genre is currently on the edge. If an individual thinks he/she has written a true masterpiece that may expand the limits of free speech, well and good. However, since the author is risking the free speech rights of others, the'masterpiece' should be thoroughly reviewed by people with expertise in the area. Only after a very substantial majority of the people involved agree that the work is indeed a masterpiece and the risk is worthwhile should the work be attempted to be published. A responsible individual does not risk the free speech rights of others to try to expand his/her own free speech rights without a careful, informed review of the situation beforehand. |
_This story has some bi oral associated with so if that's not your bag, just wanted to warn you._ I just had my 40th reunion and it was a bigger surprise than I expected. Most of the people from my class I hadn't seen since high school since I moved away from that small town and never looked back, right after graduation. I didn't make it to any of the other reunions either since it was to far to go or I was too busy to get away. This year when I got the letter, I figured what the hell and decided to go. It was also going to be their first multi-class reunion. I got to my hotel the night before the reunion and had booked a room at a nearby town since all the hotels in my hometown (All three) were booked. I slept pretty well and wondered who would be there tomorrow. I arrived at the high school for the afternoon "tea" as they called it and was surprised that there were so many there. They gave me one of those stick-on nametags with a name and year graduated. I started to wander around seeing if there was anyone I recognized. After 40 years, there wasn't one face I recognized. Not that the years hadn't been kind but there were a lot of old people there. After all, I hadn't been in the school in 40 years. It dawned on me that now I was one of those old people. Finally a man approached me with outstretched hand, and looking at his nametag, it was Randy A, a guy two years younger than me and a friend of my sisters from her year group. We chatted a while and he offered to introduce me around. He was still a local guy and had kept more or less in touch with some of the alumni and was one of the organizers for the event. It didn't take too long before I recognized some of the people from my class and started up the normal chit chat of where we've been and what we've been up to for the last four decades. All in all, I was having a pretty good time. People kept arriving and there were more who I recognized more by name than anything else. Karen, a girl one year junior to me and I hit it off pretty well. She was just your average looking farm woman but had a great smile. She said she was still local and had married Jerry, a kid from a nearby town and now they farmed a few miles outside of town. He was in another town a couple hours away getting some machinery parts but would make it for the banquet later that evening. As we chatted longer, I realized that the chatting had turned into flirting and we found ourselves walking through the hallways of the school, reminiscing over the old days. I was surprised when she made a confession to me. She said she'd had a crush on me her sophomore year. I didn't know what to say and just laughed. It was a laugh of delight and embarrassment and she caught on right away. I was surprised when she looked around and then raised up on her toes and kissed me soundly for a brief tow seconds before she released me and laughed. She said she was sorry but just had to do that. We talked some more and wandered the halls a little longer before we made our way back to the main cafeteria area. I still wasn't sure what to think. One thing I was thinking was that I didn't want to get shot by a jealous farmer. We separated and I continued to mingle, chatting with old friends and acquaintances until four, when the tea ended. All in all, it was a good afternoon. I still couldn't forget that kiss though. It was one of those lingering kisses. Walking out to my SUV, I noticed her saying goodbye to someone in the parking lot and she waved. I waved back and she walked over to me with a light step and that smile. "A penny for your thoughts?" she asked. I told her it was probably better that she didn't know. She just smiled again and laughed. This time it was more of a wicked little laugh. She asked me if I had any plans before the banquet and I told her no, that I was just going to go back to my hotel, shower and change. She asked where I was staying and was surprised I was 1/2 hour away. She said since Jerry wasn't home and she had nothing better to do, would I mind if she came along for the ride. The first thing that happened was feeling my cock give one of those I'm awake twitches but quickly put that out of my mind. A little surprised, I said sure, why not. We had a great time chatting and before I knew it, we were at my hotel. We continued to chat for almost an hour until I told her I better hurry up and take a quick shower and change. She turned on Tv and I went into the bathroom with my clothes and started a quick hot shower. I was pretty surprised when the curtain was pulled back and Karen climbed into the shower with me. There were no more words. Le locked in a deep kiss as her breasts pushed up against my chest. Her hand reached down and started stroking my cock which was hard as a rock at this time. It wasn't long before we were out of the shower and on the bed with my face and tongue buried deep inside her pussy. I love the taste of fresh pussy and hers was delicious. Before long, she was bucking and cumming, almost breaking my nose with the intensity of her thrusts. This was just raw animalistic lust. She grabbed what little hair I had left on my head and pulled me harder against her as one orgasm swept into another. My face was drenched by the time I made my way up the bed and slid my cock all the way into her in one thrust. I continued to thrust and it just felt so right. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and emptied myself deep inside her. There was really nothing to say at that point as we just lay there soaking up each others warmth before realizing I had to get her home so she could get ready for the dinner. I quickly showered and dressed. She declined to shower because of the time we had and said she'd take a quick one at home. We continued to chat all the way out to their farm which was a shorter drive that it was back to my hometown. She said she'd pick up her car later and waved goodbye to me as I drove out of the yard and headed to the dinner. I continued to have a great time and finally met Karen and she introduced me to her husband Larry. I felt a little awkward but the way she just smiled, I was soon at ease. Jerry made his way off to talk to some others and Karen leaned up and whispered in my ear. "Jerry was home when I got there and he was really in the mood. He ate me to a great orgasm right after I got home." Then she just smiled and went off to mingle. I was a little dumbfounded for a few seconds but started to mingle once again. I don't know when it hit me that Jerry had just eaten her shortly after I'd cum in her. Again, I felt that little twitch. Dinner went well and after chatting with many of my old schoolmates, the reunion started to break up and people were saying their goodbyes. I decided it had been a lot of fun myself and started saying my goodbyes as well. I saw Karen and Jerry and walked over and told them goodbye and walked out the door to my car. It had a pretty good day. As I was unlocking the car, Karen came up behind me and thanked me for a great reunion. I smiled and told her it was pretty special for me as well. She hesitated for a few seconds before looking me straight in the eye and asked if I might be interested in coming out to the farm for a nightcap. I was a little uneasy about that and Karen continued to look at me and said that Jerry knew what had happened earlier. I felt my stomach start to tie up before she had the chance to add that it really turned him on. Talk about mixed emotions. I was filled with them. After a little more coaxing, I agreed. Karen said she'd be right back and went back inside for a few minutes and then came back out. She said she'd ride with me and Jerry would be along shortly. She could get her car tomorrow. I the car, heading to the farm, Karen said she had a few secrets. I asked her what those could be and she told me. Back in High School, a former girlfriend of mine had confided to Karen how much I loved eating her pussy and how good I was at it and Karen had been curious ever since. She also told me that Jerry and her had a lot of kinky fantasies over the years but living in a small town, they had no outlet to explore any of them. Now the kids were grown so..... Jerry had experienced on of his fantasies earlier today when he got to eat another mans cum from Karen. Karen got the fantasy of fucking me and having her pussy eaten afterwards. I was wondering what other fantasies they could possibly have. It wasn't five minutes after we arrived at their home before Karen was in my arms and was removing her clothes. I asked her what about Jerry. She said he fantasized about walking in while I was naked and in the arms of someone else. What could I say to that? It wasn't long before Jerry did walk into the room and smiled as he sat in a chair across from us kissing and me playing with her breasts on the couch. I watched for his reaction just in case I needed to make a dash for the door but he was just sitting there smiling. After some time, he took out his cock and started playing with it while he watched. Karen whispered in my ear that she wanted to go to the bedroom and she was soon leading me down the hallway and onto a king sized bed. She removed my clothes as I finished undressing her. We were playing around when Randy entered the room naked. His cock was standing at attention and was huge. It wasn't long until he joined us on the bed and started sucking Karen's nipple. Before long we were both kissing and sucking on various parts of Karen's body. Finally she got into a 69 position with Jerry. I watched as they pleasured each other orally when Karen looked at me and motioned me closer. Then she mouthed the words, Fuck Me. I moved up behind her and watched as Randy's tongue was darting across her soaked clit. I moved closer and watched as Randy laid his head down on the bed and I slowly entered her, little at a time. She was going crazy sucking Jerry's cock by this time and I was wondering how he was keeping from cumming. I noticed that her mouth was too small to fully take that cock in her mouth. As I began the rhythm of sliding in and out of Karen, I felt Jerry down there licking on Karen's clit again. All in all, it was feeling wonderful as her pussy contracted around my cock. I was surprised when after a while, I felt Jerry licking the underside of my shaft as well. Before I could react, it just felt so good I decided to just go with the flow. Then Jerry started to massage my balls. My thrusts started getting deeper and longer. Now and then my cock would come all the way out with a plopping sound. We all laughed at that. The next time it plopped out, Jerry took me in his mouth for a second before I went back inside Karen. I noticed the dresser mirror and that Karen was watching everything. Finally I couldn't hold back and shot my second load of the day deep inside Karen's quivering pussy. As I pulled out finally, I was surprised as Jerry once again took me in his mouth and sucked my cum off my shaft. Karen was watching and out of nowhere, she started to cum again. Jerry lost no time in clamping his mouth over her pussy and sucked all my sperm out of her. I don't think he left a drop. I guess it was time for a break because Karen got up, left the room and returned a minute later with a few bottled waters. We all chatted a while, and laughed. We talked about what had happened and if any of us had any regrets. There no regrets on this night. As we talked, I found out because of his size, there were certain things that were too difficult for them to do but they'd done about everything else two people could do. Finally Karen asked me if I was ready for round two. Who could say no. Karen and I started kissing as Jerry watched, turning them both on. I could get a faint taste of Jerry's cock while I was kissing Karen and just smiled at what a great night of firsts this had been for me and them. If you'd like to comment on my story please email me at [email protected] here in Colorado. Somehow, Karen and I ended up in a 69 with her on top when I noticed Jerry coming closer with his huge cock. I lay my head down on the bed and watched as his cock stretched Karen's pussy and slowly entered. Meanwhile, the blow job she was giving me felt great. After being mesmerized watching the rhythm of their fucking, I took a chance and started to lick Karen's clit. She immediately moaned a long contented moan. It wasn't long before I got into it and found myself licking along Jerry's shaft as he'd done for me. He started taking longer strokes and from time to time, his cock came out. I decided to go for it and the next time it slid out, I took it in my mouth. I don't know who was more surprised, Jerry or me. This was the first time I'd had a cock in my mouth and it was huge. I sucked him into my mouth a few times before returning him to Karen. It didn't take long before Jerry was getting close. I just wanted to make something special for this couple so next time Jerry pulled out, I again took him in my mouth and fondled his balls. He yelled out for me to be careful or he was going to cum. I figured what the hell and sucked him harder, trying not to gag too bad as he started thrusting in my mouth. It wasn't long till I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum filling my mouth. Surprisingly, it tasted sweet like a cream, nothing like what mine tasted like. I just kept swallowing spurt after spurt. He must have spurted 8 times. From Karen's reaction, she must have been watching because she lost all control, clamped down on my cock with her lips and started sucking me like I've never been sucked. I let Jerry's cock slip from my mouth and started concentrating on Karen's pussy. Just as I was about to cum, I felt Karen's mouth remove my cock and I knew Jerry's mouth had replaced hers. I kept up licking an sucking Karen and out of nowhere I started to shoot my load deep into Jerry's mouth. I heard Karen ask Jerry if I was cumming and I heard him go uh huh. At that point it was as if someone had opened a water valve over my mouth as Karen not only came but spraying her juices everywhere. Afterwards, we just lay there, too tired to move. Finally, we all laid on the bed and just chatted for hours, reliving and talking about what had just taken place. We all agreed it had been a mind-blowing experience and one we'd like to try again another time. And another time, we did. |
_‘… in the mists of the throne stood four beasts and a lamb.’_ Revelation A full moon hung overhead in the midnight sky. A light fog lingered waiting the dawning of a new day, as a scream went unanswered. A woman lay on the ground backing away from a dark figure that was crouched on all fours. Tears streamed down her terrified face staining the collar of her shirt. Her eyes were wide with fear as the dark figure slowly approached her. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing; the figure opened its mouth revealing its many teeth. The beast lunged forward pinning her to the ground with a gigantic clawed hand. Her scream echoed again as its large teeth bit deep into her leg ripping meat from the bone. It howled in response, bloody saliva dripping on to her bleeding leg. A claw tore open her leg as it began the tedious job of skinning her. Its other claw found her throat and her last scream died quickly in a gurgling hush. The beast was careful as it pulled the skin and muscle from her bones. It was like a surgeon, cutting and stripping the meat from her corpse, until only two piles remained of the woman, one of meat and the other of bones. With the job done, it took the tibia in its hand, careful not to fracture it and spill its contents, and broke just the tip off of one end. It held its prize high over its head and let out a guttural howl and slowly lowered the broken end to its open mouth. Its tongue licked the marrow from the bone much like a dog might with a bone. Crunching the bone little by little until there was nothing left of the bone and only then did it take up another bone. In similar ritualistic fashion it devoured every bone that lay in the pile until there was none left. With its hunger satisfied for the moment it left, leaving the pile of meat and dried blood for the flies. ÑÑÑ Aaron slept while morning came, shining brightly in from the window into his bedroom. He tossed and turned; his bed soaked with sweat and piss. His head thrashed from side to side and he awoke with a scream. Opening his eyes and peering around the room, he realized that everything was the same as it had always been. He looked into the mirror above his dresser and saw his terrified reflection looking back at him. The nightmares have gotten worse, he thought to himself, and he didn’t know why. It had been months since he left the hospital and hadn’t the doctors told him to expect disturbing dreams? He looked down at his sheets seeing again the blood that plagued his dreams and not knowing where it came from. He blinked and the blood was gone, replaced by urine and sweat. They had also told him to expect that as well, having a catheter up your piss hole for so long took its toll on your bladder control. He had been in a bad car accident and died, so they told him, but they were able to bring him back. Aaron was clinically dead for only a minute or two, but that was long enough to give him these terrible dreams that literally scared the piss out of him. On many occasions he tried to remember the dreams, but they were as elusive as his memories of the accident. The only image that he could recall was lying in a pool of his own blood. Every morning when he awoke with a scream, this is what he saw. After throwing the soaked sheets into the corner with the pile of dirty clothes he went right for the shower. Today would be the first day back at work since the accident even though Bill, his boss, told him to take more time off. But Aaron had told him that he needed to get back into a rhythm, besides he hoped the distraction would stop the dreams. Water began to fall from the shower, he always started the morning with a hot shower and today was no different. Steam clouded the small mirror over the sink were Aaron watched his reflection fade away. His mind was cloudy as the mirror was and he was prone to memory lapses now. Just small gaps now only a minute or two, but he was afraid that they would get bigger as time wore on and how would that look to Bill if it occurred on company time? When the mirror was translucent Aaron wiped his hand across it revealing his green eyes. “Everything is going to be fine,” he told himself not believing the words even as he spoke them. He watched his reflection fade out quickly, vanishing again in the steam. Aaron Jacob lived in the city of promise, New York City, and was a nobody in a city of nobodies. His fifteen minutes of fame had been only a side note on the local news broadcasts. He was a writer working as an editor for The New England Publishing House. He hated reading through books written by others, but this was the only job that he could land after college. He slaved over the literary works of others because he hadn’t made it big as a writer himself yet. He had a few books to his name, but nothing that was going to get him a book deal. Not even his own publishing house would print one of his books and that made his work even more undesirable. It was funny to him now; the job that he hated was his only salvation to the torment of his current situation. The sun reflected off the glass buildings as he emerged from his building into a sea of rushing people. Walking anywhere in New York was bad enough, Aaron couldn’t imagine what it would be like to drive in this crazed city. Aaron pressed his way toward the subway station, calculating the time it would take him to get to his destination and, like so many others on the street, he added a sense of urgency to his step. ÑÑÑ Even in the bright morning Jennifer could not believe that her cries for help went unanswered. She could see the street from where she lay. She could see the crowds of people rushing past the alley from where she and her attacker were. She was laid out on the ground, her hands pinned and legs open. Her golden hair was matted with garbage and her torn blouse was stained with dirt and oil. Her cries were rewarded with a painful hand across the cheek from the man that lay on her. Jennifer turned away from her attacker, who stank of liquor and onions, the smell almost choking her. The blouse she wore hung from her sides exposing her quivering breast that he fondled with his free hand. His eyes devoured her, looking from her breasts to the skirt that she wore. His tongue hung out the corner of his mouth as he spoke to her. “Silence, shhh, be over quick-like.” His hand snaking down her shaking body to her legs, “Be nice for ol’Charlie. Might ev’n like it. Hmmm?” Charlie’s hand moved up her legs and he smiled as he felt she wore no panties. “See, ya’ like. Yessss.” She closed her eyes tightly as she felt him invade her. Tears creeping out of the corners of eyes streamed down her face. With one last attempt she cried out for help. The man’s hand flew again, striking her with such force that she lost consciousness. Free from struggle, Charlie quickly unbuttoned his trousers and didn’t hear the footfall from behind him. Before he knew what was happening he was thrown up against the wall of the building. The man looked up to see man, no not a man but a thing standing before him. Charlie watched the thing changing; its once human face bubbling like the bones of its skull shifted and restructured itself. The hair on its face, arms, and hands grew at an unnatural rate. The tips of its fingers split as the bones of its hands grew into sharp points. This was the beast within. The beast that is within us all; the one that is uncontrollable, the one that hungers for passion, the one that is dead in most people because we live in a civilized uneventful world. The beast walked towards the man on the ground. It’s claws raked across the Charlie’s horrified face much like his hand did as his hit Jennifer. But this was more damaging than his strike were. Charlie’s face came off as if it were a child’s Halloween mask. His sightless eyes dangled from their sockets and deep gorges crossed his now featureless face. The beast was satisfied. Jennifer woke with a fright, but couldn’t remember what she was afraid of. To her astonishment her face was bruised and her clothes were in rags. She had blacked out again and this time something bad had happened. She lay in bed for more than hour before she gave up on remembering why she had awakened in this state. She knew before she felt the soreness of her groin that she had been raped. It was only confirmed when she began bleeding in the shower and was thankful for once that she didn’t remember the experience, but that wasn’t what puzzled her though. All the other times that she had lost time the time that she had lost was only a few minutes, but this time it must have been hours. She found the keys to her apartment on the table by the door, a place that she didn’t normally put them, and her driver’s license was laying beside the keys. Also as she was dressing she noticed a red formless mark on her chest in between her breasts. She didn’t think that the mark was a bruise because it caused her no noticeable pain. As the day went on her memories, those that she had, of the time loss and her violation simply left her mind. She called her boyfriend, Tim, and confirmed that they had a date tonight. They did and she informed him that she would meet him at the club at eight o’clock. She had fallen asleep sometime during the day and woke in darkness. There were no lights on in the apartment and the sun had already set. It was seven thirty and she knew she was going to be late. She felt dirty and quickly rinsed off in the shower before she got dressed. She rolled up stockings up her muscular legs feeling a yearning that she couldn’t place. She hooked on the garters to the tops of her stockings and felt down her legs wishing Tim was here to satisfy her, but they had the rest of the evening. She put on a black blouse that was thin enough that her black lace bra could be seen through it and slid on a tight short skirt. Her golden hair was in curls with the appearance that it was wet and her eyes were dark. She stepped in the night out from her apartment and got the feeling that every man in sight had stopped to watch her walk to the awaiting cabbie. To her amusement the cab driver glanced in the mirror several times and even tried to strike up a conversation, but her thoughts were on Tim and the things that she would do to him. A smile crossed her face at the thought and the cabbie must have thought it was for him because he continued talking. The door window was cracked enough to let in the night air. A strange scent caught her attention and she gaze went to the passing buildings. Not knowing why her eyes met those of a man leaning against one of those buildings and to her astonishment he smiled. His brown eyes were barely visible in the street lamps, but she thought that she saw recognition in those eyes. Then he raised a hand in a salute and she turned away quickly staring straight ahead. Alien feelings washed through her, but not one of them was fear. To the contrary, if she was aroused before, now she lusting and she didn’t know why. Was it the way that he looked at her that made her feel this way? True having other men looking at her, lusting after her had always turned her on, but this was different. She had an impulse to tell the driver to stop the car, but then remembered Tim was waiting and put the thought out of her mind. As she tried to recall the strangers face in her mind’s eye the car came to a halt. She looked up wondering why the driver had stopped, but was met with the blinking neon sign of the club. How long had she been lost in her thoughts, she wondered. ÑÑÑ Jonathon just knew that he was going to be in trouble. He had lost track of time while he was at the arcade and before he knew it night had fallen. His curfew was six o’clock and it was now a quarter till seven. Sweat streamed down his face as his bicycle rounded the corner and headed into the park. The shortcut would shave a few minutes off the time it would take him to get home and any time he could save would be beneficial. His legs were tired from pedaling but they would have to continue if he was to make it home. He passed by tall trees that obscured the moonlight covering the park in a dark blanket. There were street lamps scattered throughout the park, but those followed the many sidewalks that meandered through the park. The bike trails didn’t have such lights and he would have to go from memory. Something rustled in a bush as he passed. Probably a cat or a dog, he told himself. He ventured a glance back and didn’t see anything in the darkness, no dog, no cat, nothing. The darkness reached out and slammed into the side of his bike as he passed another large bush. The bush was alive, he thought. He tumbled from his bike and saw what ever had hit him had missed. His eyes were on his bicycle, or what used to be a bicycle. The metal frame was twisted in parts and broken at others. His gaze fixed on the large figure behind the mangled bike and he froze. The bush was not a bush at all. What he had thought to be leaves was thick black hair. Two yellowish eyes peered at him from the depths of its blackness and knife-like teeth could be seen from its long snout. The thing smiled from pointed ear to pointed ear. The beast pounced before the boy could cry out and ended his young life before it had a chance to begin. ÑÑÑ Eli Thompson never much cared for the club scene and now he remembered why. The music inside The Eden Club was loud, too loud to even hear yourself think. He wondered why people came to places like this to congregate with friends because the music drowns out all attempts to speak. Then again, by the looks at the writhing bodies on the dance floor, people didn’t do much talking in places like this. Women wore next to nothing and were grinding the closest person to them. It seemed not to matter whether it was male or female; they straddled the leg of a stranger and slid up and down his or her leg to the beat of the music. He found a seat at the edge of the dance floor and watched the action that most places charged for. The waitress shot him a smile as she brought him his drink, making sure that she bent over him giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She ran a finger across his shoulder and then disappeared into a crowd of people. It had taken him an hour to get into the club and now he was wondering why he had gone through the trouble. The people on the dance floor seemed to part and there she was. Her golden hair matted with sweat, her blouse open revealing the lace bra the barely covered her bouncing breasts, and skirt riding up her lovely legs. She was grinding her ass into the crotch of a man behind her as a woman was rubbing up and down her front. The two women came close to kissing on several occasions and he could see the man behind her sliding his hand up her leg stopping just before it slipped under her skirt. Eli was instantly turned on and had to adjust himself as he watched. Her beauty mesmerized him, just as he had been when she drove by in the cab. He had seen her by chance and he knew that she had seen him. What was it about her that intrigued him? He didn’t even know how he knew she would be here, but experience had taught him that things happen in life that no one would ever understand and this was one such instance. The man she was with stepped off the dance floor leaving the women to themselves. They seemed not to notice his absence. Their hands teased and touched each other. One kissed the palm of the other taking a finger into her mouth and sucking lightly on it. Then pulling the other closer trailing her tongue down the others arm and then to her mouth. They kissed. Their movements slowed with the kiss and became more sensual. They looked into one another’s eyes their mouths open and smiling. Their legs were rubbing together and their hands moved around their bodies so slowly that it seemed mystical. Eli wanted to look into those eyes again. If just by sheer will alone or just by chance, he didn’t know, she glanced over her shoulder. Their gazes locked and she smiled at him. She beckoned him with a finger and before he realized it he was on the dance floor. Jennifer pressed herself against his back while the other woman, Kathy, was rubbing his chest. Eli didn’t know what was happening and didn’t care at the moment. Oblivious to the fact that Tim might return any moment and surely a confrontation would be the result. Kathy had his shirt unbuttoned and was running her fingers through the fine hair of his chest as Jennifer’s hard nipples circled his back. He felt a hand stroke his hard groin and didn’t know whom it was. His hands cupped an ass cheek of each woman pulling them closer to him. He was so excited that he thought he may shoot his load right there on the dance floor. As if she was reading his mind, Kathy led them both by the hand out of the club. They drove to her nearby apartment Jennifer playing with Kathy as she drove. Before the door was closed Jennifer was on Eli. She pushed him against the wall, her mouth finding his nipple and her hands at his waist. He looked down to find Kathy rubbing Jennifer’s breasts from behind. His pants hit the floor then in a moment so did his boxers. Jennifer’s hands stroked him as Kathy knelt behind her rubbing her silky legs. Kathy’s hands pushed the hem of Jennifer’s skirt up to her hips and her tongue licked up the back of her leg. Eli pushed the edge of her bra down freeing her breasts. His fingers rolled her hard nipples between them and massaged them gently. They kissed; tongues touching and circling. Jennifer moaned and spread her legs as Eli felt Kathy’s hair between them. A second hand cupped his balls as Jennifer moaned loudly. A wet tongue ran up the length of his member and then lips engulfed him. He watched Jennifer slide down to Kathy’s chest, her shirt open exposing her red brazier. Jennifer cupped her breasts and licked down her cleavage as she pulled down on end. Her mouth closed over a nipple and her hand disappeared beneath Kathy’s skirt. The night wore on as they pleasured each other. In one night of passion they found each other. Eli and Jennifer didn’t know why but they felt like they belonged together. He didn’t ask her about the man that he had seen her with and she didn’t offer any information. ÑÑÑ “Come and see,” the snaked into Aaron’s mind as he slept. Like a plague it devoured every other thought that ran through his dreaming mind. Until a lone figure stood in his mind’s eye and beckoned him. “Come. And see,” the figure spoke as the surroundings slowly came into view. He stood on a grassy hill encompassed by trees and bushes. There was a cement walkway that led down the hill into a small valley. The trees were thick here and there was a three other figures waiting there. He knew they waited for him and yet he could not move. His gaze remained fixed on the figure that appeared to be robed. A hood was drawn over his head and the only skin that was exposed was that of his hand. It was bone white and even as he watched the hand seemed to change into a claw. “The years of the apocalypse have come to its end. You have great work to do. Come and see.” Then in a blink of an eye the figure vanished into a wisp of smoke that rose high in the sky. Aaron lifted his head from the pillow and knew that he had to see. An ache in his chest pained him some, but nothing would keep him from his great work. He threw on what clothes he found and left his apartment. He found himself running through empty streets and wondered if he was still dreaming. The streets were never empty, not in this city, and yet it didn’t trouble him. He entered the park in a sprint, heading for the hill where the figure had stood. He didn’t know what he had expected to find, but there was no sign of the figure. Now he slowed to a walk, afraid of what he would find over the hill. The pain in his chest increased with each step that he took. As he reached the top of the hill he saw it. The place where the three people stood was in view and it was not empty. A single man stood in the valley among the trees as if a phantom memory of his dream. But the man was real not a dream. He paced back and forth twice then stopped and turned. His gaze was on Aaron and he knew this was the moment. Aaron walked slowly down the embankment into the thicket of trees where the man waited. The pain spread to his arms and legs, but he knew there was no stopping now. “Greetings, I am Steven and that is all you need know of me.” The man was slender and well dressed but his voice seemed familiar. Was this the voice that he had heard? No it was not, but he had heard the man’s voice before. Like an echo from the past, Aaron’s memories returned. In a wave images of his nightmares and dreams flooded his head with such force he clutched his head. A beast with the heart of a man and the essence of a god flashed in his head. Winged figures seemingly made of marble did battle on a field of bodies. Among these winged warriors Aaron stood stained in blood. Also on the battlefield stood Steven, blood running from his open mouth. His teeth were as long as daggers and his eyes glowed yellow as the sun. They faced each other down on the battlefield and as they charged each other the winged angels began to weep. They turned their backs on the beasts and began to wail. “What is this?” Aaron screamed. “What are these images?” He fell to his knees in pain. His forehead hitting the ground in front of him, “Stop! No!” A bright light that flooded around him momentarily blinded him. His thrashing ceased and he looked around. The park had disappeared and the battlefield had taken its place. Human bodies coated the ground and the stench turned his stomach. A war was raging between the humans and the angels. Both man and angel fell beneath the battling armies. A roar echoed over the battling men and they all stopped to see what came. A single man was crouched on all fours his face twisted in a grimace. It was Steven, his eyes glowing yellow and his bones shifting beneath the skin. His body mass doubled as Aaron watched and fine black hair grew over the entire length of his body. He shed his human guise revealing a great beast of a lion with black fur and rust colored mane. His roar rumbled the earth as a long forked tongue snaked out licking the bodies at his feet. Half the humans tried to run while the other half courageously attacked the beast. The lion stood three times taller than a man and its claws twice as big a man’s head. It killed half a dozen men with each swipe of its claws and bit men in two with its bite. Anger rose in Aaron as he watched the slaughter and he felt himself changing. The beast raged within him wanting out. He closed his eyes feeling the beast touching his every pore. When he opened his eyes he was back in the park and Steven stood before him. “Now you know. Don’t you?” Steven smiled and twisted grin, “And now you know what I am.” Aaron felt the hair on his arms growing and felt his body changing. “Murderer,” his voice barely a whisper. “Yes, and we have some unfinished business.” Steven replied. ÑÑÑ Eli heard the voice whispering in his head. He watched the robed figure cross the street and head into the park. “Come and see. Your destiny awaits.” Eli followed, a pain in his chest pulsed with each step he took. Something covered his arms and to his astonishment his skin was bubbling. The skin of his arms split and feathers pushed through the gaping holes. He fell to the ground his bones aching and his skin burning. He knew in an instant what he was and, after shedding his skin he leapt into the air. Like the phoenix he raised out of the ashes of his former self and flew deep into the park. A roar shook the very air as the phoenix swooped down into the small valley. A giant bear and lion were locked in battle; tearing at each other with their claws and teeth. The bear stood on its hind legs slapping the lion across the face gouging out an eye. It came down on top of the lion’s head, its teeth sinking deep into the lion’s neck. With a quick swipe the bear felt a pain in its gut and felt its entrails spilling onto the ground. The bear stumbled back as the lion’s claws struck it repeatedly. Then came a scream from above. As the bear toppled backwards it watched a winged bird drop into the lion. The phoenix’s claws digging into the lion’s back before it could react. It lifted the lion high up in the air, its great wings struggling to climb higher and higher. Then dropping the lion from several stories up. The bones shattered as the lion slammed into the ground. The beast was motionless as the phoenix swooped back down landing beside it. The phoenix clawed the lion’s side and the lion remained motionless. As the phoenix turned the lion lunged raking its great claws down the phoenix’s back splitting it open. It kicked at the lion involuntary then fell on to its side. The bear melted away leaving Aaron clutching at his gut. He watched the lion form melt away and the phoenix soon followed. The men were gasping for breath and writhed in pools of blood. “Come and see,” came the voice from the darkness of the trees. “Witness another failure.” A giant wolf stepped from the darkness of the trees. It walked with its head hung low throwing a snarl at the men as it passed them. The wolf stopped and let out a howl. The skin of the wolf’s back split like a cocoon and a blood soaked head emerged from it. It was a woman; her long hair clung to her back as she raised her torso from the wolf, her blood covered body, breasts, arms and legs glistened in the moonlight. “Jennifer?” Eli gasped. The woman spoke in an inhuman voice, “I am the lamb. I am the beast.” “What? How?” Eli asked. “There are two side to everything Eli. Like a coin has both heads and tails. Heaven and hell. Good and evil.” Steven shook his head, “But this is the end.” “No,” she said simply. “The apocalypse began centuries ago. The will not come, not this time. We were not supposed to battle each other, but the world. We where sent to destroy the world and we had failed. Again.” She raised her arms and an emblem flared, burning a hole in her chest. The emblem was that of the lamb and the beast. A glowing wolf leaped from her body into the sky. Emblems flared on the chests of the three men and, like the lamb before them, they leapt up into the sky. Their images and souls leaped to heaven and hell. Their spirits rose higher and higher until they passed from one plane of existence to another. They crossed all existence until they came to strange place. The clouds were mirrors as was the ground and the sky. They entered a castle make of mirrors and floated down the hallways. In the throne room was four beasts, kneeling to their masters. The walls were mirrors that reflected not their physical reflection, but their spiritual reflection. Upon the throne sat the Lord in heaven and the Emperor of darkness. Like two sides of a coin they were one. In the mirror Lucifer sat in the throne, representing every thing that was cruel and unjust. Lucifer looked at his own reflection in the mirror and watched God welcome the spirits. God smiled and looked into the mirror and saw Lucifer sneer at the beasts that were before him. It was forever changing; an angel looking into the mirror would see his dark self. The mirror showed the other side of the coin to what ever gazed into it. “Your pitiful humans have failed again milord,” Lucifer spoke to the mirror. “Yes, I know milord, but they will learn. With each life they live they learn just a little more.” He smiled at the spirits. “It is time for you to try again.” Laughter rang in the great throne room as the four spirits descended to earth once again. |
_This is a continuation of both the Stretching and Hotwifing series, chronicling the increasingly extreme sexual behavior of a wild and adventurous couple. I feel this is where the next part of the adventure begins, and in retrospect, it seems like this point in the journey was the turning point, although there have been many._ _Gotta put labels on everything. Why do people feel the need to group things together into a box? Our society seems more concerned with labels than ever. Part of me was compelled to continue in the Loving Wives section just to watch the LW Gestapo completely lose their shit. It's bizarre how a bunch of neo- Nazis mother fuckers (no proof of that btw, just a theory) feel the righteousness to police an online porn story compositor. "Oh, I thought Loving Wives was about love stories, that's how I found this site." Right, no one is buying it. News flash, it's all still porn, and I'm pretty sure any form of porn punches your ticket straight to hell. Who gives a shit if it's gangbang, bukkake, fisting, whoring, dogging, scat, rape, etc.? It's all porn you sick perverts. Ok. I'm done._ _Since I have to pick a label to publish this story, I feel it fits better in the Interracial section for now, but you could just throw a dart to pick. These adventures could just as easily go into BDSM, Exhibitionist, Fetish, Group Sex, Mature, and Mind Control, as well as LW. In some ways, it belongs in all of them._ _Hey stupid. Yes, you. This is a warning. It gets darker and more perverse from here. If this type of extreme shit is not for you, then stop fucking reading here. I guaran-fucking-tee you that even though this warning is clearly posted, the same dipshits are going to complain in the comments section. I think they secretly like it. Ok, now I'm done._ _For those who don't want to go back and read our adventures, here's a brief synopsis. It's like a carnival ride now, so strap a board to your ass and make sure you don't fall off.....or in. Get it. By this time, we were both 40ish, and had been together for about 20 years. My wife, Amy, the hero, or is it villain, is a size queen and we spent many kinky years playing with fisting and inhumanly large dildos and doing all kinds of crazy shit around vaginal stretching. She also has domination fantasies, which we have delved into a little from time to time and are far deeper and stronger than I ever understood. After finally admitting my hotwife fantasies, and I admitted everything, her not just sleeping with another man, but actually doing gangbangs and other real nasty stuff._ _We started chatting and playing with other men, but it took 9 months for her to reluctantly sleep with someone, and it progressed from there, although not without some missteps and struggles. At this point, my wife had now slept with 10 men. This starts during the months following her first ever gangbang in Las Vegas, while actually it was 2 gangbangs, but with the same bunch of 3 guys over a weekend. Looking back, this was the point where everything changed. Anyway, it will make a lot more sense if you go back and read the Hotwifing series. You don't need to bother with Stretching unless that is your thing._ Metamorphosis - a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means. Part 1 Amy's Admission and Coming Out Party. Winter/Spring 2019 After the aftermath of the crazy weekend in Vegas, things mostly returned to a normal non-hotwife life. Although we discussed it thoroughly in the days following the weekend, after that, she didn't really want to talk about it much. I assumed it was Amy's guilt about acting like a slut, and also the realization of how risky our behavior had been. She told me that she was glad she had fulfilled my fantasy in Vegas, and it was fun, but she would not do anything like that again. She wanted to take a "break" from hotwifing which was encouraging as the last time she took a break she completely shut it down. Although she left the door open by saying it was a "break" this time, she instantly deflected every time I brought up the prospect of playing and seemed annoyed when I brought up the gangbang. Her reaction was less combative from what she had been like after the night with Dwayne and his roommates though. She would indulge in slutty role play sessions when she was in the mood and typical to our sex life, it always involved a giant dildo, my giant penis sleeve, or fisting, and more recently lots of talk about her fucking other guys. It now seemed she was planning to keep going, but in her own due time. We did not play again the rest of the year, and there were times I wondered if we might actually be done hotwifing, and the insane gangbang weekend in Vegas was the grand finale. We were extremely busy that fall, and the Holidays are always crazy. While our sex life was on fire after the Vegas weekend, it had cooled down again around the Holidays. We were super good though, as loving, and intimate as we had ever been. If we were done, I could live with it, as fantasies had been realized beyond my wildest dreams. Okay, not my wildest dreams, as I am a deviant, but still pretty fucking amazing. She had now fucked 10 guys total, fucked a guy on a first date in our car, blown another complete stranger, done a nasty epic gangbang, and had a train run on her. I never would have thought she'd be down with the group sex thing, but she had now done it 3 times (twice in Vegas and the one night with Dwayne's roommates when I was not there). This was all much more than most wives can ever claim. I would be lying if I said this did not permanently change our relationship in some way. I had witnessed Amy turn into a total dirty slut, and she had done it all in front of me. I did not ask for it as she led the charge that last day and night. Sure, I invited them back to our room, but had no idea she'd end up fucking them the rest of the weekend. I loved my wife more than ever, but there was something different about her now. An innocence that she was barely hanging onto anyway, was lost. For almost 20 years, I had imagined her as the good girl that had only had sex with a few guys. We had come back from Vegas as different people. Amy had changed even before that trip. I saw it happening. From the girl who reluctantly met, although gladly fucked, Byron at first, to the woman who started fucking guys minutes after meeting them, let guys run a train on her, let a stranger finger her in a strip club, sucked another stranger's cock as he drove, and then eagerly gangbanged 3 guys twice. The revelations of the last few years and finding out about her past, but even more so the dirty slut things she had done, had taken that innocence. I thought a lot about Amy admitting to slutting around before we met. She had hidden this for nearly 20 years. Besides watching her slutty behavior, it was the admission that she fucked a lot more guys than I had originally thought, like 20 more, and most were the year before meeting me. A little less than 2 years ago, I thought she had only been with 5 or 6 guys, but her admission that she had actually been with 25, in addition to another 10 in the last 15 months meant 35 other men had been in my sluts pussy. The crazy part was that this drove me absolutely wild as I loved the idea of her sleeping with many different men. She had mentioned opening Pandora's box when I told her my fantasy. Was she actually a slut that had just hid and suppressed it all these years? She was a fun, sexual being, but was she a dirty slut at heart? Even when we first started dating, she asked me to fuck her ass and would suck my cock in the car, or fuck in the bathroom at a party. She has always been my personal slut and enjoyed some really kinky shit but doing it with multiple other men is a new level. There is no way a woman that lets a group of guys use her like that is not a slut. As much as everything above may sound negative, it was not. Amy had been as attentive, appreciative, and loving as ever. I was the same. I loved her deeply for everything she was, and for sharing it with me. Everything we had done had brought us closer together and increased our trust. We knew more things about each other, deep dark secrets, that we could never share with another person. Was she a good girl or a slut? Was I sold a bill of goods that was not real? We had done nothing since Vegas though. It had been months of nothing. I would soon learn that after Vegas my little caterpillar went into her cocoon. What would emerge? Even though we were on a break, I suspected there was something deep inside her that had long been suppressed, something that needed to be satisfied. Once the right buttons were pushed, she'd be in full slut mode. I will tell this to anyone considering hotwifing. Your marriage will change in one way or another. I would never get the image of her laying on her back with her legs spread while multiple guys took their turn fucking her, or her digging her nails into a guys back as she shuttered in orgasm, or her passionately kissing sessions. The problem was I did not want to. Every time I pictured it in my head it made my heart race, and my dick rock hard. I had changed too. I not only allowed, but actually encouraged my wife to be a slut, right in front of my eyes. It was different with Dwayne and his roommates the night they ran a train on her. I was not there to stop it. It's hard to explain but being there in Vegas and allowing that to happen, changed how Amy saw me, or at least what she was comfortable with doing in front of me. It had been over three months since the Vegas trip and Amy had not played at all. Any time we discussed the prospect of playing with someone, which had been infrequent lately, she would just say "when the time is right." I thought her love for huge cock would eventually win out, and it did. Just after New Year's I brought up the topic of playing again and she said, "I've been thinking about it too, and I want to see Byron and Keith again. We needed to slow down for a while. I felt we were getting out of control. I do miss having sex with them and think I am ready now if you are." "Yes, I'm ready when you are baby. Have you talked to them?" "No, not at all, I haven't talked to any guys since Vegas. I was not ready." She explained. "What brought this on?" I calmly asked, as I had been expecting this months ago. "I don't know. I've been thinking a lot lately about the past year. I'm still coming to grips with what we've done. We took marriage vows, and now I'm having sex with other men. It's not what a good wife and mother is supposed to do. I've done things I never dreamed I'd do. I mean, what kind of woman has sex with 4 men at once? Some of the sex has been mind blowing though. I can't deny that. I've come to terms with it now though. If you want it, why am I denying it. After all, I'm the one who gets to have all the fun. I've decided to finally admit to myself that I'm a hotwife, and I enjoy sex with other men. It's fun and exciting to experiment with." She hesitantly explained. "I love you. I've been struggling with it too. I feel extreme guilt sometimes, like you have always done this just to please me, like I am a terrible husband for letting you. My biggest fear is that you somehow love me less." "I love you more than ever. You are my best friend, my soul mate. The minute either one of us wants to stop this, we do it, no questions asked. We have to agree on that and be open and honest about it. If it starts to damage us in any way, it's over. Sex games are not worth damaging our relationship." In some ways I felt relief. Not because I wanted her to go sleep with other men, but because I had long worried that Amy had done everything just to please me. I had my own guilt in many ways, and that she'd someday resent me for pushing her into having sex with other men. Not only that, but the weeks after the Vegas weekend I had constant turmoil. One minute I'd be sick to my stomach about letting my wife act so slutty and letting a group of men use her, but another minute be jerking off to the pics and videos of her fucking these other guys. I kept asking myself if this is what I really wanted. This was all her decision though as I had not said a peep about playing recently. She set dates with both men. Finally, after nearly 5 months since last seeing Byron, she would reunite with him. She would reunite with Keith a week later, and it had been nearly 7 months since seeing him. Reuniting with both men was insanely hot and it reminded me just how good Amy was with these guys and how well they fucked her. It was like she had put 2018 behind her and was back on the hotwife horse. She once again started messaging with some new guys. We talked about her finding regular guys versus one-time things. After all, 7 of the 10 guys she had fucked had been only once or a few times, but the other 3 she had fucked about 30 times total, with Byron being the most. One of the hotwife dilemmas we were learning about. What is better, quality or quantity? She admitted she was loving the sex she had with Keith and Byron, had missed it, and we decided she was going to make sex with both a regular thing. She started the testing routine again along with the guys and went back on the pill. For the next few months, we settled into a groove of Amy having regular sex with her two guys, meeting each about 2-3 times per month on average when our schedule allowed. We had gotten comfortable with both Keith and Byron, as Amy had now had sex with Keith at least a dozen times and Byron probably twice that. She was honest with both of them, and although they were curious about each other, they never met. Amy thinks it added a little competition as they both wanted to be the one who 'fucked her better'. Sex with both men had gotten amazing (her words, but I could tell just by watching) and she really let herself go when she was with them. I finally felt more secure and comfortable with her fucking both of her big dick studs regularly, and she was meeting them solo on occasion. It was just the norm for her to meet up with one of her fuck buddies regularly. Not only that, but now that she was on the pill, and with regular tests, both guys were cumming inside my wife. It is incredibly intense when you see another man's ass clench and fill your wife deep with his seed. Even on her solo visits I could not wait for her to come home after fucking them and feel her pussy already filled with one of her boyfriend's cum. Another interesting note was that Byron regularly fisted her when they were having sex. She never did with Keith though as it was clearly something he had no interest in. It is strange to have your wife with two "boyfriends" suddenly become normal, but that is where we were, and we were great. Both guys cared for Amy, and although they fucked her silly and treated her like the slut she is in the bedroom, they were respectful, and gentlemen like outside the bedroom. She was not going to leave me, and she did not love these guys. It was just good adult fun. Our hotwife relationship had settled into a groove and Amy reached a level where she was comfortable, and absolutely guilt free fucking her guys. She was always a fairly confident person but was now confident in her sexuality in a new way. She had become much more open about discussing sex as well, and had no problem telling me how good her guys fucked her, where at one time she may have hide or denied it, as she was afraid it may hurt my feelings. She dressed and acted a little more provocatively, was watching more porn, spending more time online in forums and chats, sending dirty pics to prospective guys, and she became much more obvious when checking out guys. Amy was clearly getting mentally deeper into the lifestyle as she learned from her bulls and her online activity. I think it's impossible for a wife who goes down the hotwife path not to. We had passed the 2-year mark on our hotwife adventures and were as good as ever now. Maybe it was the guilt of regularly fucking other men, but Amy was loving, attentive to my needs, super affectionate, and our communication was off the charts. It's weird, but my wife having two boyfriends made our marriage the best it had been in a long time. I was better at managing my angst as well. I had learned to avoid having an orgasm too soon, or not at all, as to avoid the post orgasm blues and the feeling of guilt, despair, and jealousy that accompany it. Anyone who has been in this situation knows exactly what I am talking about. We were having tons of sex too, although my cock alone did not spend much time in her pussy. This was not new though, it had been this way for over a decade, long before hotwifing. We discussed it and it wasn't a negative by any means, just a fact, and it did not hinder our sex life in any way. Another monumental change was her outlook on sex. In our adventures she'd come to realize that sex can also be a purely physical interaction, and just something you do for fun with no strings attached (I think she already knew this from her younger years sleeping around a bit, but she had to be reminded). Although, there were intimate times with both Keith and Byron when they were more tender and gentler with her. That was hard for me to watch, and I think it always would be. I could sense we were both getting a little bored with our current situation. I finally told her the novelty of watching her have sex with Keith and Byron had started to wear off as that was the only playing, we had done in nearly 6 months. Been there, done that. She was having great sex with them, but it had lost some of its excitement. Turns out we were 100% on the same page. Amy had a short work trip to Tampa coming up and I asked, "Do you want to look for a play friend while you're away?" "Really, while I'm in Tampa, alone, won't that make you jealous?" "Yes, it will, but in a good way. I kind of think the 'cheating wife' scenario is hot. It's not cheating of course, since you and I both know, and even your play friend, if you want to tell them anyway. I'll be all over you when you get home." "So, you want me to fuck a stranger while I'm away in a hotel?" "Fuck, yes, that sounds kind of hot. Not a real stranger, like someone from the bar though. That's too risky and it's uncertain you'll find anyone you like. Why don't you start looking for someone down there? Someone you can get to know a little first, and then go meet." "Okay, I'll do it. Do you want to help? It's always a lot of work sifting through the fakes and liars." She said excitedly. By this time, we were experienced with sites like AFF, SDC, SLS, and a few other forums/sites. This was how we had found Byron, Keith, Dwayne, Reggie, and Ray. Just to get you all up to speed on our adventures, besides the 5 mentioned above, Amy had fucked both of Dwayne's roommates, and 3 guys we met randomly in Vegas. It's easier to look for guys when you can confirm they are real, and even see feedback from other swingers/hotwives they have played with. Plus, Amy can window shop easily for her tall, muscular, and hung mate. It's no secret that one of the reasons Amy is doing this is to find massively hung guys to play with. It makes it a lot easier when you can confirm that before wasting too much time. After helping her sift through what felt like hundreds of guys, it did not take long for Amy to engage with about 2 dozen prospective guys, all of whom were over 6 feet, muscular, and hung (or claimed to be). Interestingly enough, not one white guy made the final cut of 24, and there were a few who fit her cock size specifications, she just didn't pursue them. Of these, half were fake, or at least couldn't prove they were real, or just flakes, and another 10 were just not the right fit or something was not right about the situation. Besides a romp with Byron one night, she spent most nights messaging with guys. Over the next week and a half before her trip, Amy had narrowed it down to 2 guys she was interested in meeting and had been messaging with both of them. One, Jason, was 30, 6' 2" and super muscular. He had a lot of good feedback from other hotwives. The other guy, Tom, was 44, 6' 4" and built like a bodybuilder. He actually competed at one time. He was massive. He had good reviews and feedback as well. "Which one do I pick?" Amy asked me a few days before her departure. "Hmm, you really can't decide huh?" "No, they both look fun, do you want to pick for me?" "Why do you need to pick?" "What?" "Why don't you meet both? You can meet one one night and the other another night. After all, there is a chance they don't show, or what if you meet them in person and don't feel it. I don't think having a backup is bad." I said. "What if I like both of them though, you want me to go fuck two different guys in a few days?" "If it happens, it happens, and there is a chance that it does not work out with either." "But what if it does?" "Then it does." "You are okay sending your wife away to meet up with two hung strangers? Hmm, that does sound kind of hot. Two studs waiting for me to come visit. Okay, if that is what you want, why not." Amy said, smiling. This was going to be a new leaf for us, as it would be the first time, we had arranged for Amy to meet someone new without me. We were both extremely turned on by the prospect of Amy meeting someone new and fucking them without my interaction or involvement, and I was extra excited by how seemingly motivated she was to do it. A few days later, Amy was off to Florida for 3 nights. The second night she had arranged to meet Tom out for drinks. She had told him about us, and he knew that I knew they were going out. I talked with her right before 9:00 as she went into the bar to meet him and kept in contact with her by text during her date. I left out the emojis. Good thing I was watching a movie with the kids because I would have just been staring at my phone the whole time, well, I kind of was anyway. 9:05 Me: Hey sexy, how's it going? 9:06 Amy: Good, he's huge, his arms are the size of my waist. 9:06 Me: Really, do you like that? 9:08 Her: Yes, you know I like muscles. It's a little scary though. 9:09 Me: Have fun. Update me soon. Love you. 9:10 Amy: Love you too. 9:19 Me: Hey, how's it going? Are you guys making friends? 9:25 Me: Hey baby, the suspense is killing me, are you still together? 9:26 Amy: Yes. Having another drink. 9:26 Me:?? I need more. Are you feeling it? 9:27 Amy: Oh yes, I'm feeling it alright. 9:27 Me:???? More. 9:28 Amy: My hand is on his cock right now. My underwear is soaked too. 9:28 Me: Wow, so fucking hot. Does that mean you are gonna take him back to your room? 9:33 Me:???? Killing me. What is happening? 9:36 Amy: Hi baby, what do you want me to do? 9:36 Me: Does that mean you're taking him back with you? 9:38 Amy: Is that what you want? 9:39 Me: Send me a pic of the two of you? 9:40 Amy: (Sends me a selfie of the two of them together, their faces touching as she makes a kissy face against his cheek) I stare at the photo for a minute. I had seen pictures of Tom but seeing him in person next to my wife made it real. My dick was rock hard against my pants. There is my wife, sitting at a bar in Florida with a complete stranger, while I sit at home in my lounge chair, looking at our kids sitting on the couch across from me, with no idea what their mom is up to, and that their dad is participating in it. A feeling of guilt struck me. God, they can never ever know what their parents have done. It was soon overtaken by a feeling of lust and angst again, as I knew that big Tom and his big 9-inch dick were going to be fucking the daylights out of my wife tonight. 9:42 Me: You know what I want. I want you to be a naughty wife. I love you. 9:44 Amy: I told him you approve. He said thank you. 9:46 Me: Can you call from somewhere quiet. The movie is almost over and it's bedtime after that. Time to say goodnight. Five minutes later the phone rang. It was a short conversation, but we always make sure we call the kids to say goodnight when we are travelling. What a strange situation to have my wife on the phone, talking to her family, while she is in the midst of a large stranger that she will be fucking shortly. I told her I would talk to her later. The movie ended and the kids were off to bed. As soon as they were I tried to call Amy but got no answer. I texted her asking her to check in and a few minutes later she did. They had just gotten back to her room. I asked her to send me pictures, as many as possible. Over the next 30 minutes she sent a few pics. First, it was Tom standing behind her with his hands on her tits. Then, it was Amy, sucking his massive cock. Then his cock between her tits. The last pic I got was his cock buried half in her pussy. He had worn a condom as agreed. Tom was fucking my wife. I texted her to call me when they were done. Finally, after midnight, she called. "Hey baby. I love you. You okay?" She asked. "Yes, I'm good, are you?" "Mmm hmm. She replied. I'm great." "Is he still there? "No, he just left. I need to get to bed." "So, well, was it good?" "Mmm hmmm, it was really good. I would definitely see Tom again if we ever come back here." She said. "Did you cum?" "Yes, like 3 times. It was good baby. He was excellent with his mouth too. Almost as good as you. I came just from that." "Really, as good as me, fuck." "I said almost, you are still the best at that. Did you jerk off?' "Yes, twice. It's so fucking hot thinking about my naughty wife." "Good, are you happy about it?" "Yes, I can't wait for you to get home though." "Two more days. I love you baby. It's time to go to bed now." "I love you. It's gonna be hard to sleep tonight. Are you still thinking of meeting Jason tomorrow night?" "What, I don't know. I'd say plan A worked pretty well. I'm pretty satisfied right now and need some sleep. We'll discuss it tomorrow. Love you. Goodnight baby." I actually woke up in the middle of the night and had a hard time getting back to sleep. I jerked off one more time looking at the pics of my wife with Tom. Back to sleep. The next morning was business as usual. Kids school, work for the wife in Florida, and myself back home. We texted briefly in the morning. I knew she was in intense meetings all day, so it was hard to get into a conversation. Finally, around lunch we had time to catch up. "Hey sexy, how is your day going?" I asked. "It's good, it sucks sitting in a meeting room all day when it's so nice out." "Yes, at least you can go outside, it's like 30 here. How are you feeling today, my naughty wife?" "Good, a little tired but not too bad. I slept like a baby last night." "Good, maybe that's what you need, a good dose of cock to help you sleep." I joked. "Maybe." "So, have you thought about meeting Jason tonight, maybe get yourself another good dose?" "You really want this huh. I just fucked someone last night and you're okay with me meeting another guy tonight?" "I think it's hot. It's not what I want though. Is that what you want?" "Maybe." "Well, what are you gonna do?" "I don't know, I'm gonna have lunch and think about it. I love you, my perverted husband." Finally, after an uneventful rest of the day I caught up with Amy around 5:30. "Hey baby, how was the rest of the day?" I asked. "It was the same as the start. More sitting in a room. It was productive though. I gave a presentation this afternoon." "Cool, how'd it go?" "Good, lots to work on when I get home." "What are your plans for tonight?" I asked. "A group of us are meeting for drinks in 15 minutes and then to dinner?" "Did they wonder where you disappeared to last night?" "Oh, they know I am a good girl who just goes off to bed early." "That's so fucking hot. They all think you're an innocent wife that went off to bed last night. What are your plans later?" I asked, looking for clarity on her decision about Jason. "Oh, you mean Jason." She said coyly. "Yes, Jason, what did you decide?" "I'm meeting Jason for drinks at the same restaurant bar I met Tom at last night." This was so fucking hot to me that my cock got hard instantly. "Really, that's so naughty. What if the bartender or one of the staff recognizes you? I'm sure they knew what you were up to last night." "What if they do. It actually makes me kind of hot thinking about it. Like getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar." "Fuck, that's hot baby." It was set. My wife was going to meet her second potential lover in two days. She was really getting into this. This evening would play out a lot like the previous one. I texted with my wife while she had drinks with her prospective lover. Once again, it went well, and within 30 minutes she had decided she was going to take another lover. This time around I got 2 pictures. One of the two of them together, and another with Amy sucking his cock. He was gone a little before midnight. Once again, she had a great time, and great sex. She said Jason was more forceful, rougher, and very dominant. He slapped her ass and her tits, pulled her hair, and called her names, which is all stuff she likes. She said she enjoyed the rough treatment and had repeated orgasms. The next afternoon she was on a plane home. I could not wait for her to get home. My hotwife had just fucked two new guys without me and I could not wait to get to bed to reclaim her. She had just had another two dates, and another two new men. She had yet to go on a date where she did not sleep with the guy. What an easy slut, I lovingly thought. After the Florida adventure, we settled back into the routine of meeting with Keith and Byron for the next 6 to 7 weeks. Things had slowly progressed with both Keith and Byron as they became comfortable with each other. Amy liked it rough. Ass and tits slapped, nipples pinched and pulled, hair pulled, lightly choked, and dirty talk/name calling as well. It was all part of Amy's sexual awakening, and she became more and more submissive to her bulls. It was around this time we had organized a few nights where she fucked one guy and then the other to add excitement. We would spend an hour or so with one guy, then drive the other half hour to meet the other guy. Neither had a clue both times we had done it, and thought she was just super excited to see them. It was our little secret and added to the hotness. It was now May and Amy had recently celebrated her 39th birthday. We were going to the Turks and Caicos in a few weeks for an awards work trip I had won, and she had been hitting the gym hard. She looked super toned and amazing. Just to refresh your memory or for those new to our story, Amy stands about 5'3", is a petite 115lbs, has long dark hair, olive skin, great abs, a muscular round ass, and big DD fake boobs. She also has a very big pussy and loves anything huge inside of her. She is smoking hot, and fucks like a total slut. Once again, I started to feel the sensation of familiarity with our situation, and even the double date nights quickly became less exciting. She immediately admitted she had been feeling the same and told me that she had started chatting with Ray a lot recently, after the Florida adventure, and she wanted to meet him again, which was all news to me. By now I was less involved in the conversations Amy was having messaging with various guys. We still shared the accounts, and I would check in from time to time and read some, but the excitement of her chatting with guys had worn off. Especially since it seemed most conversations went nowhere and there was an absurd amount of fakes. It had been over 10 months since the night with Ray. I knew he had been trying to get with Amy again. She had kept him at bay and admitted the way he had treated and dominated her scared her a little, and she had also settled into her routine with Keith and Byron. She had now had 3 men she was getting plenty of good sex from and it kept her busy. We had also been at this for over 2 years now and were no longer newbies. I jumped on it that same night, and after loosening Amy up with several glasses of wine and an edible, we talked about the prospect of meeting Ray again. Ray was a guy we had met once a little less than a year ago who totally dominated and owned Amy like she had never been before. "Ray has me on a group chat with a few of his friends, so I've gotten to know them a bit." Amy told me now feeling uninhibited from the wine and weed." "He has, how many on this chat?" "Um, 7?" Wow! Chatting with Ray and his friends. This was new. I tried to contain my excitement. "Really, you've been on a group chat with a bunch of guys? What do you chat about?" Amy laughed, "Knitting and recipes, what do you think?" "You're sexting with these guys." "No, not sexting, chatting." "Do you trade pictures and talk about sex?" "Yeah, I've seen pictures of them and shared some." "That's sexting." "Okay, I guess it is." "So, Ray is introducing you to his friends. Didn't he tell you he was going to share you with his friends." "Yes." "And you are going to let him." "He's very persuasive. I kind of told him about Vegas too. What do you want me to do, baby?" She asked me seductively. "Fuck, you know I like watching you. I want you to have fun whatever you do. You told him about your gangbang?" "Yes, it just kind of came out." "What did you tell him?" "I don't know, I didn't give him the details like you like to hear. I just told him I did it. It just came out when we were chatting. I told him about the night with Dwayne and his roommates too. He is easy to talk to about this stuff and has done all kinds of crazy things." "Did you tell him you liked it?" Amy laughed, "Well, I kind of told him I would to do it again. That's when the group chat started." "So, you told Ray you wanted a gangbang, and he told his friends and then introduced you to them." "No, I just told him it was fun, and I'd do it again." "You realize he is going to want to gangbang you now." Amy laughed, "You have no idea." She told me the group chat had gotten raunchy. I fed her more wine, so she completely let her guard down. She showed me the chat string. It was beyond my wildest dreams. Not only had Amy traded pics with them, but they were also explicitly telling her what they were going to do to her. They had gone into detail how they would use and fuck her with them calling her names, but she had egged them on, clearly asking for it. It was shades of what I had seen when we were in Vegas that last night with the guys, but even more. They had basically convinced her to be their submissive slut for the night. "Is that what you want to do?" I asked. Amy admitted the entire thing had turned her on. "At first it was just fun and teasing, but the more I did it the more I want to do a gangbang with Ray and his friends. What do you want honey?" The discussion had gotten me so horny, and with |
the alcohol shutting down the responsibility portion of my brain, I simply could not help myself. "Fuck yes. If you want to do it, I do." She laughed, "Good, I told Ray who to invite. Ray is going to introduce me to his friends." My mouth now agape, "Really, his friends? Holy shit, you did? You really arranged a gangbang?" "No, not yet. I told Ray I would run in by you to see if it was something you wanted to do, as this is our decision collectively, but the guys will be available if we want." "Fuck, baby I'm rock hard just talking about it right now. How did you know I would want this?" "Are you kidding me? Jesus, that night with Marcus and the guys in Vegas is all you talk about sometimes, especially when you are drunk, you badger me sometimes. I will do it if you want me to." (I didn't even realize it, but apparently, I brought up the gangbang way more than I subconsciously knew, Amy would later explain to me). "What? Of course, I want to. Tell him we're in!" "Easy there eager beaver." She poked at me. "Do you mean all of this shit, I mean, holy fuck?" I asked, once again scrolling through the messages, and reading more from the thread with Ray and the guys. "What shit?" "The shit you said in these chats. You repeatedly told them you will do whatever they want. You are basically offering yourself to do whatever they wish to you. Was it just for teasing or do you mean it?" Amy was a little drunk now and talking freely. "I told you to be careful when this started, didn't I. My exact words were what if I like it too much and don't want to stop. I've struggled with it for quite some time. Honestly though, even when we've been taking breaks I've thought about these guys. I tried to put it out of my head, but fuck, some of the sex has been so good. I'm not gonna fight it anymore. I like having sex with other men, (she paused for a moment) especially, (another pause), especially black men with big dicks. I love the sex I have with Byron and Keith. The guys in Florida, and the guys in Vegas, too. It's all been great, well not all, but most of it. I love sex with us too, but with them it's just different, not better, but different." She contemplated what she said for a moment and looked down. "Sorry. I probably shouldn't say that. The truth is that I often find my mind drifting off about it. I don't want to think about it, but I do. I still think about Vegas almost every single day too. I fantasize about Florida too. Remember at the pool when I had sex with Marcus and then the other two guys right after? I had only planned to fuck Marcus, but after we were done and back at the pool, he told me to fuck his friends too. I don't know why I did, but I did what he told me. That's why I fucked all three that day. He also told me to come to the strip club that night and that they were all going to fuck me again. He also told me to let the stranger at the strip club play with me. And when he told me to blow the driver, I didn't even think twice about it. I wanted to do it. It's like I was someone else that night. The way you and the guys dominated me. I'd never seen you act like that before. I loved it. I've been this good girl and mother for all these years but being naughty is exciting and makes me feel alive. I was your slut, but also Marcus's slut that weekend. It was exhilarating doing what he said." She paused and then went on. "I felt the same thing in Florida. Jason told me that I was his slut now and if I came back to Florida, I was going to be his slut while there, and he would let his friends fuck me. I felt a little bit of it with Dwayne and his roommates too. That was different but the fact that Dwayne told them they could have me after he left gave me the same feeling. I never told you this but when they made their move on me and were telling me Dwayne often shared girls with them, they told me Dwayne had said it was okay for them to have sex with me too. That is why I fucked them. I wanted to. I could have easily walked out the door. At the time I thought it was a mistake and I felt guilty, but it made me so excited that it scared me, it scared me that I liked it and thought about doing it again. I've had a taste of it, and I want to feel that rush again. I really felt it last year with Ray, the way he was so dominating. I love playing with Byron and Keith, but the way they dominate me is more role play than real. Ray was the real deal though, he was not playing. The truth is that I want to submit to Ray and his friends. I want to try it again, and to give over complete control this time, at least once. It's a fantasy I want to live. Phew. There. I said it. It feels great to get that off my chest." The way she paused and said 'especially black men with big dicks' stood out glaringly. Taking this all in, suddenly 'I only fuck black guys' echoed in my head. Not only that echoed, but also the way she had easily given Marcus a long list of reasons why she preferred playing with black guys. There was also the way she could still vividly remember, and talked about the black stripper, 'with a cock to his knees' when she was 18 at a strip club in Canada. The way she always preferred to dance with black guys when she would go out with her friends when we were younger. I knew this because of random pictures, and one loudmouth friend she had. Her regrets from college when she was too afraid to sleep with a black football player who was pursing her. It was clear Amy had some type of fascination with black guys. "Why do you like it so much, what is it about it?" I asked. "I don't know. The excitement of doing something I should not be doing is a big part of it. Occasionally, other women will joke about their sex life, or lack of it with their husbands. I feel pity for them. I want to tell them I have 2 boyfriends, get to have sex with other men, and our sex life is amazing and full of passion. I can't do that obviously, but just the knowledge of it turns me on sometimes. It's the way that I know it's all about the sex, and there is no other daily drama. No chores, no kids, no responsibilities or bills to discuss, it's just about sex. Black guys are just more aggressive too, for the most part anyway. They just take what they want. I really like the skin contrast too. It's so exciting to look down and see a black cock inside my pussy. It's just hot. Some of the guys have been really hung too. I love the feeling of our toys, but there is just something about the feel of a real cock, especially bare. I'm glad you pushed me into this. Thank you. I don't say that enough, but thank you, and I love you. I guess there is truth to the saying once you go black you never go back." She added, trying to lighten the mood with a joke. "Do you remember what you said at the pool in Vegas when that older guy propositioned you?" "No." "You told him you only fucked black guys. Remember?" Amy laughed uncomfortably, "Om my god, I did. It just kind of came out." "You did, so you meant it?" She paused. "Well, in the last however long we've been doing this I have only had sex with black guys you know. It's like what, 8 or 9 guys now, right?" "It's been 12." "Shit, really?" I quickly named the 12 guys. "Does that make me a slut then?" "No, labels are stupid. It makes you a hot fucking hotwife, I know that. My little black only hotwife." While we had thrown this term around playing, especially role playing in the bedroom, I had to dig further to see how she actually felt about it. Was it just for fun, or something deeper, more real? "Oh, shut the fuck up. I can't be black only because I still fuck you don't I. Plus, didn't you just say labels are stupid." "So, you still think about Vegas every day?" "Yes, almost, it gets me wet. I know, that's so bad. It was so dirty." "You never talk about the gangbang. I thought you regretted it, and now you admit you liked it?" "Yes, kind of." "Wait, kind of. You said you think about it every day? That's not kind of." "Fuck, I don't know. I didn't want to like it, but I did. I liked being dominated and used by those guys. In a way it was sexually freeing. I never thought I'd want to give up control like that, but I loved it. I loved being used as a sexual object. I liked the fact that you were there, it made me feel safe, but it was unnerving and dangerous to be used by a group of guys like that. I love that you were there to take care of me after. My knight in shining armor." "Wow, okay. That's fucking hot. So, you want to do more gangbangs?" "Yes, I mean, not like last time with all the fisting and bottles and stuff. I want to be able to walk normally the next day. I want it to be regular fucking this time, but I want to be used again. Are you mad, are you okay with all this? I know it's a lot. I won't do it if you don't want me to." "Let me get this straight, you want to do gangbangs now." "No, slow down. Don't put words in my mouth. I said I want to at least do another one to see if I like it." "And you are only fucking black guys now?" "Yes, well no, there you go again with that. Why do you care?" Amy said, clearly flustered. "Yes, you said yes. I don't know. I guess I find the narrative hot. Suburban wife and mom only has sex with black guys. These are your words by the way. Remember the after-dinner conversation with Marcus. You listed a lot of reasons why you like black guys. In all fairness, you have only played with black men, and all of the guys you are chatting with are black. You have not even engaged a white guy as far as I know. Right?" Amy paused for a moment before speaking. "Yes, not on purpose though. I just pick what excites me." Admit it, you're a queen of spades. Okay, I'm in on one condition. Admit you're a queen of spades and I agree to meet Ray and his friends." I said, wondering if I had pushed too hard here, but I needed to see her response. "This is a bizarre conversation to be having with my husband. I've done more research on this stuff by the way and know all about that term and have even chatted with some women that are truly into the lifestyle. You can learn a lot from the internet. I know exactly what it means and what it involves now. I really don't understand why you want this, but if that is what you want, then that is what you'll get sweetie. You have no idea what you're in for." Amy took another gulp from her wine glass and stared at me intently. "Fine, I'm a queen of spades. I only want to have sex with hung black men. I fucking crave it. Is that what you want to hear? That your wife prefers fucking black guys." Amy shot back defiantly. She looked at me. I was lost for words. "Fuck, that's hot." "You are fucked up. Do you want to be my cuckold too, yup, I know all about that? Should I lock you in a cage and deny you sex? Do you want to eat guys cum, or suck their cocks?" She asked. "No, I don't want any of that. I know the cuckold shit too. I don't want anything to do with it." "What do you want then?" "First, I want you to enjoy it. Second, I want you to explore your sexuality. I admit, I love watching and sharing you with other men. I don't know why, I just do. I want to watch you in gangbangs and fucking lots of different men. You being a naughty girl turns me on." "I still don't understand why you want this and what you get from it. I like fucking other men though, so I guess you'll get what you want." Woah, did that just happen? So, it was set, my wife and I were going to a prearranged gangbang that she set up. Not only that, but she is submitting to a strange man to let him, and his friends do anything they want to her. What a long way we had come in just over 2 years. My wife just actually admitted she only wants to have sex with black men and wants to be dominated. Mind blown. She had gone from reluctantly meeting and sucking one guys cock to now organizing a gangbang. I could not believe this was my Amy. She also admitted she had been watching gangbang porn recently to get an idea of how she wanted to act and be treated next Saturday, which could not come fast enough. When she showed me some of the videos she had bookmarked, I was shocked. These were some very raunchy gangbang scenes. Careful what you wish for my friends, it may just come true. I was not the only one excited. When I pulled Amy's panties down to go down on her, they were absolutely drenched, and her pussy was swollen and open, a sign she was very horny. Not long after I had Amy impaled on her giant dildo, making her tell me how much she loved black cock. We had more, abut less heated conversations over the next days, and talked about what we wanted and didn't want from the lifestyle. I think we both wanted to make sure the other one really wanted and was comfortable with this. An organized gangbang with 5 guys is a seriously big step. On top of that, my agreed role would be to just watch and take pictures and videos. I was there to basically be a spectator in my wife's gangbang. I think we both knew this was something that we could never come back from and that it would change things permanently. It was an incredibly anxious week until the meeting with Ray, especially with the fact that Amy did not want to have an orgasm all week, so she'd be extra horny on Saturday. My head was all over the place and at times I was close to calling it off. Did Amy really mean what she said about only wanting to fuck black guys, or was she just playing along to fuel the fire and excitement? Amy took many hours prepping herself and we drove the hour to the hotel. She would later tell me she had done an enema, so she did not have to worry about anal sex being messy. I made sure the room was stocked with water, drinks, and extra condoms. I was the first time ever I had gone into a store and bought a bunch of condoms that I knew were specifically for someone else to fuck my wife. Weird feeling. The two of us went out for a nice dinner, then back to the hotel. We had some wine and did a small amount of edibles. The marijuana always made it easier to relax and sex better for Amy. She was super nervous. We both were. The gangbang in Vegas was spontaneous and was only 3 other guys besides me. This was going to be 5 other guys, who all knew what they were there for. She wanted to change before we went to meet the guys. My jaw hit the floor when she stepped out. She had refreshed her makeup, gone dark with the eyeliner, bright red lipstick, put on a new borderline inappropriate, skintight black dress that was low cut and made her boobs pop out, and stiletto heels. That was not what made my jaw drop though. On her left breast, and clearly visible, she had a queen of spades tattoo. "You like, I thought you might?" She asked as she twirled. "Fuck, yes, holy shit! Really? Wow!" She then pulled up her dress to show black thong panties. She pulled down her panties just a little, and just above her pussy she had another queen of spades tattoo. She was wearing some of the queen of spades tattoos I had bought for roleplay when we first started talking about hotwifing, but she never wanted to put them on. I had purchased them over two years ago and nearly forgotten about them. "You remember these don't you? You bought these a little prematurely didn't you. Well, now you finally get the chance to see them on me. I told Ray all about our queen of spades conversation and these tattoos you bought. He told me I had to wear them." "You told him about the queen of spades thing." "Yup." I accompanied Amy to the bar. It was only 7:50. Everyone we walked past stared at Amy. It was impossible not to. She was dressed in a very short skintight dress, with her boobs fully on display, one of which had a clear as day Qos tattoo on it. Amy admitted she was super nervous and there were butterflies in her stomach, but it turned her on to see everyone staring at her. We were at the bar for about 10 minutes when Ray and 4 other guys walked in. Fuck, 5 guys on my wife. Holy shit, this just got real. The guys approached the table, and it did not go unnoticed that 5 guys were now surrounding us, and the looks increased. The place was busy and loud, but it was hard to miss these guys. Ray had been a college basketball player and one of the guys was his former teammate, and the other 3 were friends. They were all over 6 feet, and Ray and one other guy, at least 6'5". Ray greeted Amy with a hug and then grabbed her arm spinning her around in front of the guys. We were no doubt creating a spectacle. Amy greeted each of them with a hug and I was introduced as well. Chris, James, Anthony, and Jamal. She already knew their names since they had been chatting. Almost immediately they were coping feels of her tits and ass, paying special attention to her left breast which displayed her tattoo. Given the scene we were causing we did not stick around the bar for long and headed to the elevators. I felt everyone's eyes on us as we departed the bar. There was no doubt what we were going to do. There was another older couple waiting for the elevator with us. When they took one look at my hotly dressed wife getting on the elevator with 6 guys, they decided to wait on the next one, and I could hear her commenting to her husband when the doors closed. All 7 of us climbed into the elevator and immediately things got interesting. Amy was feeling their cocks as they pawed at her tits and ass, giving them both hard squeezes, and pulling them out of her dress. We got off and walked to our room, with Amy's tits still out of her dress. Luckily no one was in the hallway. Once inside we started to make drinks and one of the guys lit a joint. I was not sure either of us needed it, but we both did it anyway. Even while the joint was being passed the action started as Jamal pulled Amy to him and started kissing her. James was kissing her neck from behind. She turned to kiss him. She now had her hands on their dicks and soon their cocks popped free. Ray then announced, "Boys, Amy is a newly minted queen of spades. Tonight, is her initiation. Let's show her what it means!" Ray then pulled out his cock, pushed her to the ground immediately and said, "Show us what that expert mouth can do slut." She started to suck Jamal and had Marcus's and James's cock in each hand, then the other 2 guys dropped their pants. Now, Amy was on her knees surrounded by 5 cocks as she sucked 1 and jerked another 2. The train had left the station and I was about to see was a live porn show starring my wife. She alternated between the guys the best she could, and they taunted her. "That's it slut. Work those dicks." None of the guys were small, ranging from slightly above average to Ray's huge cock, and Jamal, who was nearly as big as Ray. I was in a dream like trance as I sat in a chair. Was this happening? Amy was on her knees surrounded by 5 big black cocks, had a queen of spades tattoo clearly visible on her boob, and was about to get gangbanged by these men. The guys pulled her to her feet and quickly stripped her clothes from her. James pushed her on the bed and started licking her pussy from behind as Chris and Jamal offered their cocks to her. Pretty soon the other two guys were in front of Amy as James was now fingering her pussy, and she did her best to suck and jerk 4 cocks. "You want some black cock in your pussy now slut?" Ray asked Amy. "Yes, please fuck me." Ray slapped her tit. "Beg for it!" "Please fuck me with your big black cocks. Just fuck me." "You need to do better than that. Show us your married white pussy deserves this black dick." "Please, I'm begging you. I need your cock in my pussy. I'll do whatever you want." "That's right. It's my pussy now. Who's first?" Ray asked. "Come here." Jamal instructed her as he opened a condom and unrolled it onto his cock, and then grabbed Amy by the hips pulling her ass towards him. "Fuck this little white slut. You want that black cock in your pussy?" Ray said as he slapped Amy's ass. "Yes." Amy groaned. Ray slapped her ass again, "Tell us slut, that pussy made for black dick?" "Yes, my pussy is made for black dick, I love it. Ahhh" Jamal was now rubbing his cock over her pussy and then dropped a bit of spit on his cock. It's a good thing Amy has a well-worn pussy because he just slammed his cock into her. "Ah, fuck yes." Amy groaned. Jamal started fucking her. "Damn, that's what I'm talking about. That pussy nice and broke in. Made for big black dick." He said as he slapped her ass. "Told you this slut had a nice and loose pussy. She's made for the brothers. Don't have to worry about her tapping out. We gonna work that pussy though. It will really be broken in when we're done. Little dicks won't even touch the sides." Ray said. Chris and Anthony continued to get their cocks sucked and jerked as Ray and James stood to watch and took a drink. Soon, Chris was putting on a condom and said "switch." They turned Amy around and now Chris plunged his cock into her as she sucked on Jamal's condom and pussy juice covered cock. Anthony was now putting a condom on and then after watching James fuck her for a few minutes, tapped him on the shoulder. "Let me get some of that pussy." He thrust his cock into her. Ray was now offering his cock to Amy as she worked his cock still getting fucked by James. "That's it my little white slut, work that cock." Anthony pulled out, slapped her ass, and said, "Who wants this pussy next?" James moved behind her and took his place in her pussy. Amy didn't even know or care who was behind her fucking her as she was focused on sucking the cocks in front of her. It was surreal. We had barely met these guys a half hour ago and had been in the room less than 10 minutes, and already 4 guys had sunk their cock balls deep in my wife. The crazy part is that she was begging for it. I was blown away that Amy would actually do this, let alone in front of me. "Lemme get that pussy again." Jamal said. James pulled out of her, and Jamal picked her up and finally flipped her on her back. For the first time the guys saw the other tattoo just above her pussy. "Oh damn." Jamal said as he slid 3 fingers into her pussy. "Look at that, this slut got a tat on her pussy too. A real queen of spades. We gonna have to call backup next time boys. You love the dark meat don't ya?" "See, told ya this slut loves the black dick. You a big black dick loving white girl ain't ya?" Ray added. "Yes, I love it." She said as she looked me straight in the eyes. It did not go unnoticed by Ray. "Oh damn. Tell him, go ahead, tell your husband you love black cock." "I do, I fucking love it." Amy said looking right at me defiantly. "Well then, me and my boys can take care of that. We'll get ya all the black dick you can handle and then some." Ray said as offered Amy his cock to suck once again and pulled on her nipples. Jamal slid his cock back into Amy and fucked her into the bed. Amy gave her mouth, pussy, and ass to them for the next 2 hours to use any way they wanted, and they treated her like a total whore. There were a few breaks here and there to get a drink or go to the bathroom, but it was a blur. They came on her tits, stomach, ass, mouth, and face. They pulled her hair and her nipples. They gagged her with their dicks and lightly choked her. They slapped her ass, her tits, and her face (lightly). They DP'd, DVP'd, and triple penetrated her. About the only thing they did not do was double anal. They called her every dirty name you can think of, and it was too racially driven at times, and made me uncomfortable. It was even worse than the night in Vegas. She begged and pleaded for more the whole time. While it didn't include the crazy pussy stretching Olympics like her last gangbang, it was dirtier. They used her like a slut. I had to stop touching my dick several times worrying I was about to orgasm. I almost came in my pants without even touching myself. Her pussy was a gaping mess by the end, and she had two cocks in her pussy a lot. I thought for sure one of the guys was going to fist her, but it never happened. At various points the guys had her tell me how much she loved fucking them and that she was a slut for black cock. By the end she was completely exhausted and fucked out, but she had cum, a lot. Amy completely submitted to them though and did everything they told her too. There was dried cum everywhere. On the bed, in her hair, and all over her body. Her ass and tits were bright red, and her pussy was a gaping mess. The guys didn't really mess with me too much and were cool at the end of the whole thing, even friendly and polite, making sure Amy was okay. Ray said he knew it was an "experience" for us and they all said they hoped we had fun. I could tell it was more than just a show from Ray. He clearly got off using my wife in front of me and having her say and do all that nasty shit. At one point he was fucking her and pulling her hair, making her repeat, "No more white dick." Ray owned my wife's pussy and body that night, and I just let him do it. Ray did tell Amy that he will see her again soon and they are going to have a lot of fun together. She just nodded. When they were finally gone, I fucked her well stretched pussy. She was just about passed out by this point. It didn't matter how loose she was after what I just saw I shot my load in about 30 seconds. She fell asleep in my arms, but I was up early and could not even think about sleeping my mind was racing so much. It was a lot to process. I was feeling sick to my stomach but with a hard cock at the same time. I eventually ordered room service knowing we would be headed straight home to go to a kids soccer game of all things. She finally got up and greeted me. "Hey baby, are you okay?" "Yes, I'm okay, how are you feeling this morning?" "Okay. My ass is quite sore though. My pussy feels okay, slightly sore, but just stretched." This was saying a lot. Amy had gotten so used to the huge dildos and fisting over the years and it was very hard to make her sore these days. It rarely happened anymore. "I'm not surprised. That was crazy intense baby. Like nothing I could have imagined. Did you have fun?" "Yes, I mean, it was super intense. I have never cum that much in my life. In the heat of the moment, it was like I could not control myself. At one point it was like a continuous orgasm. Are you okay, I mean, what they did to me? It was pretty dirty. I'm sorry." "You mean they fucked you like a whore." I said harshly. "No, I mean, don't say that. I mean, did you like it? I didn't know how it would go but once we started, I just flowed with the situation." "It was like watching a very gritty gangbang video except it was real, and you were in it." "So, you think I'm a whore now? You said you wanted me to do this." Amy said, processing my response and starting to feel defensive. Seeing her vulnerable I changed my tune. I had to keep my composure here. I was just as guilty as she was. I fucking asked her to do it. We were partners in this. "What, no. I fucking love you. I'm glad we did it. I don't think you're a whore (which was a total lie by the way as I thought at that moment, she was a gigantic whore). A slut, yes, but as long as you're my slut and do these things for me then I could not be happier. I love you babe. Nothing can change that." "Okay, I just need to know. After doing something like that I feel like you wouldn't want me anymore. That is not what normal girls are supposed to do." "Are you kidding me. I have fantasized about this stuff forever. I mean, it's a lot to process, a lot. I'm happy though." "Really?" "Yes." "Well, don't get any ideas. I'm not sure I'd be up for that again anytime soon." "Does that mean this was a one and done?" "I don't know, it was fun, just give me some time to recover." "So, this means you want to do it again?" "Oh honey, I don't know. I told you to be careful what you wish for. Isn't this what you wanted?" After all, I had admitted all kinds of dark fantasies to Amy when the hotwife secret came out, including her participating in gangbangs and guys sharing her. I had admitted it all to her. I literally told her I wanted her to do exactly this, but man is it heavy when it actually happens. Fantasy is one thing, but the reality causes unexplainable emotions. I could not help but my cock was rock hard thinking about what had happened. I moved to Amy, kissed her, and put her hand on my cock. She told me she had to go to the bathroom first. When she came back, I pushed her to the bed and started kissing down her body. She had wiped all the cum off from her last night, but there was still a slight residue all over her body. I did not care. I made my way down to her pussy and licked her clit. Her pussy was gaping wide open, even more than usual. I slid 3 fingers in, and she winced a little, "Easy, I'm quite tender." I focused on licking her clit as my fingers gently massaged her g spot. I did this for 15 minutes and she orgasmed. I slipped my cock into her. "Is that okay? I asked. "Yes, it's okay, just go easy." I slowly fucked her loose pussy and filled her with cum. I was still so worked up from the night before I did not last long. After we were done, Amy jumped in the shower and the food showed up. We ate and then took off. She was very quiet on the ride home and actually napped for a bit. We got home just in time to meet my mother-in-law at our kids soccer game. It was surreal. Carrying on with our mother-in-law, and our suburban friends, like we were just your normal quite married couple. At one point my mother-in-law commented on how tired Amy looked. She told her she had not slept well in the hotel. I was thinking, 'no, your daughter is a slut that was up half the night fucking 5 guys.' Our crazy sex night was over, and it was now back to our lives as a not so normal married couple with a family to raise. Although we were over two years into this, we had been going down an increasingly kinky path. It had taken her 15 months since that first blowjob to get to 3 guys, but going back only 9 months now, Amy had fucked 16 different guys, and done 3 gangbangs. I was still processing everything. Amy, my 39-year-old hotwife, had just spent the night getting gangbanged by a bunch of guys in their 20's, and used like a piece of meat. Whether or not she meant it remained unknown, but she told all of the guys in one form or another she would fuck them again. Even worse was the fact that I just sat and watched them use her like that. I had the feeling our sex life had permanently changed. I thought that maybe we had crossed the line in Vegas, but now I know we had. There was no coming back from this. I was no longer in the driver's seat. Sure, I was a copilot, and even though I could steer a little, I was along for a ride. In the back of my brain, I knew that Amy submitting to Ray and his friends was a bad idea. I got wrapped up in the fantasy of it, and how hard it made my dick though. I did not fully realize it at the time, but that gangbang was her coming out party, or as Ray said, her initiation. She was a queen of spades, a real black cock slut, and had admitted it to me, herself, and the rest of the world. My wife and our marriage would be forever changed. My nasty little butterfly had finally emerged, and spread her wings, or was it legs. |
My name is Grace Dawkins and I am 46 years old. I still look pretty good and I work out a lot to keep myself in good shape. I am married to Perley Dawkins, my husband of 25 years, but I have been having an affair with a young man, 20 years my junior. We met at the gym and he propositioned me and I accepted. Why? Good question. We spent this afternoon together in a motel room and I had just left. My story starts as I return to the home my husband and I shared for the past 23 years and where we raised two wonderful children. I arrived home at just after 4:00. That would give me plenty of time to have a shower and change. I had put a roast in the oven earlier and the automatic timer should have come on about an hour ago. I could peel some potatoes and wash some carrots and put those in to bake for the last hour. By the time Perley, or Perk as I called him, came home dinner would be done and on the table. I decided to do the potatoes and carrots before I showered and changed. I dropped my purse on the table and took my small overnight bag into the laundry. I emptied the intimate things that I wore for my young stud into a laundry basket containing my pajamas and underwear. I would start that load right after I changed. As I began to peel the potatoes, I thought back to the pleasant afternoon just past. I had gone to the motel today to meet Jason, as I had for the last 5 Wednesdays. This time was a little strange, but probably the best of the meetings. I arrived on time at 1:30. Jason saw me through the peephole and opened the door stark naked! He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room. He wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss me passionately! He was very excited. He kissed my lips with lots of tongue, kissed my nose, and then moved to my neck just below the ear. I began to shiver with pleasure since that is my most intense pleasure spot. He kissed over to the hollow of my throat, just below my chin and finally moved down to my cleavage. "Unbutton your blouse. Leave it on, but unbutton it!" He stood back to watch me and I tried to make it sexy, but he was too impatient. I got the buttons undone and opened my blouse for his inspection. He growled and grabbed me again pushing my bra up over my breasts, then used his tongue to tease and nip at my nipples. He took each one between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them back and forth until they jutted out hard and firm. He then took one in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, causing waves of desire to build in me. He did first one and then the other. By now I was shuddering with lust and desire. I reached for his erection, but he batted my hand away. "Take off your panties. Leave your skirt on." Again, he stood back to watch. I did as he asked, wondering at this change in his behavior. He had never done this before. I removed my panties and pushed them away. He pushed me to the bed and had me lay down. He laid beside me and began to kiss me as before. As he was kissing my breasts, he began to roughly finger me, getting me wetter than I already was. He continued this until I could take no more. "Fuck me now, Jason. I can't stand much more of this. I'll cum on your hand if you don't put that beautiful cock into me now!" I was squirming and twisting and was so close that I could almost feel the pleasure of an orgasm. Jason pushed my skirt up till it was bunched around my waist and pushed my legs apart with his knees. He crawled between my spread legs and took his cock in his hand. "Hold it! Take it in your hand and put it in! Show me how much you want it!" I kind of liked this more forceful game playing. Jason held himself above me while he watched me take his cock in my hand and rub the head between my pussy lips, getting it wet and lubricated. I finally put it at the entrance to my waiting wetness and told him to push it in. He pushed and entered me easily. I was wet and willing and ready to be fucked senseless! As he entered, I left my hand where it was and circled his cock with my thumb and forefinger while he pumped in and out of me. This gave an added intensity to our fucking that we both enjoyed. It also made him cum much sooner but that was OK for the first time. Jason pumped into me slowly at first and then began to pump faster and faster. I wrapped my legs around his humping ass and pulled him in on every down stroke. I rose to meet him and urged him on with whispered dirty words. " Fuck me hard, you bastard. Use that cock and drive it deep inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can." He loved that and I got a thrill from it as well. I got so turned on when he talked to me that way. I had never done this with Perk and I wondered how I could begin it with him. "You like this slut? You like this hard cock pumping in and out of your juicy wet cunt? Is this what you want?" Jason kept this up as he pounded into me. I felt like a whore and loved every minute of it. "Tell me!" "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my cunt with your hard cock. Give it to me. Harder!" The words came so easily now after the previous times. It had been difficult at first but I began to enjoy it and it became easier and more exciting. I was learning to be a slut! Jason pounded into me like a madman! He was like a man possessed. He came so hard that it surprised me. I held him tight to me while I felt his seed spurt into my vagina. As he spurted, I came! Wonderful. Dirty. Cheating. All feelings that made this afternoon worthwhile. "What brought that on? I've never seen you that way before." I liked it but wondered where it had come from. "Just some role playing. I watched a movie last night where the guy raped a girl with her clothes on. It made me hot so I wanted to try it. I didn't want to rape you or anything, but I thought the idea of screwing with clothes on was exciting." Whatever turned him on. Since I enjoyed it, I guess I had no reason to be offended. Being treated like a rape victim was sort of kinky. We rested for a time and began all over. This time I got undressed and Jason fucked me doggy style. He was able to last longer and he pumped into me for all he was worth. He was giving me the fucking that I had come for and I let him know I enjoyed it. Later, I gave him a blowjob while he ate me out, 69 style, and then I sucked him to get him hard again. We fucked missionary style again, this time was slow and sensuous and felt good. At 3:30, we got dressed so that I could go home to my wifely duties and he could go to work. He worked second shift at the local steel mill. That was why we could meet in the afternoons. As for me, with my schedule, Perk never wondered where I was since I was everywhere. I was still breathing hard after my flashback as I finished the potatoes and carrots. I put them into the roaster and set the timer for 45 minutes. I went into the laundry room and put the load of intimates into the washer. They would be done and in the dryer before Perley came home. It certainly would not do to have him see these things since I had never worn them for him. Finally, I showered and changed into a summer dress that Perley loved. I was now the perfect housewife and my husband of 25 years would not notice anything different. I would do nothing to hurt him because I loved him more now than when I first married him. He was all that I wanted and we had raised two beautiful children together. They were out and on their own and both were very happy and successful. I had a life that I loved and would die if anything happened to ruin it. Then what was I doing? I dropped that thought like a hot potato! I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was almost 5:15, just about the time Perk got home from work. I started to set the table and got the roast out of the oven. Everything was ready. I went in to the living room to have a drink while waiting for him to arrive. While I waited, I thought again about Jason. I was a very busy housewife, with committee meetings, the gym and normal household chores. I had quit smoking about 3 years ago and joined the Gold's gym down the block to head off the inevitable weight gain. I went Tuesday and Fridays and loved it. I looked and felt better than at any time during our marriage and Perk commented on it all the time. I was proud of my body. As a result, our sex life had picked up considerably and Perk and I enjoyed our love making even more now that the kids had all gone. Unfortunately, the gym is also where I met Jason. Jason joined just last year and he began to make it a point to be there when I was. It wasn't obvious at first, but I soon noticed that he was usually there when I was and he usually took the equipment next to mine. He finally introduced himself and we began to buddy up for a lot of the exercises. Jason began to compliment me on my appearance and condition and he made it a point to let me know that he thought I was very hot. It didn't take long till I began to look forward to being with him and for his comments. It was almost like I needed his praise to feel good. From there it didn't take long before Jason began to make suggestions about getting together. Since these suggestions made me horny, Perk enjoyed the benefits after my gym sessions. I noticed that it was now almost 6:00 and Perk should have been home by this time. I just put it off to him being a little late due to traffic or a last minute phone call. If he didn't show by 6:30, I would have to put dinner in the oven to stay warm. He would call if he were going to be that late. Well, to state the obvious, I finally gave in to Jason's suggestions and we met one day at the Waverly Motel, off I-95, south of town. We went there because it was in the opposite direction from every thing I was familiar with. We had sex and it was pretty great. Jason was 20 years younger that I was and he had the stamina of a 25 year old. I enjoyed his energy and enthusiasm. There was no sophistication to what we did, just raw fucking and sucking and rutting. That was totally different than what I had with Perk. I guess I wanted to see what it was like. I remember the first rush of guilt and the way I felt that evening when I was with Perley. I could hardly look him in the eye and finally pleading ill, went to bed early. I don't know if the guilt disappeared or if I just buried it deep down where I didn't have to face it. Either way, I continued what I had begun. It was now 6:35 and Perk had not come home and had not called. I began to worry. He was never this late without a phone call. I put the roast back in the oven and called his cell phone. No answer. The service said his phone was not turned on. That was very strange. I called his office and got his voice mail. I left a message to call right away. I waited but no call. I called three times but got nothing. I went back into the living room and thought again about today and Jason and the whole affair. That is what it was: a sleazy affair. Not love, not intimacy, not sharing, just raw sex. Why? I knew why. I just wanted to know what it was like. I had friends that were single and they talked about their love life with their current partners. I had only ever known Perley. He was my first and only. I wanted to share what they talked so much about. I did it because I could and because I wanted the same thing they had. But why had I let it continue if it was only curiosity? I had no answer. Maybe I had better find one! I had never considered what it would do to Perk if he ever found out. That was because I was going to be sure he never did find out. No pain, no hurt and I would keep the secret close to my chest. He didn't deserve to be hurt because he had never given me any reason to cheat on him. Foolish, foolish thinking! I was old enough to know better. What is the old expression? We make plans while the gods laugh? It was 7:15. Now I began to worry in earnest. Perk had never been this late without calling. I wondered if I should call the police? They would just tell me to wait. I wondered for the first time if he could know anything about what I was doing. Of course not! He gave no indication of ever doubting me. As I sat there, I suddenly felt a chill go down my back, like a premonition of doom. I walked into our bathroom and looked at his side of the double vanity. His things were gone! I had the first feelings of panic. I ran to the closet where he kept his clothes. All gone! Shoes, underwear, socks and ties, gone! I looked for the suitcases, also gone. He had packed up everything and left! Why had he done this? Why in the world would he leave me without a word? That wasn't like Perley to not let me know if he was delayed or in trouble. It suddenly dawned on me: He had found out! There was no other explanation. He knew and he had left me! What could I do? Where was he? How could I get in touch with him? I sat there in the kitchen of my suddenly empty home and felt my world slipping away. Why had I done this? For what? I was a slut and a cheat and a liar and my husband, the only person in the world that understood and loved me without reservation, had left me because of what I had done. Now full panic set in. I had no way to reach him and no idea where he could have gone. I could only wait. I sat down at the kitchen table, set for a dinner with my husband of 25 years that was never going to happen. I broke down and cried as I looked at the empty chair. His favorite cup was at his place. The saltshaker that he kept close, even though I always nagged him about his blood pressure, set next to the centerpiece. I cried for over an hour setting in that chair. I finally got myself up and collapsed on our bed. I cried myself to sleep. That was last Wednesday night. It was now a week later and I had not heard from my husband since he left that day. I tried his work number but his secretary coolly informed me that Mr. Dawkins was not in and had left word that his location was not to be disclosed to anyone. I talked with the kids but they just mentioned that dad had called them from work a couple of times. I didn't let them know anything was wrong. I called the office three more times and tried to get through to him. I was refused every time. The last time I called, I was determined to get through to him. "But I'm his wife! I have to talk to him. It's an emergency! Give me a number where he can be reached!" I yelled at this dimwit who refused to tell me where my husband had gone. "I understand Mrs. Dawkins, but your husband said that I was not to give his location or number to anyone, including you." I could almost hear the smirk on her face over the phone. "I am calling the police! They will make you give me the number where he is." I was going to find him if it was the last thing I did. I had to make him understand that this was nothing that we couldn't work through. It was only sex and not love. I loved him only! He had to hear that! "That is fine with me. I will be glad to give the police a copy of the instructions Mr. Dawkins left for me." She disconnected and I sat there fuming. It was clear that Perk had no desire to talk to me and had made sure that I couldn't find him. It was easy for him since he owned the company! It was a small but very profitable software company that made modifications of existing software to customize it for specific applications. He often boasted of some of his bigger clients. I tried to go to his office, but I couldn't get past Jerry, the security guard. He had known me for years but he told me he had strict orders not to let me in. I tried to bluff my way past him but he picked up the phone and started to call the police. "Please Mrs. Dawkins: I'll lose my job if I let you in. I have a wife and two kids and I can't risk it. I'm sorry. You always treated me good." He was right. It was his job and I had no right to get him fired. Even though I was desperate, my own screw up was what caused this. It shouldn't cost him too. Over the next few weeks I went through the different levels of loss: grieving, apathy, anger and finally acceptance. I now knew that Perk knew of my affair with Jason and had decided to end our marriage. I was angry with him because he would not give me a chance to explain. But then I asked myself what I could say that would explain my need for sex with someone else. I had no answer that made sense and none that would have ever satisfied me if I had caught him cheating. I finally had to accept that I had screwed up so badly that there was no way back. I was beginning to learn the price for my folly. During the next 4 months, I heard nothing from Perk. I did, however, receive word from his attorney that a deposit would be made into our checking account every two weeks that should cover all of the necessary expenses of running the house and maintaining my life. The deposit was very generous and I was able to continue on without having to make any changes. I didn't go back to the gym, however, and I never saw Jason again. He called several times but I finally told him that we were over and not to call or try to contact me again. Too little, too late. Otherwise, things went on. The fact that Perk had not contacted me about a divorce, and the twice-monthly deposits gave me a tiny bit of hope that maybe something might happen if I could just wait. I determined to do just that. My marriage may be over, but I would not go down without a fight! It was 21 weeks and 3 days after Perk left me when I answered a knock on my door and found Perley standing there. My heart began to pound and the blood rushed to my head. I staggered a little and caught myself on the doorframe. I noticed that he was not smiling and looked haggard and pale. "Perk, please come in! My God, I have been so worried about you. Where were you and why didn't you ever call me? I know that you knew what I had done but I expected you to be angry and hurt and I expected you to demand that I leave and divorce me." I was babbling and out of control. Through it all, he just stood there looking at me without expression. "Can we talk about it?" "I wanted to talk to you but I wanted to be sure I understood my own feelings completely before I saw you. That's why I haven't called or seen you." He came into the living room and sat down on the edge of the big chair that he always used when he came home in the evening. It broke my heart to see him setting there like a visitor and not my loving husband. "Where have you been for the last 5 months? Your secretary wouldn't give me any information and the police said that you were fine but just refused to contact me. They told me that was your right, so they couldn't do anything. You made sure that I couldn't see you at work. I have been so worried and frightened." Perk just watched me as I wrung my hands and walked back and forth in front of him, Before he could say anything, I started. "Please let me say the things that I need to say to you before you start. I will be honest about everything even though it makes me look terrible. I have been so wrong and have done so many hateful things and I am so ashamed. I am so sorry that I hurt you and I don't know what to say to make it right." I had to get everything in before he left me again. I continued almost in a panic to get it all out. "I cheated on you and lied to you and destroyed the beautiful life that you and I built over the past 25 years. I don't know what I was thinking when I did those hurtful things. I know that I didn't love Jason and it was only sex. I know how trite that sounds but it is true. Most of my friends are either single or divorced and they are always talking about their boyfriends. The talk always gets around to sex and they all brag about what a great lover their guy is. I never knew any man but you and I began to wonder what it would be like. Not that I was unhappy or dissatisfied with you, but just what it would be like to have another man. After a while, it became almost an obsession." Through all of this, Perley sat and watched me as I poured it all out. He had no expression on his face that I could see and I began to get a cold, hopeless feeling. I continued. "I met Jason at the gym and he complimented me on my body and my beauty and everything. I always loved the compliments that you gave me and when Jason said the same things, I was flattered. He was so much younger than me and the fact that I could impress a young man like him was almost magic." "Jason finally asked me to sleep with him and I agreed. I didn't even think about what it would mean or that what I was doing was wrong. The obsession was there and it took over. I told him yes and we went to the motel. I enjoyed the sex because it was different and I finally knew what the other girls were talking about. I never thought, 'this is better than Perk' or 'Jason is a better lover than Perk' or anything like that. I didn't compare you and Jason because you and I made love. Jason and I had sex. Do you see what I mean? I never thought of you because it was like a different life. I was never going to let you find out about Jason so there was no way you could be hurt. I now realize that it was unrealistic." I stopped and looked at Perk. He still hadn't responded to anything I had said. I had to make one final attempt. "I am so sorry about what I did and I wish I had never done it. I never meant to hurt you and I will do everything I can to make it up to you. I love you more today than ever and, if you will forgive me, I would like to begin again. I promise you that I will never let you down again. Can we get past this and go on with our life?" I had done all I could at this point. I had to know what he was thinking. Perley looked at me with a strange expression on his face. I couldn't tell anything about what he was thinking and he had made no comments during my outpouring. I was going crazy waiting for whatever was to come. "I can try to answer some of the questions you asked me. I am living in an apartment on the west side of town. It is fully furnished and has everything I need. I instructed my staff to tell you nothing. When the police called, I explained the situation to them and told them I was fine, but that I needed time away from you. They urged me to call you but they couldn't make me." He looked away at this last. His expression was now just a sad one. "You say you love me more today than ever. I also love you and have always loved you more than I can put into words. You have always been my life and when the children grew and left, I counted on you more and more. I had planned to spend the rest of my life with you and was happy to do so." I was thrilled at the first words he spoke but the last sentence left me concerned. "Your statement of loving me is difficult for me to understand since what you chose to do to me makes that statement ridiculous. You can't love someone and then do what you did. And let's be honest: you chose to do what you did and you chose to break our wedding vows and you did it voluntarily and you did it over and over. Six times, to my knowledge. That isn't love, or at least not love as I know it." At this last, I tried to interrupt him to make him see that what he said wasn't true. He waved me quiet with a disgusted look on his face. "You can protest all you want, but you did what you did. It makes no difference what you say: only what I perceive to be true. That is a fact that you forgot. Since I am the wronged party, what I feel is important. What you feel is not!" You can explain all you want. I get to decide how I feel about it and what I want to do about it!" The anger was beginning to show itself. Maybe this was a good thing. If he could get angry, I had a chance. "In case you were wondering, I have a good friend that is a member of the same gym that you use. He recognized you from the picture I have on my desk at work. You know, the one where you and I went to Jamaica for our second honeymoon? He was going to introduce himself, but noticed that you were spending a lot of time with a young man and that it seemed to be more than simple friendship. He was taking a shower one day after a workout and heard this young man talking to another about a hot housewife and how he was getting into her pants. He actually bragged about screwing you to his friends." Perley stopped at this point and I could see the difficulty he was having holding on to his temper. I was shocked at the thought of Jason bragging about our affair to his friends. It turned the whole thing into a cheap, dirty tryst and me into a whore. "Once he warned me of what he suspected, I hired a private detective agency that I had used before for work related things and gave them your name and the gym where you worked out and told them the days you went there. That was all it took. They followed you and got pictures of you and your boy toy. They talked with the manager of the motel you visited and informed him that you were married to a very important man and that a sizable reward was in it if he could be sure you were assigned the 'correct room' when you had your next meetings. The clerk always gave them the room number you would be in as soon as shithead made the reservations. They put cameras in the smoke detectors and filmed you on the last three occasions. They got picture and sound." I remembered the afternoon just past and began to realize at this time that all I had hoped was lost. I had known Perley for over 25 years and I could tell his mood. The mood he was in now was one of total defeat. I could only sit and listen and pray. "I watched all three tapes and listened to the two of you together. I am so very sorry that I did. If I could have only known what was on them, I would have burned them and never had to endure what I am now going through. I can't forget them. I did burn the first two but the last one was the worst. I kept it even though I never watched it again. It is burned into my memory. I can hear the words you used and I can see you together." There were tears in his eyes now. It broke my heart to look at him and to know that I was the cause of the pain this decent man was in. "The day that I left, I packed my clothes and things while you were fucking him. That was after seeing the first two videos. I hadn't seen the last one yet. I wanted time away to see if I could forgive what you had done and if my love for you could overcome my anger and pain. I wanted to see if my love could wipe away those images and those words you spoke to him. I thought that maybe I could. Then I saw the last tape; the one from that day that I left. When I watched it, I knew at that instant that I could never forgive you and that I would probably never forget your actions. All of the love for you that I have isn't enough to wipe away the images that I see in my mind every time I see you or think of you." He rose and walked about the room. "If I don't think of you for awhile, I can have some peace. But when something happens or when I think to myself 'what would Grace say about that' or 'I can't wait to show this to Grace', the pain comes rushing back. I had to get rid of the picture of us I kept on my desk for the last 11 years because all I could see when I looked at it was you on your hands and knees while that bastard fucked you from behind. When you opened the door just a short while ago, what I saw was you fucking and sucking him. When you talk, I hear the words you used to urge him on, to fuck you harder. What I see now when I look at you is a lying, cheating bitch that ruined my life. That is what you gave me in return for 25 years of loving you." The anger was in the open now and it covered the hurt and pain. In spite of the words he used now that were designed to cut and wound me, I welcomed the change because I couldn't see his pain. "I am filing for divorce. The last 5 months have convinced me that I can't forgive or forget. You will be well taken care of. I will continue spousal support in the amount you are now receiving. You can keep the house and contents and I will continue to make the payments for the mortgage and utilities. If you wish to sell the house, I will give you a power of attorney. If you think any of this isn't fair, have your attorney contact mine to work out the details. I do not intend to punish you in any way. I will tell the children that you and I have just decided to go our separate ways. They know we are separated. I told them that. You can tell them what you wish. I will not reveal your infidelity." "I still love you and I wish I were a stronger man. I think maybe a better man could forgive. I can't, at least not now. I hope that you can forgive yourself since I believe that I may have been part of the reason you went elsewhere. If I had been more aware of your feelings and more a part of your life, you might not have been able to forget me so completely when it was time to make a decision that affected us as a couple. Even so, the love that I carry for you isn't enough." With this last, Perley turned to the door and left me for the last time. I didn't try to stop him because I had nothing to say that could change anything. I had lost him and that was all there was. It is interesting that he loves me and I love him and yet we are no longer together. Those who say love conquers all must not know what they are talking about. My love for him couldn't stop me from cheating on him and our marriage. His love for me couldn't give him the strength to forgive me. All of this pain and sorrow for a cheap roll in the hay. He is wrong about being at fault. He did nothing to justify what I did. I can't justify what I did. All I know is that I will not lie to my children or to myself any more. What I did was wrong and I now will pay the price. I hope he can go on with his life because he deserves to be happy. But for myself, there is only one man that I love and that will never change. He did say he couldn't forgive me now. Maybe later? If he can ever forgive me, I will be here, waiting for him. If not, I will still be here, living with what I have done. |
Aeriella was a young female elf. Her hair was light blond and long, reaching beyond her shoulder blade; she often tied some of it into fancy braids. As elves go she was tall, 180 centimetres to be exact, but unlike other females of her species she was really curvaceous. Her hips were round and full and her breasts big and firm, she was proud not only of her large D-cups, but also how stiffly they stood, not sagging at all. Her waist was incredibly slim, giving her an amazing hourglass figure, and her legs were as long as they could be, slender but strong. She kept her body toned, regularly exercising; she was fit, strong and flexible. She could easily do the splits and stay in that position for a long time. But there was nothing physical to her job, Aeriella worked as an apprentice to a sorceress - a dark elf named Laerinia. The elf had an exquisitely beautiful face, it combined the delicateness common to her race with a bit of unique sharpness to her features, one might say there was even something mildly predatory in her look. Aeriella's eyes were large, round and purely blue, her cheekbones were high and well emphasized, but they did not dominate the face, her nose was slender and proportionate, her lips full and round, larger than usual for an elf. What was usually hidden from the sight was Aeriella's uncommonly long tongue, she could easily touch her own chin or nose; that feature was useful in lovemaking. The blonde was not as powerful at wielding magic as her mistress, but she was capable and often worked for her own purposes. This was one of those times. Aeriella planned to summon a demon. Not just any demon, this one's name was Oanaelur, he served the god of lust Slaanesh and his seed was an extraordinarily powerful ingredient. That seed was what Aeriella wanted to acquire. She prepared everything - the circle of protection, the spell of summoning and... herself. To get the seed from Oanaelur she would have to have sex with him. While it was not that uncommon for sorceresses to sate their lust by copulating with demons, some level of preparation was necessary. Demons were well endowed, vicious and well known for their amazing stamina. Aeriella used a magical lubricant, one that could last for a whole day, to make sure she would not get any abrasions. She also cast a spell on herself to allow her sexual organs to stretch, so she could accommodate demon's huge member. Elf also used a special pheromone that would make her exceptionally attractive to the demon; the pheromone had a side effect which made the user sexually aroused. But that was fine, no-one said a sorceress could not get pleasure from her work. The apprentice prepared not only the magical side. She was going to spend a lot of time lying on her back being ravaged by a demon, so she made sure she had a comfortable position. It also had to make her easily available for Oanaelur. Elf set it up the way that would make it easy to collect all of demons seed afterwards. When all was prepared, Aeriella stipped naked in her chamber and began chanting the spell. Shortly a misty shape began to form; it was huge, easily over two meters tall and incredibly muscular. The demon quickly materialized in a solid form. When Aeriella finished her enchantment Oanaelur was standing in all his glory before her. Just like the elf he was naked. Its dark brown skin glistened in the chamber's dim light. He had a roughly chiseled face with a grim expression, but when he inhaled lust began to appear in his look. Sorceress wanted to maintain eye contact, but could not help not to shoot a quick glance at the demons crotch. His penis was still soft, but even now the elf could tell it was massive; and his testicles were even bigger, disproportionately big. Oanaelur had the size of a exceptionally big man, but his testicles were at least five times as big. When Aeriella looked back into demons face, it was pure lust. She quickly moved to her elevated bed, lied down and spread her long legs. That was all the invitation Oanaelur needed, in two swift strides he was at her bed, but to the elf's surprize he knelt down before her and put his head between her legs. She could hear his loud inhale as once more the demon basked in her enchanted scent. Oanaelur made a low growl, then stick out his tongue. His head was not too low yet, so Aeriella could see it and she was amazed by it; the tongue was long and snake-like. The demon seemed to be more agile with it, than a fiddler with his fingers. The elf was getting hot at the same thought what Oanaelur could do with it. She did not realize that such a hastily reaction of her body might have been the result of pheromones overdose. The demon did not let her wonder too long, right after he inhaled her scents, it stuck out its tongue and began licking the elfs tender parts. Aeriella issued a loud moan, the demon's tongue felt better than any other cunnilingus she had experienced. But Oanaelur was not sensitive and gentle, quite the opposite, he was rough and soon added fingers to play; the elf was soaking wet in no-time. She was moaning and gasping, and before she knew it she reached an orgasm. Aeriella made a loud scream, arched her back and clenched her vaginal muscles while demons fingers and tongue were still inside of her. Oanaelur kept the play until the elf's cries softened, then he drew out his fingers and stood up. Now Aeriella could see his penis in its full glory, it stood erect and must have been easily over a thirty centimetres long, it was as thick as elf's tiny fists. Aeriella had been fisted before and used her stretching spell, but still was a little afraid. Oanaelur did not let her fear long, almost immediately he shoved the head of his penis inside the elf. After he enjoyed her tightness for a short while, he pushed the rest of his enormous penis in. Aeriella made a very loud moan, but the demon did not give her time to catch her breath, he instead started to pound her hard and fast right away. With each thrust he withdrew almost his entire huge penis, leaving only the head and then shoved it back violently. The whole time he firmly held the elf by her hips. Grunts and cries escaped elf's mouth the whole time. It was not lovemaking, it was not even sex, she was being FUCKED. It was rough, violent and moderately painful, but at the same time it was insanely pleasurable. Right now she did not care how sore she was going to feel later. In, out, in, out. Demons scrotum hitting the elf each time. He was stretching her soooo gooood. In, out, in, out. Like a machine. Warm, pulsating, vicious machine. Aeriella did not know how much time have passed, while Oanaelur fucked her tirelessly, it was something between a moment and an eternity. In reality it was slightly over half an hour before she had another orgasm. She cried with her whole lungs and clenched her vaginal muscles once more, this orgasm was even stronger and lasted longer than the previous. Her insides tried to squeeze the monstrous and tremendously hard penis with all their might. But despite that the demon kept going with the same fury. Elfs orgasm ended, but Oanaelur was not done yet, he let out a loud roar and fucked her even more furiously. Aeriella felt like he was going to tear her apart despite her protective magic. But she endured, both pain and pleasure were still there. It took two more hours of savage fucking and several elven orgasms before the demon finally ejaculated. It was during Aeriella's own climax, when her vagina was clenching the penis with all the might it had left. The gigantic penis stiffened, Oanaelur gave a roar even louder than previous ones and the elf felt her womb being filled with warm seed. Huge testicles kept pumping the fluid endlessly, her abdomen began to swell, but her magic prepared her for that as well. The demon kept his whole penis inside the entire time, holding elfs hips in steel embrace. When he eventually finished Aeriella looked as if she was pregnant, her body bulging from the seed that filled her. Oanaelur withdrew his penis with a loud smack, his semen began to ooze out of elf's body. The demon smiled... Aeriella finally caught her breath and returned to senses, something was wrong. Not only that smile... but... why the demon was not returning to his plane of existence? He should be gone right after his climax! Yet, he was still here. Elven apprentice began to fear for real. Oanaelur did not behave like he was going anywhere. His penis was slowly becoming soft again, but he did not lose his interest in elf's body. He moved his huge palms all over Aeriella's skin, touching and groping her. He was not gentle, but did not cause her pain either, maybe this was demons way of caressing. Oanaelur was mostly interested in elf's breasts, groping them like toys, he also played with her nipples, pinching and pulling them. It was a bit painful, but Aeriella enjoyed it nevertheless; even his sucking and biting her nipples was not all that bad. Sorceress never stopped being aroused and at this point it was not the fault of overdosing the aphrodisiac, she was truly enjoying this rough lovemaking with the demon. Oanaelur also paid a lot of attention to her long legs, groping and licking her thighs and even sucking on her toes, but what brought the elf the biggest pleasure was when he again used his tongue on her clitoris. In no-time Aeriella was having another orgasm which pushed some of the demons semen out of her insides. When Oanaelur stood up again, elf could not help but notice that his penis was again erect. So there was going to be a second round; the sorceress hoped, she could endure it. Demon stuck two of his fingers deep inside her vagina and fingered her for a while; it would be an understatement to call it a foreplay, because his two fingers were thicker than even a big penis of a man. Oanaelur spread his digits wide and some more of his seed oozed out. When he withdrew his fingers they were both soaking wet from the pair's mixed fluids. Aeriella gasped at what he did next, he used his soaked fingers to lubricate her other hole. Elf immediately knew what was coming and she was not prepared for that. Yes, her protective spell would save her from abrasions in her rectum as well, but she did not cast the stretching spell there. \- No. Don't - she protested. Her voice was weak, but she was sure Oanaelur heard her, his wicked smile confirmed that. There was no need to lubricate demons penis, it could not get any wetter. Demon was quickly satisfied with his job, he withdrew his fingers and almost immediately shoved his penis as replacement. He did it as decisively as previously with elf's vagina; Aeriella cried out loudly, Oanaelur enjoyed that sound for a short while, then started moving his hips back and forth. He did not give the elf any time to adapt, he was not gradually picking up his tempo, he simply started to fuck her hard and fast. Demon was merciless with Aeriella's hole and clearly satisfied with his own ruthlessness. Oanaelur despite his furious tempo made sure to withdraw his penis almost entirely with each thrust and to shove it back hard and deep so that his crotch would hit elf's buttocks. Her legs had to be spread wide to allow demons bulk to fit between them. Aeriella kept grunting in rhythm with Oanaelur's thrusts, there was nothing she could do to stop the onslaught, so she tried to enjoy it. She liked anal sex, not as much as vaginal, but she could find pleasure in it; she even could orgasm from it more often than not. This time was different because of demon's size and violence, it was reasonably painful and mildly pleasing at the same time. Ah! Ah! Ah! The pounding continued endlessly. Minutes turned into quarters, quarters into an hour, but Aeriella lost the count of time long ago. There was just the demon stretching her without mercy nor any signs of fatigue. Two hours later she was close to losing her senses when an orgasm hit her. Hit was the right word, because it was more powerful and violent than any of the previous ones Oanaelur gave her. She cried loudly, both her vaginal and rectal muscles clenching tightly, she arched her back and tightened the muscles of her thighs, her legs now spread in full splits. The pressure she created on demons penis was too much for him, Oanaelur erupted for the second time that evening. His penis was completely buried in elf's rectum when he started ejaculating, his orgasm was as long as the previous one and he must have shot the same volume of semen. Aeriella could feel her insides stretching even more, as they were filled with demons seed. When their orgasms eventually ended Oanaelur penis was still inside her, not getting soft yet. Demon seemed to enjoy stretching elf's insides and causing her discomfort, then his form began to turn bleary. Oanaelur was finally returning to his own plane. Within few seconds Aeriella was alone in her chamber, she was utterly exhausted. Her whole body was sore, her muscles ached, an endless streak of semen was oozing from her stretched rectum and there was nothing she could do about it, she could not clench her rectal muscles and most likely was not going to be able to do it until tomorrow. She also could not move, even lifting her little finger was too big of a challenge. But that did not worry her that much, she got what she had wanted - a large supply of extremely valuable demon's seed. She will be able to cast many powerful spells with it; the elf would be lying to herself, if she claimed that it had not pleasurable. Rough and painful - true, but still insanely enjoyable. Sorceress was not able to get off the bed for over an hour, she had a lot of time to think about the evening that had just passed. Not only the wild sex, but the magical side of things most of all. Why did the demon not disappear after his first orgasm? He still had semen in his testicles, that was true, but it should not matter. It was the ejaculation that was supposed to trigger his recall. Did she made a mistake in her spell? Aeriella recalled all her words and gestures, perfect memory was something that a sorceress had to possess. All seemed proper... so maybe it was something else... an intrusion perhaps? No. A word. She made a mistake! A big one. HUGE MISTAKE! \- NOOOOO!! - the elf cried in the empty chamber. Aeriella summoned the wrong demon, it was not Oanaelur that fucked her mercilessly for several hours. She chanted his name incorrectly and summoned a demon named Oanaelour, this one was better endowed, had a stronger sex drive and a lot higher stamina, but his semen was useless as an ingredient. Aeriella got fucked for free. All she was left with were the memories of pleasure and body-wrecking orgasms. _No heavy duty sex or incest here, so please skip it if the tame letters are not your style. Thanks!_ These are all stories written as letters from a wife Catherine to her husband Michael. He asks her to write any memories she has that are sexual in any way. She is in her mid forties and in excellent shape from lifting weights, running and biking. She is very beautiful. He is about nine years older and in very good shape for his age, also from weigh training, and looks not much older than she. She grew up in the country, he in the city. She had one boyfriend before meeting him. This story is about her one boy friend, Roger and his cousin Steff. I call this one....... CAMPING WITH STEFF Hi Honey, Here is another thing I remembered. I was reluctant to tell you this one, but you keep telling me you really want to know it all so I'm writing this. You know I was only with one other guy before I met you. That was my high school and college boyfriend Roger. This happened when I was dating him. Back when I was dating Roger, we would always have his horny, nerdy cousin Stephan along with us. He had just moved over here from Germany and those guys are always oversexed if you ask me. I didn't mind him with us once in a while, but he was always tagging along or at our apartment. He was just so crazy about me and always trying to talk sexual to me and I got tired of him. Once he walked into the bathroom when I was standing naked in front of the mirror and brushing my hair after my shower. I was very pissed off and had to shove him out the door as he just stood and ogled me. When I told Roger, he just laughed. Stupid Steff would always bring up what a hot body I had. I was so sick of that pervert I decided I would do anything to get Roger to leave him out of our plans. One weekend we were going camping. I was so looking forward to it until I found out Steff was coming along too. Roger felt obligated because they were cousins and Steff didn't know anyone else here in the states. I decided that I would just try to embarrass my boyfriend Roger so he would never want Steff around us again. What I planned was way out of character for me, but I had to do something drastic. We all slept in one tent, with me in the middle. At bedtime the boys both waited outside while I went in to the tent first to get ready and have a bit of privacy. Then they would come in when I called them to. I undressed and got inside the big double sleeping bag we all had to share 'because Steff 'forgot' his. Yeah right!?! Anyway they both stripped to their underwear and got in too. They soon discovered that I was naked. Roger was shocked when he realized that! He said, "Catherine!! What are you doing?!" I said, "Well I thought we were all such close buddies and do everything together." I rolled the top of the bag down to my waist because it was hot. I was lying on my back so my boobs were straight up. And believe me, when I was just 21 they were so firm that even when I was lying on my back, they literally pointed straight up. I could not even believe I was doing this. Steff was staring like mad and loving it and Roger was staring at me and hating it. But I wanted to make my point about us needing our privacy and time alone. I reached under the covers and grabbed each of their penises through their undies. At the time I thought they were big (till I met you anyway). So I just squeezed and pulled on their penises and I squeezed their balls too. I'm not sure what came over me to do that, but I just wanted to be shocking. I will admit I was getting a bit turned on being naked and touching these men like that. So I stopped as quickly as I had started that. I suddenly announced, "I've got to pee." I crawled out of the sleeping bag on my hands and knees. They could not only see my fabulous tits and nipples hanging down and swaying, but they both saw my fine bubble butt with my perfect sweet little shaved pussy poking out right in their faces as I crawled out of the tent door. I hoped that would embarrass Roger enough to leave Steff at home from now on. It was dark outside and scary so I only went a few steps from the tent and I was easily visible by what was left of the camp fire. They both stuck their heads out of the tent flap to watch me. I stood there totally naked and facing the tent with my feet stepped apart. I spread my pussy lips apart with one hand getting them out of my way and I simply peed! I did it all quite nicely too, if I do say so myself. No splattering or spraying. Having never tried it before I was not sure what to expect, but it went great!!! The boys were so turned on I said to Steff, "Steff, you'd better jack off in your tee shirt or something cause there is no way you are touching me or having any sex with me." So he did that as I crawled back in. I figured I'd better quickly make things up to Roger since he was being such a good sport so far. I kept crawling in the tent and right up to Roger and I just straddled him and I sat on his face and told him, "You know what to do Mister." I didn't have to tell him twice. I rode his face with my tits bouncing all over as he held me by my hips. I didn't allow intercourse at that time, just oral sex. After two orgasms I went to sleep. Ninety percent of my attention was to Roger who had his hand on my pussy with one finger inside of me. The other ten per cent was my bubble butt being pressed up against by Steff. I didn't tell Roger, but most of the time Steff's lucky penis was lodged between my perfect little butt cheeks. Although I don't really like Steff, I guess it wasn't his fault he wanted to be with us. Plus I know that what I did got him all horned up so I just put up with him next to me. My plan didn't really work out like I was hoping it would. It turned out not to embarrass Roger. As a matter of fact he liked it and kept asking me to let Steff see me naked even more. Oh well, as they say the best laid plans of mice and exhibitionist girl friends oft go astray. After that I didn't really care if Steff saw me or not. I always liked to walk around our apartment naked or in just a tee shirt with no panties. So over the next 8 to 10 months Steff got to see my sweet little pussy a LOT! I just let him see me naked too if I felt like walking around. I figured I wasn't going to change what I like because of him. Plus it got my boyfriend and him all jazzed up and I then got anything I wanted from the two boys. I simply made a rule that if Steff perved at me I would never let him see me again. This turned him into a near gentleman. And believe it or not, as weird as this sounds, I'd rather let him SEE me nude than to have to continually hear him perving about HOPING to see me nude. And I will admit that it is exciting to be so totally adored by two men all the time. It makes a girl feel very powerful. The slightest bend over or move or shaking of my boobs and they're practically drooling. I also made a rule they had to strip any time I told them too and let me do whatever I wanted to. I'm telling you a guy will make any deal to see a beautiful woman nude. A couple of times I made them strip in front of my girl friends. We'd grab their penises and pull on them and play with them and play with their balls too. And we'd make them bend over and we'd spank them. All that would get them big erections and they'd be so horny. Then we'd watch while they got themselves off. It was very funny to watch. We'd show them or tits to get them to do it, but it was still fun to watch. That's it. Please don't be mad. I'm just being honest and telling you all you wanted me to. Love, Your wife, Catherine. |
Nancy Everett woke up from a deep sleep, wondering if she was having one of those messed-up dreams she often gets last night. Then she wakes up a little more and takes a good look around. Nope, definitely not her apartment. She looks down to see what she was sleeping in, and it is definitely not her comfy flannel pajamas. She never sleeps nude, and would never wear a collar and her scars were gone, so she decided that she must not have been dreaming, and that fate had one hell of a sick sense of humor. She must as well, as she finds the irony of her situation to be the only thing funny about it. She is a clinical psychologist, who often helps victims of domestic and sexual crimes as she trained as an advocate when she learned of the high level of such crimes in her area. The irony, she was helping a victim of rape and human trafficking as a pro-bono at the local women's crisis service. She had a deep passion for helping others, and as she had been a victim of domestic violence and sexual assault herself, wished to give back to her community by helping others who had suffered similarly. "Irony slaps me in the face big time. I had just been telling my last client that slavers would never take her again, when later that evening, they get me instead. Only, I don't think we are on Earth. Great way to introduce other life forms, up close and way too personal for my taste." She thinks for a few moments, trying her best to process everything while she is still alone and before she is set on the auction block. All the other beings around her are so diverse, some are in tanks of what looks like water, some are more like a hybrid of humans and the big cats from Earth. Most look humanoid, but there are a few that looked like jelly with sense organs, or other things she can't fathom. Her collar looks like solid metal, but as she scratches at it, she realizes that it was padded with fur or a fabric she had never felt before. She was in a cage surrounded by mostly the cat hybrids, and doesn't see any other Earthlings. "Earthlings, this is the first and last time I will probably ever use that word. I wish there was someone I could talk to about what is expected of me. I hate not knowing what to do." All she could do was look around and wait. She didn't have to wait long before she was being taken out of her cage and put in restraints. She only struggled long enough to make sure that her feet and legs had stopped tingling, then she got up and followed the slaver to her fate. @@@ She was waiting in a long line of slaves to be put in the auction. She saw a few humans now, coming off the stage, and they were fighting as if they were going to their deaths "And in a way they are," she thought idly. "They are being man-handled quite viciously. I wonder if these slavers have a sense of honor. Maybe I can bargain information for my cooperation. Fighting isn't getting them anywhere, and from the stories I remember from sessions, it won't do any good. I have to try. They seem to have a wide variety of species, maybe they will understand me if I ask." While she waited in line to be put up, she took her chance to ask a question. "I only want to ask one question then I will not struggle till I am bought." The being, a massive reptilian hybrid that looked like he would bench 400 lbs, looked at her like it understood, and nodded at her. "One question for 2 hours of peace is a small price to pay, ask your question." "What type of slave am I being auctioned as?" "A sex slave, that is all you are capable of being because of your gender and because you are human. Be warned though, you have as good a chance of being bought by a master that beats you as one that only wants you for your body." "Thank you for the warning; it may be the last bit of kindness I ever see, so you have my gratitude." "You're welcome, now be quiet and keep your promise and don't make me regret this." . She realized right then, that she had to say good bye to parts of her personality that would be deemed disrespectful. If she wanted to live, and avoid getting beatings she earned, she had to remember how Max had trained her to behave. That would help her survive longer. She hoped that her new master/s were not the bastard/s that Max was though, because she knew she could never live through that again. When it was her turn to be put up on the auction block, she said one last good bye to freedom, and stepped into the world of slavery. @@@ She was then put up in a vacuum tube, for lack of a better term, that kept her floating in mid-air and spun her around the large stage so that everyone in the large building could get a good look. Her restraints were linked to four brackets that kept her well spread and allowed the manipulation of her arms and legs into various posses. And the auction did take 2 hours at least, and she was thankful that she had humanoid prospective buyers. All the while she thought of the various questions she would ask when she was sold and found out which of the various species bought her. She soon had her answer, and was more than a little relieved that it was a small pride of those cat hybrids. From the looks of it, her owners were a tiger, a leopard, a panther, a jaguar, a cheetah and a lion hybrid. This was to prove interesting. "Masters, I wish to thank you for buying me and wish to know what my duties are." Of course they didn't understand her, but her kneeling in submission seemed to get the message through. They asked the assistant to translate, from what she could tell. They all looked at her with various expressions of amazement, distrust, satisfaction, and curiosity. "They will tell you what you need to do once all the necessities have been handled. You will be tattooed with their mark, you will have a translation device put in, and you will be prepared for them to use you any way they please. I will answer three questions for your cooperation in these." "I will do so if you will also inform my masters of a few things. I never got a chance to inform you of some health conditions I have." "I agree to tell your masters what you think they need to know and answer three questions. The only reason I am doing so is because I heard of the deal you made with Malic, and that you honored it. Your cooperation will make things easier, so talking to you seems to be a fair trade." "Let's get started then." @@@ As she was getting her owners marks on her upper arms ad across her back, which were the various cats' paws of her masters and what looked like a form of hieroglyphs, Arabic, Cyrillic, and Norse runes combined to make a writing system; she told the assistant about her contacts and about her birth control device called an IUD. The assistant was glad that she told her, but said that those had been found in the physical exam, and had been taken care of. She was also aware of the human female reproductive cycle, and would inform her masters of what was needed to take care of it. She then said to tell her masters if they were lacking any additional information. "Now the last thing I need to tell you about is something that is not as easy to find or fix. On Earth, people are capable of having more than physical problems. They have mental problems that can make them not able to function. I have three of these types of problems, and if things are not handled right, they can be made worse." "We know of these types of problems, so thank you for alerting us of them, which ones do you have?" "Post-traumatic stress disorder, panic attacks, and major depression. I was in an abusive relationship, and was tortured in that relationship for almost 10 years. I was sexually assaulted and it was my breaking point a few years ago, the last day I was in that relationship and I ended up having a fear of males and sex. I can handle being around males for the most part, except if they are being aggressive toward me or sexually aroused around me. I don't want to get myself in trouble for having a panic attack like I was throughout the auction." "Definitely a good thing you told us, but Malic suspected that you were having problems. He said you were too calm, and that you reeked of fear and panic when he answered your question. I can't guarantee your masters will listen to me when I tell them of this, but take it as a good sign if they ask you about it." "Thank you, now my first question is what is the proper behavior for addressing my masters?" "You are never to look them in the eye unless they tell you, you are to address them as Master, and you are to bow to them and show the back of your neck. This can be done when standing, sitting or kneeling, but you must always show them your neck. We are going to put in the translator, you can get used to your new language by asking me the other two afterward." @@@ When she woke up for the second time that day, she was a little woozy, but felt better as she came to the realization that Nancy Everett had died, and she had yet to be renamed, but she knew from her experience as a battered woman and from her resulting rape, that once she had a new identity, things would get much easier for her to handle. The assistant walked into the room and lead her to a room that was a combination of a public bath and a spa. She also spied some things that freaked her out a little, though when the assistant told her she was going to be prepared, she figured that these would be part of it. Anal plugs, cleaning supplies, and what looked like hair-removal lasers. "Ask your second and third questions while we prepare you. Make sure to tell us if you feel any tearing as we apply the plugs. You shouldn't, but you looked to have had trauma occur in that area, so we are going to be extra careful." "Thank you, I did when I was assaulted. My next question is: what do you know of the culture and attitudes towards slaves of my masters?" "I see that you are smart as well as adaptive. They did choose wisely. The planet they are from is called Felicanid, one half of the planet has one species, and the other has another. If I was to guess, I would say that your masters are of the guardian class that protects the den-site from warriors of the other species or warriors from other den-sites. If they are a guardian pride, one of them is a healer, and he will be the one who will take care of your needs. The harzan, or strong one of the group, will be the one who delivers punishments and is the one the others look to for making the final call on everything, though none of them are a true leader except their tsarzan, or planetary strong one. Be warned, your masters have two abilities that you always need to remember, predatory senses and telepathy. They will teach you to how to handle the later, but do your best to conquer your fears quickly. They will want from you only two major things, from what I can tell in what others of their kind have looked for and what they said they wanted in their purchase, submission and intelligence. They like to have a slave that knows its place, but is able to talk to them. Their culture prefers to keep slaves as healthy and happy as possible as a sign of status, so only if you are being punished will you be harmed." At this point, all of her hair that she normally shaved, as well as all of her pubic hair, had been permanently removed, she had been washed, given a full body scrub, had her anal passage thoroughly cleansed, had her skin oiled, and they were getting ready to start putting in the anal plug. "My last question is am I able to carry their young?" "Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth, and bear down while we insert the plug. I don't know for certain if you could carry their young, I have heard rumors that they have the technology to make it so that you can eventually, but you can't right now. I have also heard that they have been having fewer and fewer female young survive, and so are buying slaves to make them able to carry young and help boost female numbers that way. But I would wait a very long time to ask your masters about it because their species as a whole seems to be sensitive about the topic." "Thank you for answering my questions, I had hoped that by cooperating that this whole process would be easier on everyone. How much longer till I go home with my masters?" "They are coming to get you now, and it will take 3 day cycles to reach your new home from here." @@@ Just then her new masters arrived with a gold and copper colored collar and matching anklets and bracelets that looked like they had little bells on them, but were actually gemstones that looked like rubies, emeralds, sapphires, opals, topaz, and garnets, that hung down slightly. Only the collar had a single copper bell that reminded her strongly of a cat's collar with a bell. "Only now I'm the cat and they are the humans who care for me," she thought to herself. She immediately bowed her head and upper body, showing the back of her neck. The lion put the collar on, the jaguar put on the bracelets and the tiger put on the anklets. The cheetah and leopard stood back and watch her reactions throughout this process. Once the jewelry had been placed, the lion, jaguar, and tiger all joined the cheetah and leopard. The panther came up to holding what looked like a leash that matched the collar. "Alza, you are being a good ama, so you can walk yourself to the ship, but you rebel in any way, we will leash you. I am Lezar, and I am your harzan, or main master. You will obey my orders first, and I will be the one to decide your punishment. On the trip back to our home, we will give you some lenience as we teach you the rules. Once home, even if you do not know the rule you broke, you will be punished to enforce your obedience. That is part of our culture, so I am sorry now for any damage that occurs because of this. Take these three days to learn as much as you can about us, your new home, and the rules. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "You will call me Master Lezar, and you will look up at us now while I introduce you to the rest of my brothers." "Yes Master Lezar." "Your carzan, or main care-taker, Gobin." The cheetah stepped forward, and she bowed her head. "Your darzan, or main watcher, Helius." The leopard stepped forward. "Your ezan, or second care-taker, Ilan." The tiger stepped forward. "Your farzan, or second watcher, Jahar." The jaguar stepped forward. "Your garzan, or second master, Kalba." The lion stepped forward. "Now, you know who is which rank, who do you go to if you have a need?" "My carzan, Master Gobin, Master Lezar." "And if he is busy?" "My ezan, Master Ilan, Master Lezar." "If both of them are busy, you ask Kalba, then me. In that order. Your watchers are only to watch out for and eliminate danger, so only when you are in extreme peril, do you ask them. Care-takers are the ones who take care of the needs of the group. The watchers are the combination of scouts and assassins on your home planet, and they take night watch when needed, and they protect the group from surprise attacks. The masters are warriors, but they must be capable of the duties of a care-taker or watcher. Kalba is the warrior arm, and is better at being a caretaker, while also being unable to defeat me in hand-to-hand combat and stealth. We all won our ranks through combat and natural skill. Remember that." "Yes Master Lezar." "Then walk with your head up straight, looking straight in front of you at all times. If you need to look down, do not lower your head. That bell must not ring when you walk in public, so you will get plenty of practice on the journey home. Follow us now." "Yes Master Lezar." @@@ The walk was almost perfect, Alza's bell ringing only when she was about to trip and looked down in reflex. Her masters were impressed, and continued giving her lessons and building upon her knowledge. "I will teach you about behavior in public and about the public. I have heard that your alphabet is the same as ours, it just looks different, and so I will answer your question before you ask it. Yes, the letters in names and titles are a sign of rank, with A being used for slaves, and B for servants and criminals. C is used for the lowest titles and rank, but not for names. You will follow orders according to which letter has the highest rank, if you are ever given multiple orders, and you never obey anyone with a lower title than ours. If you do not know the title of someone giving you orders, you look at one of us and we will nudge you if they are to be obeyed. So, if I tell you to stand and look me in the eye, and Kalba tells you to sit down and look at the floor, which would you do?" "I would stand and look you in the eye till you told me to follow Master Kalba's order, Master Lezar." "Very good Alza. The highest letter used by a living being is T, and it is the name, title, and rank letter of our royalty. We are a combination of a merchant class and a warrior class on your home world, which has titles L-P. We are currently a Malzan pride. We have the possibility of getting a Palzan title, but the ranks I gave you for each of us is the rank within our familial pride, so they will not change. So, if you know that someone has a Nalzan title, and they give you an order, what do you do?" "I obey, Master Lezar." "The only time you do not obey is if it is in conflict with an order from one of us. If so, you look at one of us and we will nudge you." "Yes Master Lezar." They had walked on board the ship, which Kalba was flying, and had left the auction house and the planet it was on behind. It was then that Gobin took over the role of tutor. "I am to teach you about your duties to us, our duties to you, and to make sure we understand how to care for your needs. Halma told us that you wanted to make sure we understood a few things that could impact your well-being, but were wounds that would that time and patience to heal. We do not fully understand what she was telling us. Please tell us about what she called your'mental wounds'." "I was in a relationship with a man, on Earth we often have relationships before we permanently bind ourselves to one person for life, and he would come home and beat me if everything was not perfect when he arrived. He continued this, and would beat me so much I bled if I didn't have sex with him. He also did other horrible things, most of which I had forced myself to forget. This includes what happened the night I left him, all I can remember is that he had had a bad day at work, and was more upset then usual at any mistakes I made. To make it up to him, he wanted to have sex with me. I for some reason said no, but I don't remember why, and he proceeded to beat me and rape me for hours. The last thing I remember is blood, lots of blood, and a whole body pain as well as feeling raw and bruised from his use of all my holes. When he passed out drunk, I cleaned-up as best I could, called the nearest shelter, and left him for good. All this caused me to have nightmares, I tried to kill myself repeatedly, I could not be in the same room as a male, and I curl up into a ball, shake uncontrollably, and become unresponsive if a male is aggressive toward me or is sexually aroused." Her masters all stared at her with shock, anger, pity, and compassion. Gobin walked up to her and cradled her in his arms as he saw that she was shaking, crying, and had an air of not being here, but trapped within a darkness he couldn't fathom. The others, except Kalba who was flying, gathered around their brother and new slave in a cocoon of comfort. They knew Gobin would need their strength to bolster him when he was flooded with her emotions. She clung to him like he was the anchor to her soul. He whispered her name, and got no response, he shook her lightly, and she pulled her head back to look him in the face, not meeting his eye. He put his paw under her chin, careful not to scratch her with his nails so he could look into her eyes. As a healer and an empath, he knew that when he looked into her eyes he would see the pain and terror that still haunted the depths of her soul. He was glad his brothers were surrounding him, because from the moment their eyes met, he was drawn into the dark swirls of her memory-provoked emotions and nearly drowned from their intensity. Gobin spoke to his brothers through their mental bond: "Brothers, she is right, we must be careful with her, especially around other empaths, because she gives off powerful emotions naturally. Lezar, I will need Kalba's strength as an anchor if I am to dispel these emotions. Ilan, we need the cushions and furs, I fear we may be here awhile, Helius, I need you to see what she sees. We need to find what horrors are still haunting her. Let us hope she responds to my purrs, or we may have to wait till we find Ara back home." The brothers knew that while Lezar had the highest rank, Gobin was their healer, and a healer knew best for wounds of all types. They did as he asked, and hoped Alza would respond to Gobin's purrs. |
Keisha Jackson rearranged the few brightly wrapped presents in the trunk of her old SUV to make way for her daughter's wheelchair. How could something so small be so bulky and heavy? "How was choir practice tonight, my sweet angel?" she asked as she worked to get it in around the presents that she had picked from the charity while Breanne was at church. Ironically, the one associated with the U S Marine Corps. Breanne's father had been a Marine, but since they never married, since he never knew that the friend and girl next door that had given him her virginity before he shipped out on what became his final tour, was carrying his baby; their daughter was not entitled to any benefits. She half listened as Breanne rattled off about who had done what and how wonderful it had been. She tried very hard to focus, but was more soothed just by the sound of her child's voice after a long hard day than she was the specifics of what she said. Keisha worked part-time as a secretary, not even an administrative assistant, just a plain old secretary, in a doctor's office. The good part was that her hours allowed her to be there full-time for her child, which was important since Bree had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy when she was eighteen months. Of course, they received some help for her daughter's disability every month. But from the moment she found out she was having a baby, well into her pregnancy, Keisha had been determined not to become a stereotype of the black teenage mother. Even when her father, the pastor of the local Pentecostal church had kicked her out, she had refused to go on welfare. Though she had been forced to accept charity from friends and other relatives back then, she had worked to repay them all over the past ten years. Not that Keisha minded any of that. A mother did what she had to do. She inhaled and plastered on the smile she saved for those really rough days as she slammed the door closed and walked around to the driver's side. Looking over at the young beauty, whose smile reminded her of the only man she had ever loved, she asked the question that had plagued her all day, the one she could no longer put off, "So what do you want for Christmas this year, baby?" Though she knew that whatever she could afford would not be as nice as the toys that had been donated, the off-brand tablet or even the new coat that was such a blessing this time of year, Keisha made it a priority to buy her daughter something just from her each year. No matter what her bank balance said. Her angel smiled and shook her head, "You don't have to Mommy. Just being together is the most important thing of all." She fought back tears at the child's wisdom. At moments like this she sometimes wondered if her daughter's condition was not a mixed blessing. When other little girls her age were demanding grown up clothes, make-up and worried about their hair, her daughter had been through so much pain, so many tests and hospitalizations that she just seemed...like an old soul, she supposed. But that only made her more determined to give her whatever she could, however she could. "No, angel, Mommy wants to give you something special this year." She forced the words out, "Whatever you want," and steeled herself for the answer. "Do you mean that, Mommy?" and Keisha's heart beat faster. She supposed she could beg work for an advance though that would only make things tighter in the New Year. But, yes, she meant it. "Of course, baby," she nodded as she brushed her fingers across her daughter's cheek. "I want a Marine then, Mommy. One like Daddy was," she said with all the innocence of a child as her mother's heart stuttered to a complete standstill. Did her child know what she was saying? Did she? "A Marine? I don't understand, Bree. Santa doesn't bring people for Christmas." She inhaled deeply and fought back the pain that always came when she spoke of Bryan to their child. "And you know, no matter what that silly Christmas movie says, he doesn't bring little girls new Daddies either." Her daughter shook her head and her thick braids with the Christmas ribbons bobbed on the ends. "No, Mommy, I know that. I'm not a little girl anymore, silly." Her daughter reached across the console between their seats and took her hand as she explained, "I saw this bill board the other day, Mommy. Do you know that every day twenty-two soldiers like Daddy kill themselves? That there are over sixty thousand homeless Veterans?" Keisha's throat tightened even more as she fought back tears. Would this special angel never stop amazing her? "No, baby, I didn't know any of that." Sometimes she got so caught up in her daily struggles, she forgot to realize how lucky they were. Even just their tiny one-bedroom apartment and food on the table were more than many people had this time of year. "So you want to make a donation to a charity in your father's name? Or did you want to take blankets and stuff to a shelter?" She stopped shy of suggesting they spend Christmas Eve working in one of the dozens of soup kitchens that were scattered around Atlanta. The logistics of Breanne's wheelchair would just be more trouble than help in that situation. Her daughter shook her head and those ribbons danced again, "No, Mommy, anyone can do that. I want to bring one home. A homeless Veteran, another Marine like Daddy, if we can find one." Keisha's mind exploded, but her daughter continued merrily along, "He could take a hot shower. We could throw his clothes in the washer and dryer, maybe even buy him some new-old ones from the second hand store where we get ours. Then he can have Christmas dinner with us. And if he will, maybe he could even come to church with us and hear me sing the special song I am doing for Daddy." "That's what I want for Christmas, Mommy. What I really want," her little girl glowed from within with the innocence of youth and the best intentions in the world. Keisha inhaled deeply as she turned and gripped the steering wheel. It sounded so simple when the child said it like that. It would be far cheaper than what she had thought to pay for a present. The extra money could be carried over into the New Year, the tiniest bit of a cushion, something they rarely had. But still, she knew that what the child asked was anything but that simple. Bringing a stranger, a homeless man, into their home. The what-ifs and nightmare scenarios that only a mother could dream up assailed her fertile imagination. Despite those statistics that she had no doubt were accurate, Breanne had a special talent when it came to remembering such things, the truth was that the homeless issue was not that simple, not cut and dried. There were so many other factors, especially when it came to Veterans. What about PTSD? If a Vet was living on the street, he was almost certain to have such problems. Was it even safe to consider such a thing? She closed her eyes. She had quit praying to any god the day that her father kicked her out of the house at seven months pregnant, calling her a whore and a Jezebel. Telling her that her baby, the only thing that she had left of the man that had been her friend, like the big brother she had never had and her soul mate, was a sin and an abomination. His words had turned her love for the god he supposedly served into a bitter cold hatred. And though she allowed her daughter to attend church with their neighbour, even going so far as to chauffer her to and from the choir practice she loved, Keisha never went in with her unless like on Christmas Eve, her daughter was performing. No, when she closed her eyes, it was not a god to whom she prayed and sought counsel. It was him. Bryan. Sometimes if she tried real hard, she could almost hear his voice. Sometimes it was the high and sweet Southern twang of that ten year old little boy that had run off the bullies on the playground when she was just a first grader. Other times it was the deep and soothing caress of the lover that had held her just that one night. But either way, it always brought her the comfort and wisdom she sought. And this time was no different... "What can it really hurt, Key-key?" She opened her eyes and looked up as she always did. This time the North star blazed in the sky as if in confirmation of those words. Hell, if she was not still so angry at her father's god, she might have even compared it to that star which led the wise men to the babe all those thousands of years ago...if you believed such drivel. She turned back to their daughter and gently tugged the braid that was closest to her. She could see the pleading in those deep brown eyes. Breanne's eyes too were so much like his. Keisha had never felt safer than when Bryan looked at her with those eyes. And though it was very different, her little girl gave her that same sense of belonging, rightness, just being. No, there was no way she could deny such a selfless request. "Okay, Bree, we will try. It may not be as easy as you think, but we can give it a go." She smiled, as his words sprang from her lips, "What can it really hurt?" **** Travis Baker shook his head and questioned himself once more. 'What the hell was he doing out here?' Panhandling. Begging. It was something that he generally avoided. It was degrading. Humiliating. The cardboard sign with the American flag drawn on it that he had tucked beneath his arm was not even his own. One of the old timers, G.I. Joe, as everyone had nicknamed the black man in his sixties who had done three tours of duty in Vietnam, had pleaded with him to do it...just this once. It was Christmas Eve and all kinds of 'good people' were just looking for someone to help. Especially a Vet with an American flag sign. It had taken Joe all morning to convince him. What the old man did not know was that Trav had no intention of accepting charity from those 'good people.' He might be screwed in the head but he was not that pathetic. Not yet. And he never would be. He would take another option before it came to that. No, he had survived for three years on the streets by foraging and living off the land. He would not have lowered himself to this, except for Joe. The man needed a new sleeping bag. Trav had even seen the one he wanted to get the old guy at a second hand store for only ten dollars. Ten dollars? His throat got tight at the thought. What was ten fucking dollars? He used to throw that away on lunch at Milly's Diner. A twelve pack cost about that unless it was on sale. Ten dollars would have barely moved the needle on the gas tank of his truck. But now...it might as well have been a million dollars. Not that he minded usually. Unlike most of the guys out here, he had steadfastly avoided self-medicating his pain with alcohol and drugs. Everything else he could usually garner from trash cans. It was shocking all the stuff that people threw away. Shocking and shameful. He could easily feed himself and usually a couple others from the dumpsters outside a fancy restaurant he knew. They ate for free what cost other people close to a hundred dollars. He sighed...why would anyone spend that kind of money on a meal? The shit was not even that good. Trav usually only went there if he could not garner a cold pizza or two from the take-out place a couple of blocks away. Clothes and blankets of course were a bit harder to come by in central Atlanta. But once a week or so he made a habit to take a stroll out to one of the suburbs before the recycling truck did its rounds. The coat he wore now had been one of his recent finds. The leather had been torn underneath the arm, but that was no big deal. He had borrowed a needle and thread from another guy and within ten minutes it was serviceable. Not that his sewing would win any quilting contests but it got the job done. Out here he was as glad for skills like that which he had learned in scouts and from his Mama, as he was for the hunting and recon ones his Daddy and the Marines had taught him. Things were tough on the streets, but he supposed no tougher than life anywhere else. He might have to put in a few hours every night scourging for food and whatever else he or his couple of buddies needed, but that was a far sight more honest work than all those suits he passed on his way back to their encampment in the concrete jungle beneath the overpass. Of course, being hassled by the police was no pleasure. But when that happened they just packed up their few possessions and headed out. With so many miles of freeway it was easy to find a new place to squat and set up his tent. He would have actually preferred more of a Rambo existence deep in the woods and he did sometimes go that route when the noise, smell and crowds of the city got too much...like now. This time, he just could not. He felt responsible for Joe and his other friend Steve, a former Ranger, who like him had seen way too much shit over there to just go back to the life they had led before. Especially after what happened to Darren. Breathe. Travis had to actually force himself to pull air into his lungs just when he thought about the man. It was still too painful. Another friend lost. Another of his fucking failures. There were so many. Too many. If he kept thinking like this, he would let Old Joe down too. He would turn back and lose his one chance to get that sleeping bag for his friend for Christmas. He figured that with some luck there was an outside shot that he might 'earn' just enough in the next couple of hours to do the one thing he wanted most this year...save one friend at least. Trav had just spotted the ideal place, any empty doorway near a big office building. People would soon be coming and going for their final lunch hour before the holiday, many of them even leaving work early to be with family. He shook his head as he hoped like hell this was worth it. That the sleeping bag was still available and that ten dollars was not too much to ask for a Christmas miracle. He was just about to cross the street and was in a hurry before someone else took such prime 'begging' real estate when he saw the woman. She could not even be thirty, but her face was scrunched in a deep frown that aged her as she struggled to pull a wheelchair from the back of an SUV that must have been at least a decade old. Trav thought at first she was talking to herself until he noticed a slight movement in the back seat. Then he noticed the little angel. She was tiny, probably no more than five. Her dark skin glistened in the dull afternoon sunshine as she smiled and nodded her head at whatever the woman had said. Her braids bobbed and glittery pink ribbons glinted in the light. He shook his head and turned in the other direction as he caught sight of one of the teenage girls from their encampment slipping into the spot he had coveted. Oh well, she would probably have more luck than someone like him. People just did not feel all that charitable towards grown men, whom they believed should 'just get a job.' Not that it was that easy. Not in this economy. Not even for Vets like him. Especially for them...it seemed that the country he loved and had defended, that had taken so many of his friends' lives, seemed it was quick to forget all of that. He would find somewhere else later. Maybe just forget the whole fucking thing, he thought as he approached the woman, who was still struggling at the back of her car. "Here, let me help you with that," he said with as close to a smile as he could muster. Those muscles in his face were tight and hurt a bit as he forced them into the unfamiliar movement. **** Keisha's first reaction was to draw back from the dishevelled stranger. Especially a man of his size. He had to be over six feet tall. The worn leather bomber jacket that had seen much better days was stretched tight across broad shoulders, too tight as if the coat had been made for someone else. She sighed, obviously it had been as it dawned on her. This man was one of the homeless that they had come seeking this day. Where she might have avoided someone like him any other time, she forced a smile. Even if the man was not what they sought perhaps he could point them in the right direction. The sooner they found someone and got back to their apartment, the happier she would be. Keisha had spent the last couple of days vacillating between being thankful that Breanne's wish had been so inexpensive and counting the few dollars that she could carry over into the New Year as a result and trying to convince the child to abandon her errand of seasonal folly. But her beloved angel was immovable. She wanted a homeless Marine for Christmas as silly as that sounded. She forced a smile and turned towards the man, "Thank you. I would appreciate that." She moved out of the way and allowed him to lift her daughter's chair from the back of her vehicle with an ease that was beyond her. She busied herself assembling it and almost missed as he started to move on. "Wait," she exclaimed in a bit too shrill a voice. She inhaled a calming breath and forced another smile as she started again, "I know this is going to sound completely insane, but perhaps you could help us with an errand we are on today." The man stared at her sceptically as she forced the rest of the story out, "We are trying to find a homeless man. A Veteran. A Marine is preferable." She rambled incoherently. He shook his head that was covered in a dusty black knit cap so that she could not tell the color of his hair, "What's his name?" he mumbled as he took a step backwards as if to turn and run if she did not give the right answer. She shook her head and giggled nervously, "No, you misunderstood." Keisha tried to organize her thoughts, but realized how completely insane this must sound to him, "The one thing my daughter wants for Christmas this year is to help out a homeless Veteran...in honor of her father." "I know that may sound completely insane, but she's a little kid who has been through a hell of a lot. And if I can give her what she wants this year and it helps someone else out too, then what's the harm?" She pushed the words past the lump in her throat and fought back tears. The man looked across the partition at her daughter, who had turned in her seat and was beaming one of those smiles that put everyone at ease. He nodded, "Yes, ma'am. I think that's a right fine idea too, little lady," his smile to her child was more genuine though his eyes were still sad, but kind. "And I just might have the man for you." Keisha returned his smile and pushed the chair to the door as she opened it, "Did you hear that, Angel? The nice man says he might know someone for you." Bree practically jumped into her arms as she propelled her tiny body forward with all her limited strength. "I'm so excited, Mommy." She lifted the child into her wheelchair and secured the belt about her waist before turning back to the man, "So lead on, I guess." **** Travis frowned at the woman's words. It had seemed such a brilliant idea to begin with. Hook them up with G.I. Joe. The old man got some help and the little girl got her Christmas wish. But now he had his doubts. A woman and a crippled child seemed harmless enough, but still he could not just lead them to the old man without knowing a bit more about their plans. He cleared his throat, "Excuse me, ma'am, I don't want to seem rude or ungrateful, but what exactly did you have in mind?" It was the little girl though that answered, "We want to take him home with us. He can take a shower and we will wash his clothes. We thought we could even stop and get him some others at the second hand store. Then we will eat Christmas dinner together. Maybe he can even come and listen to me sing my solo at church tonight." She prattled on as he looked from her to her mother. Was the woman completely and totally mad? What did she think she was doing? Taking a stranger home with them? Didn't the woman have any brains? Anything could happen. Was she one of those religious nuts that had no common sense? He shook his head as he stared at the woman, "Ma'am, maybe that is not the best idea. If the child wants to do something for a homeless man, perhaps you could give him some money. Maybe buy him a burger. Even get those clothes or a blanket at the shop. But..." She shook her head and held up her hand as she turned to stare at her little girl. Trav noticed that big tears shone in her dark brown eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she spoke, "Yes, I know. I suggested all of that, but Angel is determined on this one. So please if you know anyone..." He watched as the tear slipped from the corner of those eyes. She looked so young. She could not be much more than a child herself. Her words hit him... 'in honor of her father.' Fuck, another young widow and orphan of war. What was he to do? He thought about Old Joe. Normally the guy was harmless, the nicest guy out there. But once in a while, when he had been drinking or something startled him, well, Joe had flipped out once or twice in the brief couple of months he had known him. While a shower, hot meal and new clothes would definitely be a blessing for the man, the what-if's weighed heavily on Travis' shoulder. As unlikely as it was, he just could not take the chance...not with a widow of one of their own...not with the child, the little Angel. He considered Steve. What did it matter Ranger or Marine? But his friend too had been slipping deeper and deeper into the darkness since... Just since. No, and he certainly did not want these two walking the streets looking for a 'homeless Marine' to help. He knew that more than one of the less savory or even mentally ill among them would have no compunction about accepting the offer. While it was unlikely than the worst would happen, even the thought of someone slipping a bit of extra 'help' from the woman's purse when she was not looking was more than his conscience could handle. It had enough on it as it was. No, he really did not have much choice...any other really. He bent and held out his hand to the little girl, "Gunnery Sergeant Travis Baker, young lady. U S Marine Corps retired." **** Keisha watched as the man wheeled Bree's chair down the aisles of the second hand store that was where they came to shop, except for unmentionables and socks. Those she insisted on buying new. From the moment the man had introduced himself, her daughter had beamed as brightly as most children would if they had gotten a new bicycle, computer or cell phone. The man too seemed to be a natural with her child. It all seemed to be going better than she could have ever hoped or believed possible. So what was bothering her? What was wrong? Why would the knot in the pit of her stomach not stop throbbing? Because you are taking a complete stranger into your only child' life? Because anything could happen? Because you are a complete idiot, she thought, as they turned up another aisle. Her daughter was jabbering on as they approached the rack of coats. But the man just shook his head and brushed the sleeve of the one he wore, "No, really, Angel. I don't need a coat. This one has plenty of life left in it. And it looks so stylish, don't you think?" They giggled together as he pirouetted for her daughter. "But you have hardly bought anything," her daughter protested as she held out the twenty dollar bill that they had together earmarked for this special Christmas present. The man smiled, "So how about we look over there for a doll for you, Angel?" he said pointing to a toy display. Her heart swelled with such pride and she fought back tears that never seemed far from the surface as Bree shook her head, "No, I have enough presents under the tree. I really want to get something else for you. Please." Keisha's throat tightened even more. A re-conditioned off brand tablet and a new winter coat were not what most ten year old little girls would call 'enough presents.' But her little girl always had been special, just like her father was. The man looked over at her as if pleading for her assistance, but she merely shook her head and shrugged. She had never found a way to deny Bree what she wanted. This whole Christmas trip proved that. Once the child made up her mind, she was going to get what she wanted. Keisha knew it would be a trait that would prove indispensable as her daughter grew. The man sighed and turned back to her little girl when her assistance was not forthcoming, "All right then, there is one thing I want. If I cannot convince you to take home a new doll that is..." **** "Thank you, Ma'am," said Travis as the woman passed the platter piled high with turkey and ham. He had to admit that the hot shower had been the most relaxing thing he had felt in a long time. Maybe his body had grown accustomed to the cold these past couple of months, last few years, but it had certainly welcomed the brief respite as well. He had even been grateful to find shaving foam and a razor in the plastic bag of toiletries that they had instead he accept in addition to the new clothes and that special present. He lifted a bite of the food to his mouth. He paused long enough to just savor the smell of it before shovelling it into his mouth. It had been so long since he had sat down at a table and eaten a hot, home-cooked meal, let alone a Christmas one, that Trav really was not sure how to behave. Almost a decade of holidays spent in some hot, dry, hell-hole that made the nightly news, but most people back home still could not find on a fucking map. Then coming home to a world that was turned on its head. A wife that not only did not need him anymore, but certainly did not want him. Not the 'him' that came back from that place. Kids that saw him more as a stranger than a father. Even his parents just could not handle the withdrawn, cautious and suspicious, all right paranoid, man that had taken over the body of the boy they had loved and raised. It all came to a head three years before. Kathy had already asked for a divorce and kicked him out the house. He had been staying with his parents back then. It had been the 4th of July and the little shits down the street thought it was cute to let loose fireworks in the middle of the night. Trav had managed them well enough that evening, because he had expected them. So even though the sound and smell of gunpowder had taken him to a dark place, his logical mind had fought it back. But being awaken from those nightmares to those sounds and smells had snapped his mind. His father had taken his guns and locked them in his cabinet when he moved in with them. For safe keeping, his dad had said, but Trav knew it was more about keeping him safe. He certainly would not be the first of his friends to 'eat a bullet' since they came back. So he could not get to them, but he always slept with his Bowie hunting knife that his grandfather had given him for his thirteen birthday under his pillow. Trav shook his head and forced a smile. He tried not to think of that and waste his one chance for a real Christmas, something he never thought to have again. He looked from the obviously nervous African-American woman that was his hostess for the day to the beaming face of her daughter, who he initially thought was about five, but could have not been more than seven or eight, though the wheelchair and her diminutive frame made it difficult to tell for certain. "How old are you, sweetie?" he asked as he brought a bite of the roll to his mouth. He tried hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape from the back of his throat. He had grown used to eating whatever he could find. Her smile was brilliant and oddly comforting, "I'm ten almost eleven." Her voice sounded much younger, or maybe that was the bright pink and green bows that dangled at the ends of the half dozen or so sectioned braids that covered her head. Travis's throat tightened. The exact age of his youngest. Not that his only son would wear pink bows. Or maybe he would? It had been three years since he had heard from them. Not that he did not love his children. But because he did. They did not need a fuck-up like him in their lives. He forced the smile wider to cover the pain that now centered in his chest. "Is that why you are too big for dolls this Christmas?" Though something about the little girl had put him at ease from the moment her mother lifted her from the car, he was way out of practice with this polite conversation thing. In fact, his voice was a bit gravelly even, whether from disuse or the cold weather. "So what did you ask Santa for? A new computer? A cell phone? One of those tablet things?" He forced a bite of the slightly sweet ham down and lifted his glass of sparkling cider, the non-alcoholic kind fortunately, to his mouth as he tried desperately not to stare at the wheelchair, obviously a new bicycle was not top of her list. The child smiled again and his world exploded around him, "You. I asked Santa for a Marine to share this Christmas dinner with, in honor of my Daddy. He was a Marine too you know." It was not the response he expected. This reminder of why he was here at all. Travis felt the panic rising inside of him at the child's words. So powerful. Did she have any idea what they did to him? Was. That single word said it all. Its meaning was pretty damned clear. Her father had been a Marine before he died. KIA...probably. Suicide perhaps? How many more of his brothers and sisters had fallen by their own hand than the enemies? Twenty-two a day, he had read the headline somewhere. Not to mention seen the reality for himself... 'Breathe and don't spoil this for the child,' the voice in his head said. Twenty-two. Just one more than the number of friends he had lost there. Fallujah. He sucked air into his lungs as he tried to find the right words to respond to the little girl. How many children had his comrades, his brothers, his friends left behind? What were they doing this Christmas? All those others? Hell, what were his kids doing tonight? How was he going to make it through this dinner now? With that thought, those images in his head. He blew the air slowly out his mouth as those fucked up doctors at the VA had taught him. Not that it did much fucking good. But enough to bring another bite of the food to his lips. It now tasted more like the cardboard boxes that had become his world than the delicious homemade with love meal that it was. 'You are going to do this for her, Gunny. You are going to give this child what she asked Santa for if it fucking kills you. For her and all those other children that your friends left behind. For those friends and brothers you lost that day.' "Thank you, Angel," he mumbled though he could not force another smile or bring himself to look her in the eye. **** Keisha shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden pew. To be honest, it was less her well-padded bottom that felt the strain, than her heart and mind. Despite the fact that these people were nothing like her abusive and domineering father, who had always been intrinsically entwined with the god he served, still being here always brought back those bad memories. Growing up, she had always felt that she was never good enough...for him or his god. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not well-behaved enough. Of course, her old fashioned dresses that fell almost to the ground had caused her to be ridiculed, the object of every bully and all the popular girls. She smiled and fought back those tears again as she remembered her first day in big school as her mother had called first grade. The moment the teachers back was turned one of the bigger girls had come up with her crowd of friends. 'Freak.' 'Little House girl.' 'Half pint.' And other cruel names had flown as she had tried to slink back into the corner and disappear. Eventually the noise had been enough to attract the attention of a group of older children, who were playing nearby. One really big boy came over and started laughing at her. When she started to cry, someone had pushed her and added 'cry baby' to the chorus. Then the crowd had parted and she heard the voices of the angels, "Hey, leave her alone." That was all it took. The crowd disappeared and she was left crouching in the corner and staring up at the handsomest boy she had ever seen. He must be an angel she thought because the sun had danced about his closely shaven head like a halo. All of her life, Keisha would remember that moment. She smiled as the words of the pastor drifted through the fog of her memories, "Tonight, we have a very special young lady, who is going to share her gift with us all." Keisha caught herself just before her hands came together in applause as their elderly neighbor pushed her daughter's wheelchair from the side to the front, facing everyone with another of those smiles. The woman handed her a microphone and her precious angel nodded her head, those ribbons danced once more and this time the bells she had added tinkled as she bowed her little head. After a long pause, she lifted her head and once more Keisha would have almost sworn that a halo danced about her child's head as she opened her mouth and began to belt out the popular pop song. Bree had kept the song she had selected a secret right up to the end, but her mother finally lost the battle with those tears as the words... 'in the arms of the angels,' danced and echoed off the stone walls and stained glass window panes. She reached once more for him in her mind. She knew that Bryan would be as proud of their brave little girl as she was. For a moment, she would have even sworn that she felt his arms wrapped about her shoulders as the tears streamed down her coffee brown cheeks. She lost track of time as her mind crafted the happy ending that war and the harsh realities of life had denied them. It was not until she felt the soft cotton handkerchief pressed into her hand that she came back to that cold, lonely world. She looked down to see his hand pressing the fresh material into her palm. She shook her head at the incongruity...a homeless man, who kept fresh linen hankies in his dusty back pack. She smiled her thanks up at him just in time to hear her baby's words, "Merry Christmas to you all and to my daddy Corporal Bryan Moultrie." Keisha watched as the man turned a deathly shade of white and the blood drained from his face and he dropped to the pew with a heavy thud. **** Trav leaned against the cold, stone wall of the small church as the little girl's wheelchair sat next to the pastor. People filed out of the building one by one, each stopping to hug, smile or talk to the child. He saw more than one pressing money into her hand. After the first couple of attempts to give it back or offer it to the pastor, she had given up and just thanked them. He choked, almost wishing that for once he could do as others did and just drown it all in the bottom of bottle or even something stronger. Instead it rolled across him as vivid as it had that day. They all knew what was coming. Another battle. They knew too that this one would be bad. The worst they had seen possibly. Beneath the bragging and joking, they all felt death hanging like that unwelcome cousin at the family reunion. Some of them would not be coming back. But no one knew who. Each must prepare for his end, that he was the one Fate would call. Trav was just double checking his equipment for the fourth or perhaps fifth time when the young Corporal cleared his throat from the open doorway of his tent home, "Excuse me, Sir." It took Trav a moment to place the man among the dozen such Non-Commissioned Officers in his platoon. He made a point of knowing all his Corporals well. These men were the very backbone of not only his platoon, but the Corps itself. It would be upon their shoulders that this battle rested. But this kid was the newest under his command, having just been promoted days before. After a moment's hesitation, he returned the man's greeting, "Enter, Corporal." He could see that the young man was nervous. Hell, they all were. It was just that you learned to cover it over time. "What can I do for you, son?" he asked more informally. The man-child looked up at him as the evening sun set on what would for some be their last day upon this earth and it had encircled the man. Trav shivered, wondering if it was just his imagination or a dark omen. He held out a plain white envelope, "Sir, would you do me the honor of delivering this...if..." Trav had nodded. They were all writing those letters. The ones that would be included in their belongings. Words of comfort for those left behind. As the young Corporal said...IF. "Son, you know that we will all make sure that families get the letters." He shook his head, "No, sir, this one is different. Nan's is written and with my other stuff." He had shifted nervously from one foot to the other then, "This one is for this girl back home. Nan don't know about her. Well, she knows Key-Key since she has lived next door to us for years, but she don't know..." Trav had been tempted to laugh at the way the young man's dark cheeks colored as he tried to stumble over the words. " |
I understand, Corporal," he had reassured as he held out his hand to take the envelope. An address was scrawled across the front of it and stamps were affixed to the upper right hand corner, though should the worst happen, Trav swore in his heart he would honor this young Marine's request by personally delivering it to the girl. He ran his hands over the scratchy wool of his cap. His fingers dug into it as if he could reach inside his mind and jerk the painful memories out by the roots. Ten years. Ten, fucking, long-ass years. Of course, he had tried. As soon as the One-Eight had made it back to Camp Lejune, he had spent a couple of days with his family and then told his wife that he had an errand to run. She had looked relieved that he would be gone for the weekend. He had hopped on the back of his old motorcycle and headed the couple of hundred miles to 'Hot-lanta' as it was nicknamed. It had been easy enough to find the address on the envelope. When the man opened the door saw his uniform he had stiffened, but Trav had gotten used to that. Not everyone back home supported this war. Hell, there were moments when he was not sure that he did, but he had orders to fulfil and young Marines to protect...as much as he could anyway. The envelope in his shaking fingers reminded him that was not always possible though. "Miss Keisha Jackson, please, Sir," he had asked respectfully. "Who the hell wants to know where that little whore is?" the man had boomed and Trav thought that he smelled liquor on him. "I am sorry, Sir. I am just trying to reach her about a private matter," something had kept him from revealing anything more. "That Jezebel is gone...to hell for all I care," the man had screamed as the door slammed in his face. Trav had turned and walked down the concrete path towards his bike. He knew there was no point in trying again. Then he remembered the young Corporal's words...Nan lived next door. That too had proven futile though. While the elderly, stooped black woman had welcomed him cordially with iced tea and tomato sandwiches, the moment he mentioned the young woman's name she had frowned and cut him off with, "I ain't talking about that girl." Trav had left Atlanta that afternoon, driving through the night. That envelope weighing like a lead block in his pocket. Another failure. Not only had he failed to keep that young Corporal and twenty other of his men safe during those dark days, but he had not even been able to give the kid his final wish. He unzipped the front pouch of his pack and reached inside. It was yellowed a bit. There were even a few stains and the edges were slightly frayed, but he had carried it with him. It had been one of the few things he had packed that night after his parents went to bed exhausted from the ordeal of bailing him out of the county jail. He had felt guilty about the money he knew they would lose, but he was more worried about what might happen if he stayed. Not jail, that did not bother him. This night though had shown him the hard truth, it was not safe to be around him. Those kids were lucky, a couple of stitches were nothing compared to the damage he could have done. But the look in his Mama's eyes as the deputy had handcuffed him and stuffed him in the back of his car had woken him up. They would all be better off without him. At first he had toyed with the ultimate solution, but he could not do that to his parents or his children. Instead he had written a letter and left it on the kitchen counter near the coffee pot. Then he had taken his old pack and the tiny two-man tent that he had bought to go camping with his son and slipped from their East Texas home. That letter had travelled all over the country with him as he walked and sometimes hitchhiked around it. He fingered the neatly written lettering on the front, maybe it was even what had drawn him back to this place. He did not know. All he knew was that he finally had the chance to do what he had promised that young man over a decade before. For once, he had the chance to keep a promise. To make something right. He looked up as the young woman began to push her daughter's wheelchair down the ramp...well, as right as he could anyway. **** Keisha was a bit surprised when the man stepped from the shadows of the church to assist with putting the chair in the back of the car once more. She nodded gratefully as she buckled a half sleeping little girl into her specially designed booster seat that helped to hold her weak back erect. "Thank you," she whispered as she finished strapping Bree in. When she turned back the man had finished, he had even been so thoughtful as to not slam the door closed when done. But now with the night coming to a climax and her blessed angel drifting off to heaven, she was intensely uncomfortable, especially after his strange behavior in the church. She too had been a bit emotionally raw from the powerful words sung in such an angelic voice. The whole damned place had been. Until the loud thump of this man literally falling into the pew behind him. To the point that it had rocked backwards and Keisha had been afraid for a moment it would topple over. She had reached out to grab it. He had stared up at her...something truly frightening in those sad, but kind eyes. Then before she could say anything he was gone, running almost from the building. The pastor had frozen staring at the large wooden double doors as they slammed shut loudly. After a moment he had cleared his throat and thanked Bree for the song as he said, "Join me in prayer, please." And for the first time since that day, Keisha had done just that...though not to her father's vengeful and cruel god. Or even the benevolent and accepting one that her neighbor tried to occasionally speak to her about. She had not even called on Bryan this time. No, she had merely asked...whatever or whoever was out there to be with him...with them all. She sighed and forced a smile, "Thank you for tonight. For granting her wish. I know it may have seemed..." She searched for the right word but all she could come up with was... "Crazy. But it meant so much to her." She shifted nervously, uncertain what else to say or do, "Can I give you a lift somewhere? Take you back downtown? Or wherever you..." The word 'live' froze in her throat. Could homeless people really 'live' anywhere? Maybe a part of it was also a reminder of just how precarious their own existence was. Even with her job and Bree's disability, they barely had enough money after paying the bills each month to buy gas and food. She patted the purse beneath her arm subconsciously. Three hundred dollars...over three hundred precious dollars those people had pressed into hers or Bree's hand at the end of the night. It might not seem like much to some people, but it was a small fortune to them. A nest egg. The first she had ever had. A tiny cushion if something broke on the car or Bree was sick for a day or two and she could not work. It seemed so little, but was such a miracle to her. What happened next though eclipsed even that as the man held out an envelope. She recognized the writing immediately from the few letters that Bryan had sent her over those years...before and after they... "How? I don't understand..." she stammered as she collapsed against the car. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the envelope like some ancient piece of art or fragile text that might crumble and its beauty be lost to mankind forever. "Merry Christmas, Keisha," the man said as he placed it in the palm of her hand, squeezing her fingers about it so that she did not drop it. Then he turned and walked away into the night. **** Travis walked. He just marched. It was like that naïve, gung-ho kid on Parris Island. He was simply following some unspoken command. Marching not through smelly swamps or mosquito infested beaches with the waves sucking at and pulling at his boots, trying to draw him beneath the waves. That was what it felt like. Life had drawn him beneath its waves for too long. Suddenly, he had broken free of the rip tides and made it to the surface. He was sucking in air to oxygen starved lungs and it burned like hell. Coming back to life hurt. It hurt more than just dying. It fucking hurt so much. So fucking much that a part of him was tempted to give up, to just slip back into the safe, malaise of those strong tides that had held him down for so long. But he could not. He had been given what so few people got...a second chance. It was some of kind of miracle. This chance to give the woman that letter...to complete a mission...to keep one promise he made to one of his own. It felt good. He felt better than he had in years. Better than he had even before that day. Yes, the man's life still rested on his conscious...his and all the others. So many others. He was amazed that something so simple could make such a difference though. It just did not make sense. Did not seem possible. But it was. He was still homeless. He was still estranged from everyone that had ever meant anything to him. But he had done something worthwhile for the first time in forever it seemed. More importantly this time he had not failed. Tears flowed. Tears for Corporal Bryan Moultrie. Tears for the man's precious little angel. Tears for the woman, Keisha Jackson, who had been nothing more than a neatly written name on an envelope before today. Tears for all the men he had lost that day. Each name rolled instantly off his tongue as their faces too flashed through his mind. Tears for others that he had lost before and since then. Finally, just when he thought he could cry no more, Second Lieutenant Darren Highsmith. The kid had lost it that day. Sure, he might have survived the battle of Fallujah, but his mind had not. He had spent the next decade with a bottle in one hand and a needle in the other arm. Until that morning when he was coming down from a bad trip, when Travis had been just a microsecond too slow to keep the man from jumping in front of the train. And he had failed...and lost another of his men. Travis cried more tears for the kid that had been his commanding officer that day. Barely out of college and full of himself. It had been too much. Hell, it was too much for him and he had been older, wiser, seen other battles for those nasty, bloody, sweat-filled days and nights. Days that stretched into weeks and then into an eternity of living hell for some of them. Exhausted, it was the middle of the night. That time, which poets called the darkest before the dawn. Travis sat down. A bench at a bus stop. He was not even sure where he was. He just sat and cried. Without shame. He cried for all of them. For all that had happened and all that never would. It poured like pus from a putrid wound. **** Keisha leaned forward on the steering wheel as her SUV crawled along the deserted streets. She dared not go any faster the way her vision blurred with tears that had not stopped in hours. Thankfully Bree had slept through all of it. Even her brief stop to fill her tank with gasoline and grab a cup of coffee. She was just not sure what she would say to her child. Why it was so important that she find the man. But she knew she had to, even if she had no idea what to say to him when she did. That letter. It had changed nothing...and everything for her. Bryan was still dead. She was still a single mother, raising their challenged but perfect daughter all on her own without the help of either of their families. His words though had reached across time and lifted her up. To know that once had meant as much to him as it had her. Of course, she had always believed that, but to see it, written in his own words, his writing, had been more than she had ever dreamt possible. And he had given her that. His sergeant, the man that Bryan simply called Gunny.The man had carried that letter for a decade. Why? And how had Fate brought him of all people to them? She had no idea what time it was or even what part of town she was in, but that did not matter. All that mattered was one more Christmas miracle...finding the man that had given her such a special gift. She might have missed him crouched on the bench had it not been for Bree moving and crying out in her sleep. It had caused Keisha to stop the SUV abruptly and look in the rear view mirror to check on her child. She had gone right past him through her tears, but once more her angel saved the day as she caught sight of him. She sighed as she turned and confirmed for herself that it was him. Then she began to slowly back up the car until she was next to his still form. When she did, she saw that his head was down, almost touching his chest. For a moment, she was worried that something was wrong, then she saw the rapid rise and fall as he breathed. She opened the passenger side window, "Get in, Gunny." Keisha knew her visions was blurred when she thought she saw tears running down his cheeks too. He opened his mouth as if to argue but then shrugged his broad shoulders and picked up the pack. He opened the door and climbed in, looking out the window the whole time. "Where to?" she asked. "Home, I guess," he mumbled. **** Home? What a strange word, Travis thought. Growing up, he had never questioned what it meant or where he belonged. Then for fifteen years the Corps had been his home and family. Even more than Kathy and the kids. Maybe that had not been fair to her, maybe that was why they had grown apart and ultimately divorced. Just that he had been deployed more than he was with them it seemed. When he was discharged...well, it was already too late it seemed. They had grown up or away. And he had changed. He was lost it seemed without a GPS, compass or even the stars to lead him home. And now? How could so much change so quickly? Especially inside of him. Oh, he was not deluding himself, he was not the man they had once loved. He probably never would be again, but for the first time in so long he could not even remember, he felt like a man again. A human. And he longed to just hear their voice. "I really hate to ask. You have done so much for me already. But is there any chance I can use your phone? I'll keep it brief. You have my word." He forced himself to look over at the young woman for the first time since he had gotten in the car, "Please, ma'am." She shook her head and smiled as tears slid down her cheeks, "Talk as long as you want. I owe you more than I can ever repay," she said as she reached into the console and passed her cell phone to him. He stared at it for a long moment. Who did he call? Chances were slim that Kathy even had the same number. Even if she did, she would not want to talk to him. His teenage daughters, either. And the little man? Did he even have a right to call the boy his son? He had just walked away. Left him with nothing more than a note that the kid could not yet read. His chest tightened at the enormity and repercussions of his choices and actions. Any other time he might have given up. Said fuck it. And just returned to the streets. Not now. He had been given a second chance. Something that Corporal Bryan Moultrie and Second Lieutenant Darren Highsmith and all those other names in his head that he could never forget never would be given. So even if the odds were against him, even if this was an uphill battle, it would not be the first one he had fought. He was a U S Marine, after all. And surrender did not come natural to them. Ooh-rah! Get'em Devil Dogs, he thought as he instead pressed in the one number that unless something desperate had happened, he knew would still be working. The same one that his mother had taught him before sending him off to kindergarten. He waited as it rang...and rang...and rang some more. He was just about to hang up when the chirpy voice of his mother came on. He smiled and felt his heart leap in his chest at the familiar sound of her Texas Twang. Then his brows knit together as he realized that it was just a recording. He debated what to do. Maybe this just was not meant to be. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe he should get into one of those programs that the police, who hassled them were always trying to refer them to. Get his life a bit more on track before he brought his family into this. Just look how it had ended the last time they tried to help him. He was about to push the button to disconnect as the tone rang, "Hey, Mom. Dad. It's me, Trav. You are probably at church or something. I don't even know why I'm bothering you. I guess I just wanted to say...Merry Christ..." His throat was tight and he knew he was babbling like a kid. He should hang up. Save the woman some money, but somehow the sound of his Mama's voice just stuck with him. "Merry Christmas and I love you," he had pulled the phone away from his ear and was about to push that button when he heard... "Travis? Trav, is that really you, boy?" His father sounded tired, older than he remembered. An old man even. Travis certainly felt like one as he brought the phone back to his ear. "Yeah, Dad, it's me..." **** Keisha tried not to listen in, but that was hard to do in the confines of the vehicle. She only caught one side of the conversation, of course, but what she heard did not sound good. "Yeah, Dad, I understand. No, it isn't that. It is just..." "No, please, that will be expensive. I don't want you spending your money like that. Just give me a few days, I will see what I can do. I can get the money for a bus maybe. I'll figure something out..." His shoulders slumped then and he turned back towards the window. She heard the thickness in his voice when he spoke again, "All right, Dad. If you're sure. I'll get there somehow. Don't you worry. I will make the airport by noon if I have to walk there..." There was another long pause before the man spoke again, "Yeah, Dad. It'll be good to see you again too. I just wish..." Keisha watched as his broad back shuddered, "I'm sorry, Daddy. Sorry, I haven't been able to be there to help you with Mama. I'll do whatever I can...and you have my word I will get there. Just tell Mama to hang on...please." The final bit was clearly said through tears and Keisha wanted nothing more than to sink into her seat. Disappear and give the man some privacy, his dignity back. After all, he had given her so much more this night. He had given her the best gift of all...closure. "I love you both and I'll see you soon," he said as he pushed the button. He kept his back to her for a long moment. She knew he was trying to compose himself and she would give him as much time as he needed. At last he turned and held out the phone, she motioned for him to put it back on the console. "I'm sorry, but it was hard not to overhear. Do you need a lift to the airport?" The man shook his head, "No, ma'am. I can't ask that of you. You and that little angel have already done so much for me already today. If you can just let me out somewhere downtown, I can try and catch a bus or train there." She shook her head as tears welled back up in her eyes, "Done so much for you? A few dollars' worth of old clothes, a shower and hot meal. What is that?" She fought to keep the tears from becoming the flood of body shaking sobs that they had been when she first read Bryan's letter. That was how she had lost the man to begin with. She had been so paralyzed with tears that she had not been able to move off the cold concrete next to her car for over half an hour. Until at last the pastor had found her as he was closing up the church. He had been genuinely concerned for her and for Bree, but she had insisted that she would be fine. Had he seen the direction her guest had headed though. But he had not been any help. So she had spent hours driving around with a sleeping child in the back of the car looking for a stranger...a homeless Marine. She stemmed the tide long enough to continue, "No, Gunny." She paused and forced a smile, "I am sorry." The man smiled, perhaps the first one in years from the tightness around his mouth, "I don't know why I didn't see it sooner. Her eyes and smile. She looks like him. I did not know the man that well. He had just been promoted to Corporal and under my direct command when we got the orders..." He paused and looked down, "None of that matters much. But from what I did know of the man he was a good one. And I know he was a damned fine Marine. A couple of his men went home to their families because of him. I'm just sorry..." He turned back away and looked out the window as he inhaled deeply before speaking again, "I'm sorry that he never got to see his own. To meet the little angel." She knew this man was a stranger. A homeless man. But that did not matter. They shared a pain as she reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, "Me too, Gunny. Me too." He turned back to face her and there was no denying the tears that clouded his eyes as he placed his hand over hers, "Thank you, ma'am." "No, thank you. Thank you for keeping that promise. Thank you for holding onto that letter all these years. Thank you for the best Christmas present of all...hope." She pulled her hand away reluctantly and used the back of it to brush the tears away casually, "But if you think I'm dropping you off and just hoping you make it to that airport in time, then you have another think coming." She laughed to try and lighten the mood a bit. The man looked at the time on the clock on her dashboard and in the back seat at her sleeping daughter, "I hate asking you for anything else, ma'am. And if it were for me, I wouldn't, but we have loads of time before I have to catch that plane to Dallas. Would you mind if we made just one more stop on the way there?" **** Trav frowned. What had he been thinking, bringing them here? The freeway underpass where the homeless lived was no place for a lady and little girl. He thought about leaving them in the car while he ran the sleeping bag to G. I. Joe and said his good-byes to the old man. He felt guilty as hell leaving him and Steve on their own out here. He had been protecting and feeding them for close to three months now. But he really had no choice. His mother was dying. The breast cancer that had been in remission when he left three years ago had come back. This time there was no hope. In fact, she had been in hospice care for weeks now. The nurses said it would be a miracle if she lived to see the New Year. He had let them down too...but he would not this time. He would make it home and spend what time she had left together. He went through the scenarios, the different contingencies and possible battle plans. He chuckled at how natural that all felt. Once a Marine, always a Marine. He realized he had never stopped thinking like one. In the end, he calculated that the safest option was to take them with him. With his knife tucked into his belt and another smaller blade in his shoe he should be able to keep them safe. But they would not take the child's wheelchair. The uneven rocky ground would only slow them down and above all he needed to get them in and out as quickly and quietly as he could. When she lifted the child out of the car, he insisted on bearing her slight burden. "Stay close to me, do you understand? Most of these people are just like all the others in this world...decent folks. But just like out there, there is always a few bad seeds. If anything goes wrong, I will pass angel back to you. You run for it. Get back to this car and get the hell out of here. No waiting for me. No looking back. Straight to the police station, do you understand?" The way her big brown eyes widened he knew that he had scared her, but this was one time where he would rather her be frightened if it kept them alive. She nodded her head and stepped a bit closer, into his shadow. "Our camp is towards the back, that way we can hightail it out that way when the cops start hassling us." He smiled and shifted the half sleeping angel in his arms. The morning sky was just beginning to lighten even though the sun had not yet peeked her head over the horizon. He hoped they would be back to the car before it did. Safer that way. He grabbed the sleeping bag and tossed it to the woman, "Carry this please. If anything happens, throw it. That will slow everyone down as they are likely to stop to fight over it." He hated the bleak picture that he was painting of his existence to the woman and hoped the child was still asleep enough not to hear any of it. But this really was a matter of better safe than sorry with such precious cargo as he carried in his arms. He began to pick his way slowly and methodically through the old, torn tents, blankets thrown over cardboard boxes and shopping carts full of other people's junk that were these people's whole lives. It took them only a couple of minutes but it seemed too long to Travis as he finally knelt beside what had been his tent. "Joe, it's me. Gunny." He warned the old man before he dared to touch the zipper that along with the concrete of the overpass kept the worst of the elements out. He would give it another minute before crying out again and drawing attention to them. He was just about to do that though when he heard movement from inside the tent, "Trav? That you, boy?" asked the gravelly old voice. "Sure is, man, and I am in a bit of a hurry," he said as he crouched lower and shifted the little girl. Those brown eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. His heart beat faster at her innocent trust. "What is it, boy? Sun ain't up yet. I gots at least another hour of good sleep. What you doing waking an old man like that?" the man grumbled as he stuck his gray head out between the flaps. The moment his old eyes lit on the child he smiled though and the little girl returned the unspoken greeting. Travis reached behind him to take the sleeping bag from the woman, he passed it to the man that had been his charge these past few months. "I can't stay, old man. I called home and my Mama's sick. But I got this for you for Christmas. Well, the ladies did really. The tent's yours too. But I really hope you will think about going into one of those half-way houses. At least for the winter." The man shook his head as he reached out his weathered and gnarled hand. He brushed a stray braid back from the child's forehead and she smiled even wider at him. Trav saw tears in the old man's eyes. They never talked about such things. Most people out here did not. But he wondered if somewhere Joe might not have a family, just as he did. Perhaps angel reminded him of a daughter he had left behind or a grand-daughter perhaps. "Don't you worry about me, boy. You take care of your Mama." Tears slipped from the crinkled corners of the man's eyes as he tore them off the child long enough to slap Trav on the shoulder, "You get your life back on track, Gunny. Do it for me. For all of us out here...and the ones that didn't make it back. You live a good, long, happy life for all of us...that's what you can do for me." The old man looked up at the woman and those tears spilled even faster, "May I hold the child, ma'am? Just for a moment. Please." Travis turned half expecting to see shock or revulsion on her pretty face. Instead those huge tears were flowing again. "Of course, just support her head and back. She has cerebral palsy so you have to be a bit more careful with her is all." Joe nodded as he reached for the child. Trav positioned her in his friend's arms but stayed close. The sun was coming up now and he knew they should be getting out of there, but something about this moment just felt more right than anything had in a very long time. The little girl was fully awake now as she turned to the old Vet. Her tiny fingers caressed his stubbled cheek as she smiled. She saw the purple heart that Joe always wore on his dirty and faded uniform. Then she noticed the U. S. Marine Corps. "My Daddy was a Marine too," she whispered. "He still is, child. Didn't anyone ever tell you...once a Marine, always a Marine?" he chuckled. She shook her tiny head, "My Daddy died though." The man just smiled, "Let me tell you a secret, sweetie. St. Peter and the Big Man are Marines too. In fact, just like our boys that guard all the embassies down here, that's what they do up there too." Her eyes sparkled as the sun hit the scraggly gray head leaning against hers. It must have hit those glittery bows and bells just right too, because Trav would have sworn both their heads were ensconced in halos in those rays of a new dawn, a new day and a new beginning. He hated to draw this moment to a close, but he knew the encampment would soon come alive and he had delayed long enough as it was. He needed to get them back to the car safely. Even more than he needed to protect the old man, who had been his honor bound duty for a time. He reached for the little girl and Joe reluctantly relinquished his burden. "Think about what I said, man. A warm bed. A couple of meals a day. You could do worse than a couple of months in one of them shelters," Travis pleaded with his friend as he shifted the child and stood up. The old man shook his head and looked from the little girl to his friend to the woman, "Don't worry about me. You think about what I said too, Gunny. I'm counting on you to do what's right. As for my old bones, well, with this fine tent and new sleeping bag, who knows maybe I'll head down to Florida. Them Keys always sounded good in that song..." Trav shook his head as his friend's deep baritone voice greeted the warm morning sun, "Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya. Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama. Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go." It was not until they made it back safely to the woman's car that he noticed her tiny body was once more shaking with sobs. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought the two of you here. If I had known it would upset you this much..." he stammered. She brushed the tears aside and smiled, "No, it isn't that. I'm glad you did. It was that song. Bryan sang it to me when he came to say good-bye that last time... He always called me Key-Key so it just kinda fit...Key Largo and all. In fact, he signed that letter...'sorry, I never got to take you to Kokomo.' " **** He waited until they drove off before he stood up. He tossed the sleeping bag inside the tent. He would not be needing it where he was going. No cold wind or rain there. No hunger or pain either. The old man stood tall and walked away into the morning sun. He had not gone far when another man greeted him, "Was it all you expected, Corporal?" When the old man turned back to see the vehicle turn right onto the freeway entrance ramp he was transformed. The gray hair was gone. In its place, the high and tight of a proud Marine. His eyes that had been cloudy with age shone the same sparkling brown as the little girl's. And his smile that had been masked under the weathered skin of age and the elements spread broadly and just as tranquilly. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. All I could ask for. I even got to hold her for a moment. Hold my baby girl, Sir," replied Corporal Bryan Moultrie or the spirit that had occupied the body by that name anyway. "So back to that guard duty then, Marine?" asked St. Peter with a slap on the man's shoulder. "Maybe for a while, Sir. But hopefully one day, I'll get the chance to have a new body and re-join my family," he smiled as they walked straight up into the air unseen. "You planted the seeds, son. That is all you can do. The rest is in the hands of the Big Man, Allah, Jehovah, Thor, Zeus, Buddha, the Emperor, Fate and the goddess..." |
_This is a true story of an experience of mine that happened 12 years ago while I was a senior in high school. All of the people in this story were 18 at the time of the encounter._ **************************************** I'm in Justin's car & we're headed to our friend Derek's house out in the country to have sex. Justin & I have been friends for over 6 years & just last week we started having sex together, but his backseat really isn't an ideal spot. Justin's the seventh guy I've slept with in the two years since I lost my virginity, but I don't think that makes me a slut--I'm just curious & adventurous & I love sex. I've always thought Justin was hot--he's 6'4" with an amazing body (not too skinny or too much weight), brown hair, brown eyes & a sexy smile. I'm 5'4", 120 lbs, but not overly skinny--I have 34C tits & curvy enough hips that guys like to be between them. I've got strawberry blonde hair that's a little past my shoulders, hazel eyes, pale skin & I always shave my pussy bald. I honestly don't think I'm very good looking, but whatever. As we pull up to Derek's house, Justin smiles at me & I get even wetter--I can't wait to have him & his 7" cock in a bed for once. Derek opens the door & lets us in, a huge grin on his face. As we take off our shoes I check out Derek, who I've been friends with for 5 years. He's really hot too--he looks like a young Christian Slater, but better looking. He's shorter than Justin, around 6'2", great build & his brown hair is darker, almost black. He always has this sexy smirk on his face & eyebrows that bring out his dark brown eyes. I'd fuck him in a heartbeat, but he has a bitch girlfriend who's a complete airhead & not even close to being good enough for him. "Thanks for letting us use your place since your mom's at work man." "No problem, you know where my room is." Justin leads me through the living room & down the hallway to Derek's bedroom --he's got a queen sized bed, a dresser, desk with a chair & a nightstand. Justin turns & looks at me, bends down & we start making out. He's a really good kisser, but I really want to have sex so I start taking his shirt off almost immediately. He gets the idea & starts helping me out of my clothes too. It only takes a couple of minutes before we're laying on the bed naked, kissing. As I pull the sheet over us Justin says "Derek has a video camera in his closet that he uses to tape himself when he has sex, he told me that he was going to tape us tonight." He looks at me slightly worried, like I'm going to be pissed off at him or Derek. I just look over at the closet (it's right across from the bed), smile & tell Justin that we better make sure Derek gets a good show then & throw the sheet to the end of the bed. I start kissing Justin again, pushing him so he's laying on his back & tell him to put on a condom. I straddle his hips & sink down on his hard cock & rub my clit into his pubic hair. I love the feeling of when a cock first enters my pussy & fills me up. 7" is about the average cock size of the guys I've had sex with (a couple were a bit smaller), but I think he's a little thicker. I'm so wet it's easy for me to start sliding up & down on his cock. Justin grabs my hips & starts thrusting up into me when I'm sliding down. I hear Derek walk into the room (we left the door open) & laugh when I see that he has a pizza & a bottle of soda. He sits his pizza & soda down on his desk (it's to the right of the bed) & pulls out the chair, sits down, grabs a piece of pizza & starts eating while watching me & Justin fuck. "Dude, really? You're going to sit in here & eat when we're trying to have sex?" "Ahh, are you shy Justin? I'm sure Derek just wants to see what's going to be on his tape." Derek looks like he almost choked, but he just smiles & says "oh, you told her about that? I'm glad you're not mad." "Why should I be hon? Anyway, I like fucking Justin & I'm glad there's a tape of it, you'll have to make me a copy." Derek just smiles & continues eating while Justin's playing with my tits & I'm riding his cock. "I told you she had great tits." Derek just says "mmhmm" & keeps watching. Fucking Justin & having Derek watch is hotter than hell to me & I'm getting really close to cumming. I start fucking Justin faster, enjoying the feel of his cock, & his hands on my body-- out of the corner of my eye I see Derek lean closer to the bed & I start to cum. After a couple of minutes I fall onto Justin's chest, his hard cock still deep in me. "Fuck, she does get really wet when she cums." I laugh, "yeah, sorry about that. You might want to change your sheets when we leave." "Not a problem, it's actually really hot. I've never seen a girl get so wet. You're a lucky man Justin." Justin smiles at me, gives me a small kiss & tells me to lay on my stomach. I really don't want to have his cock leave my pussy, but I know that the few seconds it'll take for us to change position will be well worth it. I ease off of his cock & a bit more of my cum leaks out over him--Derek sees this too & has to adjust his cock. I lay on the bed & Justin gets behind me & slips his cock back into my pussy. He lays over me, kissing my neck & shoulders as he starts fucking me. I can't help but to start moaning as Justin is fucking me fast & hard--I can tell he wants to cum. Justin reaches a hand under me & cups one of my tits, he bites my neck (I've told him how much it turns me on) & grunts as he starts to cum. Justin thrust into me a few more times & I can feel his cock flex as he cums--I love that feeling. Justin lays on top of me for a couple minutes while he catches his breath--his hand still softly squeezing my tit. When he pulls out of me & lays beside me, I roll over to my side so I'm looking at Derek & ask him how he enjoyed watching us, all he could say was "wow" & then he got up & walked out of the room. Justin & I laugh & he sits up to take off the condom & throw it away. "What do you think Derek's doing?" I ask Justin & he just says "I could really care less as long as you're here with me." We start kissing again, our hands roaming over each others' bodies. I really like being with Justin & I want to have sex with him again, but a part of me is wondering if Derek would have sex with me so I pull away from Justin & tell him I'm going to go see what Derek's doing. Justin has a bit of a hurt look on his face, but he doesn't say anything so I get up & walk out of the room to go find Derek. I hear the shower running & I try to open the door, but he has it locked. I walk back into the bedroom & climb back onto the bed. "Derek's taking a shower, do you think he's in there masturbating & thinking about us fucking?" "I really don't want to think about Derek in the shower or what he might be doing, but if I was him I'd be getting myself off. Thankfully I have you here so I don't have to do it myself." He smiles at me right before kissing me, our hands exploring again. I love running my hands over his body & running my fingers through his thick hair. Justin kisses down my neck, slightly biting me & making my pussy wet. I grab his cock & start stroking until he's completely hard again. I push him so he's laying on his back & kiss down his chest, he moans as I get closer to his cock--he knows how much I like to give head & he's told me he loves the fact that I don't have a gag reflex. I start to kiss & lick the head of his cock as I slowly stroke him. I can taste a slight hint of his cum from before & it just turns me on more. I really like the taste of Justin's cum. I think about the last time I gave him head & let him shoot his cum down my throat--I can feel my pussy start to leak down my thigh. I moan as I slide his cock into my mouth, down my throat until my lips are at the base of his cock & hold him there while I run my tongue over him. I feel Justin run his fingers through my hair & then across my cheek --he knows I don't like it when guys hold the back of my head. I wrap my lips around his cock & suck just hard enough as I pull all but the head of his cock out of my mouth. I lick the precum off of his cock head & then bottom back out as I feel Justin run his hand up my thigh & start stroking my slit. I moan onto his cock as he slips a long, thick finger into my pussy. I really want his cock again so I slowly take his cock out of my mouth & I sit up & enjoy his fingers. I grab his hand & bring it up to my mouth, licking & sucking his fingers clean of my wetness. I lay down next to him & start kissing him, knowing he can taste me. "I need to feel your cock in me again Justin." He grabs another condom from the nightstand & rolls it onto his cock, gets between my legs & slips his cock into me. God, I can't get enough of that feeling. He lays over me, wrapping his arms under me as he slowly starts fucking me. My arms are around him, one hand running my fingers through his hair & the other one is leaving nail marks in his back as we kiss deeply & I start fucking him back. Justin moves his arms down to my ass & tries to hold me so I'm not thrusting into him so fast, but I really want to cum on his cock again & I use my legs to pull him deeper into me, fucking him harder & start to moan loud. Justin knows it won't be long before I cum & he kisses down my neck again & starts to softly bite me & it sends me over the edge & I dig my nails into his back as I pull his cock as deep into me as possible & soak his cock in my cum. "AUGH!" I go limp & my arms & legs let go of Justin as I lay there trying to catch my breath, he keeps slowly fucking me, giving me time to enjoy & come down from my orgasm. He's softly kissing my face & neck, playing with my tits & pinching my hard nipples. It doesn't take long until I just want him to fuck me, I run my nails down his chest & give him an evil smile "please fuck me." He grabs my legs & spreads them apart, holding them there as he starts to fuck me with abandon--his balls slapping against my ass. "Fuck me Justin, fuck me. God, I love feeling your cock filling me! I really want to feel you cum in my pussy, fuck me hard!" Justin keeps fucking me like that for awhile until he thrusts into me hard & holds himself there as I feel his cock twitch as he starts to cum. He fucks me until he's done cumming, lets go of my legs & collapses on top of me, his cock still burried in my pussy. "Fuck that was good." I just laugh & say "thank you for that, I love that you can give me more than one orgasm in a night." "You? Hell, it normally takes me a few hours to be able to cum again. I don't know what it is about having sex with you that I don't need that long before I can cum again." We smile at each other before we start making out again. It's not long until I hear Derek walk into the room. "Damn it smells like sex in here! You guys look like you just got done fucking again." I break my kiss with Justin & look at Derek--all he's wearing is a towel. My pussy spasms when I see him standing there all but naked, but Justin can't feel me since he isn't hard any more. I put my hand on Justin's chest & say "maybe you should clean up?" & then I look at Derek & say "why don't you come lay down next to me, your bed's big enough for all three of us." Justin pulls out of me & sits up, but I'm not really paying any attention to him--I'm checking out Derek as much as he is me, the only problem is I'm not hiding anything from him. "Lex, you know that I'm going out with Melissa. I know you don't like her, but I don't want to cheat on her." "Derek, I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do. She'll be fine when you tell her that you've been watching me & Justin fuck tonight?" "It's none of her business what's going on tonight & it's not like she doesn't know I watch porn." "So watching me & Justin is just like watching porn, even if you're only two feet away from us fucking right in front of you?"o Justin's done cleaning himself up & he looks a little pissed/jealous that I'm asking Derek to get in bed with us, but as much as I like him, we are only friends & I want to fuck Derek so I don't really care. Justin lays down behind me & starts kissing my neck, his hand roaming over my body again, playing with my tits. I know he wants me to leave Derek alone, but I really want to see the sizable bulge under his towel. "Derek, just come lay down for a minute." Derek walks over to the bed & I reach out & undo the towel so it falls to the floor. I let out a gasp when I see his cock--it has to be about 8 1/2" & thicker than any cock I've ever seen besides on porn. Justin's hand slides down to my pussy as Derek lays down next to me, flat on his back, hands under his head, his hard cock laying on his stomach. "She must like what she's sees Derek, she's wet as hell again." I moan as Justin slips a finger into me. Since Derek laid down I'm assuming he wants something to happen--even if he says he doesn't, so I reach out & grab his cock & start to slowly jerk him. I can hardly wrap my hand around his cock--he's so thick & hard. God I want to feel him in me! Derek turns & looks at me, I think he's going to tell me to stop that he doesn't want this to happen, but he just takes his left hand from behind his head & lightly runs his fingertips over my lips. I sit up on me knees & lean over so I can kiss Derek, making Justin stop fingering me. As Derek & I go from slowly kissing to making out, Justin slips a finger back into my pussy-- he has better access now that my ass in the air & it feels good as hell. Derek isn't as good of a kisser as Justin is, but having two guys in bed with me is such a turn on that I'm wetter than I ever have been. I start kissing down Derek's chest as his hand start roaming over my body, pinching my nipples & playing with my tits as Justin keeps fingering me & rubbing my clit. I kiss my way down to Derek's cock & see precum leaking from the tip. I lick away the precum as I look up at Derek, he's watching me & moans, lays his head back & closes his eyes, enjoying me starting to give him head. I start to lick & suck his cock head, wondering if I could actually deep throat his cock when I feel Justin's tongue on my pussy & I squeal put Derek's cock as deep in my throat as I can. I'm probably an inch or less away from being able to get all of him in my mouth & I try to consentrate on working his cock the rest of the way down my throat as Justin is sucking my clit while he fingers me. This is starting to be my biggest fantasy come true & I release Derek's cock from my mouth as I start to cum all over Justin's face. I collapse on Derek's stomach, my hand still stroking his cock while Justin sits up, his face soaked from my cum. "I think she's slightly turned on by this Derek" Justin says as he laughs & grabs a couple tissues to wipe his face off. "Looks fucking good to me. You're right about her not having a gag reflex, if you wouldn't have made her cum, she would have made me." "Derek, since we've gone this far do you want to fuck? I really want to feel this hard cock in my cunt." I'm still stroking Derek's cock. Derek looks at Justin & says, "can I borrow a condom? Melissa knows how many I have & I don't need to hear it from her if one's gone." Justin grabs a condom (I'm glad we brought almost a full box) & hands it to Derek. After he puts it on I move closer to Justin & tell Derek to move over so I can get on top of him without falling off the bed. Derek moves over & I straddle his hips. Before I mount his cock I bend over him & he sucks my nipple into his mouth, slightly biting down as his hand comes up to sqeeze my other tit. "Mmmm, that feels good, but I know something that's going to feel even better" I say as I sit back & feel the head of his cock against my pussy entrance. I slowly start to move my pussy down on Derek's cock, enjoying the feeling of how thick it is. Even with how wet I am I can only get about half of him into me before I need to slide his cock back out, but the second time down all of him goes into me. "Fuck that feels good" I say as I grind my pussy into Derek, loving the way his cock feels in me. I lay down on his chest so I can kiss him as I slowly fuck him. Justin's watching us & stroking his cock, which is hard again. "Justin, can I suck your cock?" I really don't want him to feel left out. He comes up to the top of the bed & is on his knees so I can reach his cock with my mouth. Derek starts to suck on my nipple as I grip Justin's cock in my hand, stroking him & then start to lick & suck him. I can taste the slight hint of cum on cock again & my pussy squeezes Derek's cock. Justin's hands are roaming over my body & he's playing with the nipple that Derek isn't sucking on. My pussy's so wet I know that Derek's cock & balls & bed are soaked. I don't want to cum yet so I stop moving on Derek's cock & let go of Justin's. I look right at Justin & say, "will you fuck my ass while I'm fucking Derek? I've never been double stuffed before & I really want to try it." Derek & Justin both moan when they hear that, but Justin says "are you sure? I've never had anal sex with anyone, are you sure you're going to like it?" "Justin, I've had my ass fucked before & I like that. I really want to feel both of you. We're all friends & if I don't like it I'll just tell you to stop, I trust you guys not to hurt me." "She's wet as hell, but I've got lube in the nightstand if you need it. Fuck, this is really hot Lex." Derek wraps his arms around me & pulls me down to him to kiss me & thrusts his dick into me while Justin gets the lube out of the nightstand. I sit up & grind onto Derek's cock as I watch Justin lube up his dick. "Thank you Justin, I really want this." He kisses me deeply before I lay down on Derek & Derek grabs my ass & spreads me open so Justin can lube up my asshole. Justin pours the lube over my hole & then slowly rubs his finger around my hole making me moan & then slowly slips his finger into my ass. "Ugh, fuck! Justin, please fuck my ass with your cock!" Justin got behind, lined his cock up to my hole, poured more lube onto both of us & pushed the head of his cock into my ass. "Fuck!" Justin stopped moving, "Are you okay?" "Yes. Please fuck me, it feels so fucking good! Just keep going slow." Justin started pushing more of his cock into my ass as Derek kissed & nibbled on my neck. It didn't take long until Justin was fully burried in my ass & Derek was burried in my pussy. "Oh my god this feels so fucking good! Fuck, I'm so full of cock!" Justin grabbed my hips & slowly started to withdrawn his cock from my ass. He pulled out until only his cock head was in my ass before slowly burrying his cock back into me. Justin did this a few times before Derek started moving his cock in & out of my pussy, just the opposite of when Justin would. It didn't take long for a huge orgasm to wash over me & I swear I came for a good 5 minutes--Justin & Derek's cocks both working on me so I kept having small, continues orgasms until they started fucking me a little faster & a little harder until they both burried their cocks into me & came. The three of us layed there in a pile, spent. "Holy shit, that was fucking amazing. Thank you both so much." I gave Derek a small kiss & then turned my head so I could kiss Justin. Justin withdrew his cock from my ass & got up to clean himself off & then I kissed Derek again, whispered "thank you" in his ear & got up & went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I got back into the bedroom both guys had their boxers on & Justin said "we should probably get going, Derek's mom's going to be home in a half hour." I picked up my clothes & got dress while Justin did the same & Derek went over & shut off his video camera. "Make sure you make me a copy of that Derek, you can give it to me Monday." I walked over to Derek & said "you better make me a copy too or we could just make another tape." I gave him a quick kiss & told him bye & that I'd see him Monday. Justin & I got our shoes on, got back in his car & we didn't say much until we were almost back to my place & he said "you know, I really enjoyed that. I didn't think Derek would actually do anything, but I'm glad he did, I've never seen you cum so hard." I laughed & said "I'm just glad that you were a part of it, I'm sure I'll think about this night a lot." "Yeah, me too. Especially when I'm alone." When Justin dropped me off we made out for awhile in his car, but neither of us were up for doing anything else, even though our hands were still all over each other. I'm not sure why, but I never had sex with either of them again even though we were all still friends. & I never did get my video, I wonder if Derek still has it? After a long hard day working, I decided I needed a break. I pulled in at a local bar. Being that I move a lot because of my job I always seem to find these out of the way bars. I found an empty stool at the bar so I sat down and ordered a nice cold draft. The place was pretty empty for early evening. Four drafts into the evening the place started to come to life. I was kind of worried when I noticed there were guys dancing with guys and women with women. Scattered around the dance floor there were even males dancing with females. I though, "Each to their own," even though I have never been turned on by the thought of dance, kissing or even having sex with another man. But I am getting away from the story at hand. Setting there I noticed a blonde with gorgeous blue eyes checking me out. I am guessing she was about 5'7" tall with long blonde hair. She was wearing a bright pink sweater with pink matching lipstick, a very tight very and I do mean very short black mini skirt, and 6" stiletto heals that made her claves call out to me. Slowly she walked over to where I was at and introduced herself as Angela. Stammering like normal I told her that my name was Loyd and asked her if she would like to join me for a drink. I ordered another beer and a mixed drink for her. We made small talk for hours and damn it her eyes were killing me. I kept finding myself stumbling over my words even though I wasn't the least bit drunk. Next thing I know the bar tender called last call. I cant believe that I had spent the entire evening lost in conversation with this very hot and sexy woman. I told her that I think I could talk to her till the sun came up and never run out of anything to say. What she said next caught me totally off guard. "So is your mouth good for anything other than talking?" she said. Now you wanna talk about being lost for words, all I could do is just shake my head yes. She asked if I wanted to go back to her place which accepted with out a second thought. On the way to her house she told me that she had a roommate and that if I was up to it she might enjoy my company too. Man I thought I had died and gone to heaven. We pulled up to this very nice country style home and parked. Angela led me by the hand to the front door. As we entered I noticed the house was beautiful with hard wood floors and nice artwork on the walls. I also noticed a few pictures of a man and a woman on the coffee table. I asked Angela who they were. She told me that was her roommate and her boyfriend. The picture took me by surprise because the guy in the pictures eyes. He reminded me so much of Angela but I figured it was just my imagination. As we climbed the stairs to the master bedroom we were groping a pulling at each others clothes. Reaching the top of the stairs found me shirtless and being lead along like a puppy to the bedroom. We fell into the center of the large four post bed in the center of the room. All the while I was trying to take Angela shirt off but she kept pushing my hands away. She told me to relax and let her make me feel good. So laid there letting her kiss her way down my chest. Stopping only to play with my nipples. She bit each on as she sucked them into her mouth. Reaching down she undid my belt and undone my pants pulling them towards the foot of the bed. By this time I had a raging erection begging to be touched. I felt the breath catch in the back of my throat as she took me in with one swift movement. I noticed she didn't even gag as she took my member down her throat. I was feeling like I would do anything for this woman just for the chance at release. I am guessing she figured that one out at about the same time. She asked me, "So would you let me tie you up and have my way with you?" I nodded my head in compliance to her question. Reaching around the head board she produced a pair of leather restraints. Placing each of my hands into the restraints and checking to make sure I couldn't move. Then she produced to more restraints from under the bed and hooked them to my ankles. I was thinking that this was not her first time to do this. Standing back to admire her work, she was satisfied that I could no longer move. "Would you like to see the surprise I have for you?", she asked. I said I would love to. Angela slowly started taking her clothes off with her back to me. As she turned around she yelled surprise! Were a warm and waiting vagina should have been stood a 7" cock. I was struggling like hell to get loose from the bed at this time. All she could do was smile and tell me how she loved the look of fear on a virgins face. "Tonight you are going to be my bitch whether you want to or not." She said. With that she or should I say he crawled back up on the bed and placed his hard cock next to my mouth. I kept my mouth closed tight as I could up to the point where he grabbed my nipple and squeezed really hard. As I open my mouth to protest she shoved her hard cock into my mouth. She slowly started moving it in and out of my mouth. I was worried how deep she would try to take it. I have a very bad gag reflex and it wasn't long til she found it. She told me that by the end of the night I would be able to swallow her load and not gag at all. All it takes is a little practice, she said laughing at me. This went on for several minutes. She also noticed that my hard cock hadn't gone soft at all. I see you are enjoying yourself whether you think you are your body is still enjoying it. About that time I felt the bed shift a bit. Then I felt a warm mouth engulfing my hard cock. We were not alone. Honey he said you have to try his mouth its wonderful. With that I felt Angela pull her cock out of my mouth. The next thing I say was a dark brown closely trimmed bush sliding its way closer and closer to my waiting mouth. Honey you picked a great sub this time and he does have a wonderful tongue. I was lost in the moment running my tongue from her clit to her ass and back. I could feel her orgasm building and started sucking on her clit like I had Angela's cock. That took her over the edge as she squeezed my head tight with her thighs. Hey lets flip this sub over so that I can take his last bit of manhood as I slide my cock up his virgin ass. With that the female climbed off my face and moved so that she was setting behind my head. I was rolled over into her waiting vagina again. I had no choice but to put my face into it and start licking again. I felt her put her legs over my back and say ok honey the muffle is in place show this guy who is boss. With that I felt some cold liquid being poured into my ass crack. He/she started working a finger into my tight virgin hole. I tried to protest but it just came out as a muffled sound between the thighs that were holding me in place. I suddenly felt his/her weight on my back and knew the inevitable was about to happen. I felt the warm cock head pushing its way thru my tight ass. I was clenching as tight as I could to keep it out. Hey buddy if you relax you will enjoy this much more. I tried to relax but it wasn't helping. I felt him bite me on the shoulder as my mind shifted to that pain he cock found its mark pushing past my opening and sliding in. I think he only had an inch or so in me but it felt like a baseball bat being shoved up my ass. I was begging for him to stop but he couldn't understand me even though this lady was really enjoying the vibration of my words into her vagina. He slowly started working his cock in and out with slow strokes I later found out to loosen me up. Angela then started going deeper and deeper till I could feel her balls slapping against my ass. By now the pain had all but disappeared and was replaced by a full feeling. I figured he must be pushing against my prostrate and the feeling was wonderful. He started picking up the pace going into me deeper and deeper with me moaning to the waiting vagina in front of my face. She had had her third or fourth orgasm as I felt his cock grow bigger then I felt the warm blast as he came deep in my bowels. This triggered something I wasn't ready for. I came very hard on the bed without ever touching my cock. We all laid there in a pile for several minutes trying to catch our breath. As we untangled from the pile the woman said she was headed for the shower. As she got off the bed I realized that she was the woman from the pictures down stairs. Angela asked me if I was going to cause a scene if she let me loose. I told her no. So she unbuckled my restraints. I hope you are not too mad at us. We like to bring home men we think would make good submissive and play this little game. He asked me if I was going to be ok? I said yes and told him I would really love to do this again sometime. Well that sometime is for another story. |
_This is basically a war story. It is an account of my personal view of the well known events of '93 in the Horn of Africa, where I experienced my very first campaign and a totally unexpected sex adventure. I changed the names and slightly camouflaged some otherwise obvious facts, in order to avoid hurting personal feelings or pride. Any reference to real people of organizations is, obviously, purely coincidental._ As far as the sex scenes are concerned, I enriched them just as much as it needed to make the story interesting and readable. The story begins just after my meeting with my wife-to-be Karin, a short (and hot!) stay at her place and my depart from A'dam to reach the Regiment before actual deployment... *** The Hercules C-130 that took us to Mogadishu was loaded with supplies of any sorts, so we had to find a spot amongst the various goods. I couldn't believe it: my first real operation abroad! Operation "Restore Hope" had started in December, and in the beginning everything looked like being going well. Then, when our American friends finally realized they bet on the wrong horse, the shit had reached the fan. After the first incidents between the Pakistani and the Aideed crowd, and the first UN soldiers killed, the Head of the Mission felt betrayed by his former buddy and declared him the worst enemy of the UN. Few days later, there had been the infamous episode of "Blackhawk Dawn", and the Americans had started playing hard inside the city. We had the entire _Folgore_ Parachutist Brigade deployed there, responsible for the Northern part of Mogadishu (including our own Embassy, which hosted the Bde HQ) and the whole Northern Sector along the _Strada Imperiale_ and up to the Ethiopian border. It was probably the worst part of the Area of Responsibility (AOR), since it included both half of the main city and the "frontline" to the part of Somalia that was not under UN protectorate and completely under warlords' control. The 176th Para that we were going to substitute in a month was responsible of the northernmost part, inland and far from Mogadishu, covering most of the territory and the entire border. It was quite a challenge. The flight was soft... I discovered that the tetra packs of wine, collected in pallets for air transportation, made a wonderful mattress, and used it. Unfortunately, we had a stopover in Luxor, Egypt, and got a small malfunction at the gear, so we stayed there for the night... As it often happens, the Air Force crew just left for a three-star hotel, and we Army guys mounted the guard to our own weapons and equipment. Never heard of captains mounting the guard? I did. It wasn't funny: fifty degrees centigrade and ninety percent humidity, and those poor Egyptian Special Police mounting the guard to _us_ in their _black_ uniforms... Uff! Eventually we left Luxor and reached Mogadishu airport, with its interesting and colorful collection of multinational troops and its comfortable tent camp for troops in transit... Beautiful. The night was especially characteristic, with special fireworks provided by the Americans, who were still bombing Mogadishu South (Pakistani Sector, where the bad guys of Aideed were hiding) with gunship AC 130s _Spectre_. It was a good anticipation of what was going to be. We flew to Belet Weyne by G222, a two-engine tactical airplane, whose pilot chose to fly _tactical_, meaning very low, fast and changing constantly altitude and direction to avoid AA. I normally don't suffer planes, but this time I was very close to puke. We landed in the airstrip and a parachutist patrol escorted us to the camp... Which proved to be a sad hole in the sand, with a few pneumatic tents inside earthworks and hasty field fortifications, just outside the town? If I ever thought of the idea of an outpost, this was it. A small fort with a tricolor flag on top. The town was a typical African one, with a small colonial age brick houses center and endless suburbs built with fetch, plastic bags and aluminum plates, with rubber tiers everywhere. Actually, tiers and plastic bags were the only real evidence of late 20th Century civilization. The paras were there just since a few weeks; they came from the southern stronghold of Bulo Burti after the withdrawal of the Canadian contingents. Their accommodation was hasty at best (no showers yet, just field toilets and lavatory), and they were sleeping in sleeping bags on the ground. Before leaving, the Canucks told the children of the area to greet us saying _Mafia_ with a big smile, because that was the friendly way to say hallo in our language... How kind of them. As it has always been in our history, Logistics was shit. Our contingent deployed with our old field equipment, Cold War vintage, and the canvas field beds were crumpling and disintegrating in the hot dry weather, so our men were basically sleeping on the ground... Until somebody managed to trade a container of wine for US field beds in synthetic tissue. Well, it was so bad it could only get better. We started shadowing our pairs, who were getting ready to leave the theatre as soon as possible (paras don't like to get stuck somewhere: they prefer to open a new front and then leave the problem to us). Their S2 was a friendly giant with a quite disillusioned view of the situation. "Stop thinking as a European," he told me the first evening, sitting on the earthwork and looking at the mass of children, crowding at the barbed wire where Savarese was giving them the leftovers of our dinner, "It is misleading. If you really _want_ to understand what is happening here, you need to understand these people way of thinking, which is based on values and priorities completely different from ours. For them, we are as alien as Martians, they only _pretend_ to understand our arguments because we have better guns than theirs, and they _do_ understand strength." "But we are here to save lives," I countered, "We distribute food, we care for their children. _This_ must be understandable." "It's _not_. We start from the wrong assumption that the value of life is universal, and that they should be grateful for us saving their children, for example. But they don't really understand _why_ we do that. They think it's stupid of us: we should rather kill all warlords and establish our rule, so that they could live in peace under our protection and mastership. That's what a real warrior should do according to them, and that's what they expect we should do." "You mean they don't keep life in such consideration as we do?" "Bingo. Life itself is not such a universal value, as we believe it is. Here, for example, life has little or no value at all. I am not talking of somebody else's life, I mean that here, they don't keep in such a high regard _their own_ life. If you think of it, it makes sense: do they live a nice life here? Most of them I mean, not the few privileged ones... _They_ do care for themselves. But all the poor people living in those huts of mud and waste bags, never washing themselves nor having any greater fun in life than throwing stones at stray dogs or chewing _chat_ : they do not care much if they die tomorrow. That's why so many of them are so keen to fight each other for no real reason: they have fun, and if they die, well, that's a dignified way to die, far better than TBC or AIDS, and I can't blame them... Can you?" I was dumbfounded: "I never thought of it." "Nobody does in Europe or in America. But this is fundamental to start understanding what the hell is happening here. You will see..." And saw I did, with time. The Paras run a major operation while we were shadowing them, before our Regiment arrived. I was a big thing, involving an heliborne deployment into a border area on the border with Ethiopia, were supporters of late Somali leader Siad Barre were still holding their ground with the support of Ethiopian Authorities. It was very interesting. We fell on this village called Balen Balle at dawn with a number of heavy choppers, CH47s, escorted by attack helos A129 _Mongoose_, and seized the military compound before any resistance could be put on. Regiment Commander was already talking with the local warlord when our armored cavalry squadron arrived with half a dozen of _Centauro_ 105 mm gun wheeled tanks and a couple of motorized Nigerian coys. All in all, the warlord enthusiastically agreed to the idea of immediately destroying all of his heavy gear, which included ten soviet-vintage tanks and a number of BTRs and _Tecknikas_. Funny how warlords become cooperative at the sight of armored vehicles and attack helicopters... Our sappers were fast, and the disposal of all the heavy gear, light weapons, mines and ammunition was quite spectacular. The only small stain on the mission was my GPS: even if our maps were more or less white (uncharted area), it clearly showed we were _inside_ Ethiopia... I mentioned it to the Commander, and he just pointed out flatly: "I don't care what the damned thing says: we are in Somalia, and that's an _order_. Understood?" I was young and naïve at the time... Our colleagues from 12th Bersaglieri and from 76th Mech arrived, and soon enough the Paras left, so we were fully in charge. And I was fully responsible for military intelligence in Northern Somalia. Little I knew that this status would trigger one of the most funny (and nice) episodes of my otherwise not-so-jolly African experience. We had taken over full responsibility of our Area of Responsibility (AOR, the whole region under the control of our Regiment) since a couple of days only, and I was pretty busy. The whole area was about 20% of the whole UN-controlled part of Somalia, included four main towns, the border to Ethiopia, the only permanent river and the only paved road of the country, about 40 tribes belonging to five of the most important clans (including the Aideed's Habr Gadir, the bitter enemies of UNOSOM), and six UN compounds, three of which in Belet Weyne. There were us, with the Regiment HQ and the recce squadron, there was the German contingent (logistics only, plus own security), and a Nigerian battalion under our Tactical Control; our own battalion with our Logistic Base was in Bulo Burti, another coy-level garrison was in Gialalaxi, and our Field Hospital with another coy-level garrison was in Balad. All of that was under our operational control, and all intelligence sources were coming to me. Then, I was to report to the Brigade HQ in Mogadishu, which in turn reported to the Multinational Force HQ. I was busy. A further complication was given by the fact that I was also the only decent English speaker of our compound, meaning I was the drafter of all documents in English, and the interpreter for any contact with the local UN administrator, with the subordinate Nigerian battalion and with the local Non Governmental Organizations... Yes, those volunteer, disaster-relief private bodies that provide help where nobody else was caring, or those vulture associations making business out of human sufferings, depending where your feelings about them stand. Well, there was a bunch of these NGOs in Belet Weyne, mostly US and Canadians, and it was the S5 task to liaise with them. Usually they were minding their own business, employed local gunmen to protect their well-fortified compounds downtown, and didn't like us very much. You know, apart from the local bodyguards, NGO people usually tend to see the military as the origin of the problem and not as part of the solution, and no matter weather "military" are warlord bands or UN forces. NGO people usually are either hardcore mercenaries with little taste for western Authority representatives, or left-wing idealists and pacifists with an obvious distaste for their own countries military. Of course, all these bad feelings evaporated at the first sign of danger, in which case they all really loved us. The usual, old story that Rudyard Kipling told many, many years ago... But I was telling about my own experience, right? It was a Sunday morning, and I was preparing to leave the camp with my jeep to liaise with local police, meet the local UN coordinator, check the behavior of our soldiers at the checkpoints and, in general, monitor the situation. My driver and my two escort boys were ready; I was wearing my Kevlar helmet and my flack jacket and cursing the heat, when the NCO on duty at the gate came for me, saying there was somebody at the main gate. Somebody speaking English and... And somebody who was a _she_. You know, at the time we had no girls in our Army, the locals were taboo (basically due to AIDS hazard, but also to their smell, poor girls), and even our friends and allies were weary to send women so far away. I drove to the gate and got quite a surprise. It was a girl all right. A white girl (sorry, an _expatriate_, a member of the International Community, or whatever else is the politically correct way to put it at the time you read; and her skin was Caucasian-light). I thought the closest white _girl_ was at least a couple of thousands clicks away, since also NGOs female tends to be quite adult (to put it mildly), but there she was, with a funny peas-green jeep parked next to our gate. Our sentries at the gate were almost fainting looking at her. Blonde, young (20? 25?), not so tall. Tanned, but not enough to show a long permanence in Africa. Pretty face, slim body, loving smile, pity for a quite oversized bum, but nice tits under a simple Sahara shirt. "Hi. What can we do for you, miss...?" Her smile widened hearing me speaking English. Showing me an ID, she said: "Hi. My name is Linda Howland, and I work for the Worldwide Health Association, the NGO dealing with premature children." Wow. American accent, but very clean. Midwest, maybe Colorado? "'Morning, Miss Howland. I'm Captain Roberto Serra. I am the officer in charge to deal with NGOs, so you may tell me directly..." "Oh, great!" another lovely smile, "Listen, there are a few things I wanted to ask you, since now you guys are in charge of security and freedom of movement. Is there any fresher spot we can talk?" I frowned, since the only fresh spot in the camp at the time was the fridge container. "...Or, maybe, you could come to our residence to talk, and we could have a cold drink there?" Residence? Cold drink? These things belonged to another world for me... It was hard to refuse, so I didn't. "Well, if it's not something urgent, Miss Howland, maybe I could come to your compound this evening. Would that be fine with you?" "Oh, it would be fantastic. I will be there from lunch on. Do you know where it is?" "Of course." "Well. See you then!" I completed my daily tour downtown and later to the German and Nigerian bases, spoke to their S2's, reported to the Regiment Commander, and finally drove into the town to the WHA compound. It was a typical Somali house, one-floor with a small courtyard surrounded by a square wall taller than the house itself, completed with barbed wire and broken glasses. The only entrance was a thick iron door framed by a larger iron gate, with no possibility to watch inside. The thug at the gate wanted my pistol, got told off and went for orders, leaving me out. He came back a few minutes later with a tall Caucasian woman in her late forties, who had looked like to be in charge there. "I'm Carolyn Wedger, Chief station here. May I ask you...?" "Good evening ma'm. Captain Serra, I'm the CIMIC Officer of UNOSOM Forces in Belet Wayne. Miss Howland asked me to come for some information exchange." "Oh! Sure, she told me. I didn't expect you to be so young..." I smiled: "Pure appearance, Ms Wedger. Can you explain your security guy that no UNOSOM member is to be disarmed by anybody within the UN Area of Operation?" "Uh? Oh, sure. Please, come in. May I offer you a drink?" Now, the only legal thing that was clear in Somalia at the time was that any sort of alcohol outside Army compounds was strictly forbidden, so I was not surprised to find the drink was a nicely cool peach tea, which was served in a quite comfortable veranda opened on the cultivated courtyard. We sat in two wooden couches facing each other and a local girl served us our teas on the small table in between. Carolyn was very tanned by the time spent in Africa, with a worn out face and sparkling blue eyes, but a well shaped tall and slim body that looked to be in full shape for her age. She was a doctor, like almost all the components of the WHA team in Belet Wayne: six women, plus a nurse and Lisa, who was kind of a secretary and just arrived to replenish a previous vacancy. Contacting us was Lisa's idea, but Carolyn had nothing against it: actually, it made sense to have some sort of coordination on security matters with the local UNOSOM Forces. I was on the point to reply that we had already organized a weekly bulletin for all IC members in town, when Lisa showed up. It was quite an entry. She wore an open shirt and shorts in sand color, which made no ambiguity about her having quite nice legs, as well as a rich bosom. She sat next to Carolyn, and graciously crossed her smooth legs with a nice smile to me. "Sorry for being so late," she said, "I was just taking a shower." 'It doesn't matter," I said, "I just got introduced with your structure and job. You mentioned an information exchange on security matters, right?" Carolyn sobbed and suddenly stood: "I think I will leave this to the two of you, since it is out of my expertise field. I believe Lisa will take good care of this with you, Captain... Serra." She offered her hand through the table and left quickly, leaving me alone with her lovely junior colleague. Lisa smiled with all her teeth. With Carolyn quick exit, I suddenly realized the warm air was suddenly permeated with the young girl perfume. It was weeks since I last inspired perfume... "Hi Bob," she purred, moving her hair with a hand, "Do you like our residence?" I couldn't believe it: the girl was _flirting_! "It's far better than ours, I must say." I sipped my tea, and then I tried to look businesslike: "So, Miss Howland, you wanted to exchange information..." "Oh, please, call me Lisa. We are totally informal here in our community." "Okay Lisa. Now, if you need to have a regular update on security issues..." "Yes, please! You know, we are continuously around, not only in Belet Weyne, but also in all the villages throughout the whole Mudugh region, and we have no idea about the situation with these bands of _Marehan_ around... I mean, it would be really nice to have a short briefing from you guys before leaving for our tours: what if we go straight into an operation of yours, or into a newly mined area?" It was so sensible it didn't sound true. It was exactly what I tried to explain these NGOs since I first met them. The problem was that usually they simply feared that just _dealing_ with us could hamper their relationship with the natives and put them in danger. I tried to hold a weekly meeting with all of the NGOs which were interested in receiving a security bulletin, but most of them were not attending it, and actually WHA did not either. Worse of that, the ones who attended, were ready to take the bulletin but absolutely refused to share information about what _they_ knew or saw around. They behaved like we were an invasion army and they had to keep neutral, instead accepting we were an UN-mandated Peacekeeping Force trying to settle a pretty messy situation. "Lisa, you just have to come to the meetings I organize weekly. I think it is for the best, to exchange information all together, and for everybody to listen." "Oh yeah, sure... I heard of those meetings, it's how I got the idea to contact you. I wasn't at the last one because on Friday night we usually are in the village of Kfir Bayoum. Listen, why you don't simply have the meeting fixed here in our residence every week? We have the largest compound and a good supply of fresh drinks, while the other NGOs are not so happy to host meetings. What about holding a fixed, weekly meeting each Saturday evening?" It vas very convenient indeed. It was true; I had more than one problem holding those meeting, because nobody was willing to host it, and even less us... I smiled: "Does Carolyn agree with that? I understand she is in charge here." Lisa winkled: "Of course she does... You know, getting all those attractive young men into the residence..." No. I must have misunderstood. My English had to be not as good as I believed. She couldn't mean _that_. Lisa saw my puzzlement and hit my knee with a hand: "Come on, you are a soldier! Do not play shy with me... We are seven grown up women in the middle of Africa. We have our needing... And my colleagues are all doctors, so are well aware about all the hazards of illnesses and infections amongst locals... Don't look at me like that, it's not racism, is personal safety to avoid getting intimate with natives, however attractive and willing they might be... So, there is only the expatriate community to look at." It was so easy... I thought these things happened only in dirty movies or bad novels. Should they happen in reality, they only involved desperate, ugly women. And there I was, with this lovely girl speaking openly about sexual desires and meeting men in Africa... "Okay Lisa, point taken. Spread the news, Saturday night at your residence, nineteen hundred hours." Lisa smiled all her satisfaction: "Very good! You will see there will be also some snack for everybody: it does gonna be a nice break in your routine..." I believed that. I rose to leave and Lisa followed quickly, slipping an arm under mine: "And you know... I am an employee, not an idealist. When it comes to boys, I have no prejudices against soldiers!" It wasn't an easy week. Early in June we got our own "Blackhawk Down": a supply convoy of our regiment was crossing Mogadishu from the New Harbor to take the _Strada Imperiale_ and reach our AOR, when it was caught into the battle. The Paras held a major sweep in the Habr Gadir quarter, a platoon got ambushed and the streets suddenly filled up with screaming women and children, more or less unaware they were covering up gunmen and warlords' bands working out a major encirclement of our forces. Our platoon called for reinforcements and withdrew to a checkpoint called "Pasta", where they met with some extra forces, including a couple of tanks, and made their stand. Reinforcements were pushing to reach them, but were hampered by the apparently unarmed crowd, and our airborne gunships – contrary to the American ones – were armed only with missiles and rockets, not with chain guns, so were useful only for recce or antitank missions. Gunmen and snipers hidden in the crowd started shooting our boys dead, and the Paras could not shoot back because they would have taken women and children in the crossfire. The HQ was seeking for instruction from the High Command back at home, and the radio waves were filled with messages. Artillery was placed in position, helicopters were flying low over the houses, and mechanized reinforcements were moving – or trying to move - towards the hotspot. Finally, the local tactical commander took his decision, after his XO got killed next to him, and ordered to open fire. It was a massacre, the worst up to that moment. The heavy machineguns of tanks and armored vehicles opened up against the crowd, shooting high to try to spare at least the children, and opened the way. The Attack Helicopters shot their rockets against anything could look like an antitank weapon, and the tanks moved forward, careless about what their tracks were chewing on. The soldiers followed, carrying wounded and dead comrades on the mechanized vehicles, and the whole force made its way to safety in what amounted to our first real combat since World War two. We lost six men, plus a dozen wounded and a burned vehicle. Never got a clue about precise numbers, but the count of killed Somalis ranges in hundreds, most of them innocent or unaware they were shielding terrorists. That bloodshed actually changed our Army forever. That day we stopped being the good chaps who were just following the American dangerous guys with a friendly smile, offering spaghetti and saying _ciao_ to the children. From that day, our soldiers became bitter, disillusioned fighters, eager to learn how to fight back and ready to do the real job on the field. Back in Belet Weyne, we followed the battle at the radio. Our only reserve coy, the one from the 76th Mech that used to be mine, reverted to the tactical command of the Brigade HQ and scrambled to their APCs, roaring south along the _Strada Imperiale_ towards Mogadishu, ready to join the fight. Our convoy managed to extricate itself from the mess, and then to reach first the logistic base in Balad, and then our compound in Jawar, were it stopped. The humanitarian mission under UN mandate ended that day. We were at war. No isolated vehicles out of Belet Wayne any more. No berets, only helmets and flak jackets. Reinforced patrols. Guards doubled at each compound. No leaves home. No telephone calls home. We were isolated. The whole supply line from Mogadishu harbor had been cut by the loss of Checkpoint "Pasta", and even food had to be rationed. Luckily, that last convoy had come across. Basically, now we were connected only by air, and this was not good at all: our Regiment, the Brigade reserve, the Logistic base and the Field Hospital were North of the gap, the other two Regiments, the Brigade HQ and the Seaport of Debarkation were South of it. And the gap was represented by the portion of the city that was controlled by the same Habr Gadirs of Mr. Aideed who were already fighting the Americans in the Pakistani sector of Mogadishu. It was not going to be a quick affair to reopen the road through the city... The really bad thing was to be cut off from the radiotelephone contact to Europe. I had no way to contact Karin any more. I was thinking of her every night, until sleep managed to overwhelm me in my tent. She was alone, back in Amsterdam, and waiting for me... I sent her a letter through the German military mail system, explaining her why she wasn't getting phone calls anymore. I could imagine how she felt... Or how my family felt for that's sake. Everybody in Europe knew of the battle, but nobody knew of the aftermath... Not as far the personal fate of each and all of us, north of the gap, was concerned. We were well enough, but they didn't know. The Army would eventually warn my parents that everything was fine with me, but no one would care to inform poor Karin. Maybe they got worried back in Europe (in America they were already worried), but NGOs in Belet Wayne freaked out completely. Suddenly, we became their best friends. They were calling us by radio every day, some came to visit the camp, and almost all of them came to the WHA residence for the first Security meeting that Saturday. I arrived half an hour earlier in order to prepare the briefing, and this time Lisa received me at the gate to avoid problems with their thug. She was in great shape, even if this time she wore long trousers. Her dark blond hair was bond into a ponytail, and her skin was quickly tanning at the African sun, making her eyes spark nicely when she was smiling. "Hi Bob," she greeted me, "Come in. It's nice to see you again." I was weary after the heavy week we just got: my old coy was deployed on the frontline in the Northern suburbs of Mogadishu, ready to strike south to re- establish ground links with the Brigade HQ, and we were all tense waiting for the order to act. In Belet Weyne, we were suffering of the typical frustration of the units that are far from the Centre of Gravity of the action. Lisa's flirting attitude was like jumping in cold water after a sauna: startling and refreshing. She helped preparing the table and chairs; we set up together the map on the board and carried in drinks and snacks from the kitchen. Apparently, there was nobody else around. Once ready, we sat alone in the briefing room, sipping one drink and chatting. Lisa told me just a few things about herself: she was 23, came from New York, and was preparing a Master in International Politics; she joined WHA to earn field experience in International Humanitarian Relief. Then she wanted to know about me. Easy enough: where I was from, my family, why I was in the Army, what exactly my job was (I didn't go into details here), how I felt about Somalia, what was going to happen after the recent bad developments in Mogadishu, and so on. All the time we were talking, she was getting closer and her flirting was escalating. Her shirt had opened a little more, showing quite a generous portion of her firm breasts, and her perfume was really intoxicating. It would take just a short move to put an arm around her shoulders, and I was feeling quite confident she would not pull back if I did. Her eyes were straight into mine, and her lips were slightly trembling while she was listening to my bubbling. She looked so ready. I was sure, if I kissed her, she would give in at once. It took all my self-control to resist. I was hating myself: never in my life I got under such a determined assault by such an attractive lady, and it happened just months after I committed my hart and soul to another girl! _Karin, where are you..._ I resisted. Barely. Also because there was not much time left... Carolyn and the other components of WHA arrived later, more or less together with all the other NGO representatives. The meeting lasted long. I had quite much to say, and they had quite a lot to ask. World Food Program had problems at guarding their own depot: were his rented gunmen reliable? Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent needed to provide help in the far North, were there new mines on the tracks? International Red Cross (something different from the other one) had a major convoy blocked in Mogadishu: any hope to have it escorted home? The bitch from "Save the Children" (a not-so-bad thirty-something Swede), who usually looked at us as if we were scum responsible of all sufferings in the world, suddenly wanted us to periodically check her compound and escort her supply convoys. I provided them all with a frequency to contact us in case of emergency, and with an updated map of mine threat, warning everybody about the risks of roaming around in the bush land without telling us in advance. Eventually, we ended the meeting with easier talks and sipping our snacks and drinks. Lisa put on some music, and suddenly the atmosphere relaxed. Contrary to the military, the NGO world was quite gender-even: there were barely more men than women, since a few NGOs like WHA were female-only, balancing the male predominance in most of the others. To my surprise, Carolyn asked me to dance with her. I am a terrible dancer: I am music-blind. I dance with my _eyes_, devising the rhythm from other people movements. Plus, Carolyn was taller than me of the whole head, and we were an ugly couple. But in a couple of minutes a lot of people were dancing around us, and I felt a bit more relaxed. From somewhere, a few beers showed up too, and the party took off. NGOs world in Belet Weyne was mostly Anglo-Saxon, due to the previous presence of Canadian troops and to the early arrival of UN aid, and English was the only language used. Soon, I was in the midst of a happening international party. With a knowing smile, Carolyn handed me over to Lisa, and almost immediately the girl started closing up on me more and more. It was tough. I managed to escape around ten at night, with the excuse that I couldn't have my soldiers wait too long. Colonel Scaranzi, the Regiment Commander, questioned me with his eyes when I finally showed up at our camp, but said nothing. I went straight to the comms tent and I called the Brigade G2, my Intelligence direct superior, on the crypto channel. "Listen," I said when I finished reporting the whole story, "I can't swallow it. It's true I've lost a few kilos and got a nice tan since we arrived, but I don't believe I turned into a Latin lover the moment I crossed the Line. I never got girls falling into my arms this way, and I don't think it will start now. So, what the hell is wrong with this chick?" "Hmmm..." the Major on the other side mumbled a second, "WHA, you said, right? OK, I'll make a double check and call back tomorrow. 'Night, Roberto." "'Night, sir." The day after, I got an early call from Mogadishu. I couldn't wait. "So, it's very easy. I'd say it was obvious. You are a relatively fresh S2, and just attended a couple of NATO courses, right?" "That's correct." "Besides, you are unmarried, and the only English-speaker in the Regiment." "Right." "So, this is it: WHA is a cover-up for a well-known Intelligence agency when operating within NGOs world. They must have a file on you, and since you are the most reliable and easily accessible source of ours in Belet Weyne, they got you a girlfriend." I was dumbfounded. "But... But..." I stammered, "What the hell am I supposed to _do_ with her?" I could almost see the grin on the Major's face: "Son, I would like to have your problem myself. You say the chick is pretty; well, be happy and have fun!" "I just got engaged before leaving!" I almost cried. "Did you? Well, even their famous files can't be _always_ updated, I suppose... Your girlfriend will be patriotic enough to understand." "Sir, she is Dutch." "Shit. And maybe she is blonde, blue-eyed and long-legged, right?" "That's her." "My boy. You are in such deep shit. I promise I will take charge of both your troubles if you take any one of mine... Deal?" I sobbed: "Got it, sir. I'll do my duty..." "That's a good boy. Good luck, Roberto. And get me posted: I _love_ kinky stories..." I took a long tour that day: instead of touring inside the town, we drove straight west, past the airstrip and then deeply into the bush land, more and more away from the river, where the scrubs become smaller and drier, and the red sand gets more and more red. I had my small team with me: four Parachute Carabinieri from the 1st "Tuscania" Regiment, plus my intelligence aid, corporal Bianchi, and Mohammed, my interpreter. We had two jeeps, with an _Apilas_ antitank missile in each, long-range radios and GPS to track our position on the almost white maps. What does it mean white maps? Believe it or not, it means the maps were white, unfinished. Nobody ever cartographed the area, and only rivers and main trails were reported: the UTM grid was superimposed on almost completely blank papers. It took many hours to reach the only village in the wilderness. They had only one radio, and we were the first UN people to reach them since the beginning of the crisis. Well, it was no problems: untouched by the war, the village was pretty much better than any other we met before, by local standards. We went on further west, crossing into the Area of Responsibility of the French Brigade, and after quite a few more miles we met a Foreign Legion patrol, pretty similar to our one. We exchanged information, shared a quick meal by exchanging MREs, and parted again. It was almost dusk when we made it back to the camp, all filthy with sand, dust and sweat. I quickly reported to the Commander while the others were unloading the weapons and preparing for dinner, and then while I was going to reach them at the field canteen, an orderly from the duty officer reached me. "Sir," he told me, "A girl from one of the NGOs downtown came twice looking for you. The last time about an hour ago, and she looked quite agitated... Couldn't get what she wanted; only got your name and, "presto, presto". Duty officer ordered to report to you whenever you're back." Damn. "An hour ago, you say?" "Yessir. About." Too late to assemble a new party. I rushed to my patrol, stopped them from going to dinner, had them jump back into the jeeps and rolled out of the camp and into the town. You never know what could have happened to the bunch of women in the compound... The residence looked OK. When I rang the gate bell, my friend the bodyguard came quite fast, but looked unconcerned. I asked for Carolyn and he shook his head: "Out." "Miss Lisa?" "In." "Call her. Please." He closed the gate and went. The iron door reopened a minute later, and there Lisa was, in her sand African shirt and a long skirt of the same color, all fresh and jolly, her hair loosened on the shoulders: "Bob! How nice to see you... Come in." I blushed, but luckily it was not visible in the light and under my tanned, dirty face. The little tease just wanted to see me, and I scrambled out with |
my whole party like to go and save the princess from the dragoon... "Lisa, it's everything OK?" "Yes of course. Why?" OK. I told my guys to go back to the camp and only my aid to come and pick me back in two hours, or whenever I called by radio. They went, smiling their acknowledgement. The gate clanged behind me, and we walked to the veranda, Lisa slipping an arm under mine. "Oh, I'm so happy you came, Bob..." she purred, "Your soldiers told me something I could not understand, down at your camp... They said you gone, and I got worried." "I was on patrol to the west, Lisa..." "Oh, really? Where?" I mentioned the name of the village and she enlightened: "Really? Have you been over there? Oh, we planned to be there many times, but never dared to. It's so far away, and the roads are so bad... What did you find there?" We sat on the couches on the veranda, facing each other, and I noticed her shirt opened up quite a bit since I arrived. Which didn't harm at all. I bubbled a bit about the stupid village, and she drank all my words. Then she smiled: "I am a lousy host. Can I offer you something? A cola? Or maybe... A beer?" "A _beer_?" "Yes, you know... We _do_ have a little hidden stock for ourselves and the friends..." Listen... "A beer would be fine, thanks..." She raised and went to the fridge, still chatting: "Carolyn went to Moga today, together with Paula and Megan. Then, at midday, we got a call from the Chinese Canal, and both Sue Ann and Helen had to go with the other car... So I stayed alone to see for the residence with the two bodyguards which were left." Lisa winked, raising the beers and bending to put them on the table in such a way I got a good overlook to her perfect bosom: "I am not so comfortable, staying alone with those two guys, so I tried to find you." She sat back, only this time beside me instead in front: "Oh, I am so happy you came. I can't tell Carolyn I don't like to be here alone; she would laugh at me... It's easy for her; they don't look at her like they look at me!" She was really close by now, her hips and thigh pressed against mine and her sweet perfumed breath swoop around my face. Time to be gallant: "You're not their type anyway, Lisa. Somalis like tall and skinny ladies, just like Carolyn actually. You are too... Ahem... Too _rich_ for them, as far as I can say." Lisa smiled and pulled out her chest proudly... I noticed another button had gone, and by now I could see she wore no bra underneath. "Hmmm... Don't you like Somali girls? I think they are beautiful!" "Too skinny," I lied, "And far too tall for me." This made Lisa laugh. She wasn't taller than me: "True. Everybody here is so tall! We are no match for them, are we?" She really squeezed herself against me now. A clear invitation to put an arm around her shoulders, which I promptly did... I was a little embarrassed by the fact I didn't get a shower after my recce. Lisa accepted the embrace, and laid her head on my chest. It was so obvious, and I felt so stupid. I know what you are thinking. You are like the Major down in Mogadishu. But I am not your standard _Latin lover_ type. Why people always smile when I say I am a faithful boy? I've always been, and I believe I will always be. If I commit my feelings and heart, just like with my oath to the flag, I take the commitment seriously. I would loose my own self-respect if I betrayed my lover's trust, even if she never realize. It's not cowardy by me: it's _consistency_. That's why I felt stupid. I wanted to stay true to Karin, but I had to see Lisa's game too, it was my duty. So, I quickly reached an arrangement with my conscience, and decided that whatever was going to be, it was _not_ going to be a secret for Karin. Hell, she knew about the chick already, it was no fault of mine if we were cut off now. I would tell her, and she would understand... Hopefully, she would. I held Lisa tight, and she reeled in my embrace. "You smell of male," she said. "I am sorry," I stammered, "No time for a shower when I came back..." "Don't be silly," she laughed: "I mean it. I don't like perfumed wimps... I like to feel a real _man_ next to me." Maybe Lisa was a spy, but for sure she was a well trained one, at least as far as her seduction skills were concerned: the girl knew how to talk to a man. I caressed her hair, and then I kissed her on the head. She moaned, shivered and then raised her eyes on mine, smiling her invitation. I kissed her on the mouth. Lisa quickly offered me her tongue to play with, pressing her lips on mine and moving her warm body against mine. I left her a second to say: "We have only a couple of hours." "We will make them do," she smiled, pulling me back to her mouth. Our kiss got wilder, and a hand of mine went to her breasts, pulling her shirt open until my fingers felt the hardness of an erected nipple. "Hmmm..." she moaned, as I sipped the pinkish fleshy mound between my lips. I felt her hand caressing my head while I started suckling her hard point; feeling encouraged, I started probing with one hand between the folds of her skirt. I found the buttons, and I undid enough of them to slip under the hem, feeling the smoothness of her thighs under my hardened fingers. The girl's legs opened while my hand went up, sliding under the skirt and deep between her warm thighs. I was licking her nipple, when my right hand reached her crotch, and my fingertips found a moist, crispy bush. "Ohmm..." she panted, "Yesss..." Lisa wasn't wearing any underwear! I thought these tings were happening only in B-rated movies, but it was actually happening to me... And I wasn't going to complain. My middle finger quickly found her moist lips: by lightly pressing against them, slipped inside her hot slit, making her wince. "Oohhh, yes... Yesss..." This time her moan was louder. Lisa's slit was hot and slippery; I quickly slid in a second finger, starting to move slowly inside her, while my thumb kept moving amongst her thick pubic hair. Her moans started accelerating to the rhythm of my fingering, and I started tuning my suckling to her moans, causing them to get louder in turn. Soon, I was masturbating her towards an orgasm directly there, on the couch over the veranda. I wondered weather the thug at the gate could hear us, but in the end I didn't care much; neither of him nor of Lisa's respectability. The fucker could jerk off at the sound of her climax, for all I cared... Her nipple was growing harder and thicker in my mouth while Lisa's hand pulled me harder against her breast, while her hard breathing was accelerating towards a continuous growl, and my right hand, hidden under her skirt, kept digging inside her womanhood, deeper and faster. "Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh my God... Oh my God... Yes... Yes... Yeaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Lisa suddenly convulsed under my fingerfuck, arched and screamed out in ecstasy. I felt her whole body stiffening and heating up in exertion, and my fingers inside her steaming pussy got drenched in her love juice. I kept diving into her all along her orgasm, prolonging it as long as I could, until I felt her collapsing under my assault, and I slowed down my action between her legs to a standstill, while my wild suckling at her breast downsized to a delicate, intimate kiss. Lisa sobbed, and pulled me harder at her, before letting go completely. I let her rest a few seconds, and then I reached for her mouth to kiss her. Her lips were cold, the best sign she did actually reach the "small death". I removed my arm from under her skirt and held her tight, kissing her mouth deep and slow, and soon I felt her arms holding me back, strength coming back in her limbs while we kissed open-mouth with growing enthusiasm. I ate her mouth for what I felt was hours, and then I let go of her. "Whew!" she panted, smiling while re-opening her eyes, "That was something..." Lisa was quite a sight: she was lying on the couch, her shirt opened on her naked, pert tits, her skirt was unfolded around her wide open, bare legs; her pussy was still hidden under the little linen still covering her waist and groin, but the inner sides of her naked thighs were unmistakingly wet. My cock was exploding in my camouflaged trousers. Without taking my eyes from hers, I started unzipping my fly. When my fully erected cock emerged from the desert-patterned, dirty pants, Lisa lowered her look on it and smiled contentedly. She raised herself on the couch to a sitting position, with her bare breasts hanging free in front of her, opened her knees to allow me to close up, and grabbed my raging erection in her smooth hand. "Hmmm..." she moaned happily, "At last!" While she jerked me, I caressed her head, moving my fingers under her long, blond hair, pulling her face towards my groin. Lisa inspired deeply, moved her tongue along my shaft, caressed my hairy, dark and swollen balls, and finally opened her lips and swallowed my engorged cockhead. "Oohhh..." I gasped, feeling the warmth of her mouth all around my manhood. Lisa was good at giving head, almost as good as Alessia. She started pumping up with her right hand, while sucking and blowing strong with her young throat; meanwhile, her left hand was caressing my butt, hip and balls alternately. I was caressing her cute, blond head, enjoying the blowjob and feeling all my body relaxing and tensing at one time under her experienced oral ministrations. Then, after a while, I felt like regaining the initiative: I pulled her strongly by the ears, thrusting all the way down her throat. Lisa gagged under my sudden thrust; I felt my cock pushing down her red-hot throat, clenched in the moistest and softest of the embraces, and I purposely started fucking her face. The girl grasped my ass, striving to breath while I thrust mercilessly in between her ears; then, after adjusting to the brutal rhythm I was forcing her into, she started deepthroating me like a pro. Most definitely, Lisa got a _very_ good training. I fucked her face until I felt my cock stirring, then I stopped and let her go: I didn't want to finish up so early. Lisa gasped for air, all red in her face, and looked up at me, a sharp look in her eyes, an intoxicating mix of rage and lust. "You bastard," she panted, "I was almost choking..." "But you liked it, didn't you?" I grinned wickedly. She didn't answer: her wide-opened eyes and nostrils, her reddened cheeks, her rapid breathing, as well as her swollen nipples, were telling everything about her arousal. She just looked at me, in expectation. I didn't want to fail her. I grabbed her by the forearm, pulled her up and tossed her on her knees over the couch. Obediently, Lisa positioned herself to be taken doggie-style, her elbows and chin on the back of the couch, and her bottom up in the air in open offer, just like a bitch on heat would do. I grabbed her wide hips, lifted her skirt up to her back to uncover her rounded buttocks, and caressed the soft, pink and silky skin of her bare bottom. I moved a hand down along a leg, and then back up, between her thighs, until I found her moist pussy hair. "Uuhhh..." she moaned, "Yes, please... Take me. Take me hard..." Her hairy lower lips opened like a flower, and once again my finger entered her slit, causing the girl to gasp with lust. I fingered her dripping slit for a little, to prepare her for the real thing; then I grabbed my shaft, moved the cockhead along her moist crack, down to her wet hole, pushed against the open entrance, and slowly maneuvered myself into her. "Oohhh..." she moaned again, instinctively pushing back to be taken fully. I held her firmly by the hips, and trusted home with one, determined drive. Lisa gasped breathless: "Ouch!" My cock sank into her belly like in hot, melted butter, and Lisa's blond hair trusted back as her torso arched at the feeling of my sudden intrusion. "Oh yes... Yes!" she panted, "Fuck me. Fuck me! _Fuck meeeeee_!" And fuck her I did, mercilessly. Lisa was holding herself at the back of the couch, and from her position she could watch directly out of the veranda and straight to the gate where the gunman was still standing. It was only about fifty metres away, and I could bet the thug could clearly hear the girl's moans. We were still almost completely dressed: I just opened my fly, and I was fucking Lisa standing on my boots with my legs open enough to allow me being with my groin at the girl's hole level. She had both her shirt and skirt almost completely unbuttoned, but for the rest I didn't undressed her at all: her skirt was wrapped up her back, leaving her naked from the waist down, and her shirt was opened enough to leave her heavy naked tits to hang invitingly and bounce sexily at every thrust I slammed into her. Fucking like a mink in that humid and hot air, I was sweating like a horse at his last mile, so I started getting rid of the heavy gear: I undid my belt with the side weapon, the knife and all the rest of the combat gear, letting it fall on the floor, and then I slipped off both the jacket and the green t-shirt, remaining naked from my waste up, the metal plate banging on my sweating chest. Under me, Lisa was panting and gasping with pleasure, herself soaked in sweat: I could feel it while caressing her soft skin along her long thighs or under her flat belly. "Oh! Oh! Oohhh..." she was moaning, "Oh my God... Oh my God I am coming... I am coming... I am cummin _NNNNGGG_!!!" Lisa's final yell of pleasure came the moment I grabbed her bouncing bare breasts and squeezed them, pulling myself inside her to the hilt at the same time. Instantly, I felt all her muscles contracting like if her whole body was tearing apart. She arched, as her vaginal muscles clenched around my cock like a vice, and then her orgasm exploded when I reached the deepest inside her belly. The girl convulsed under me like if under torture, and her pussy almost milked me empty while I was enjoying the warm softness of her rounded, full breasts. I barely managed to control myself, but I knew I was on the very edge. I held my ground while her orgasmic spasms slowly subsided, and then I pulled out of her, while grabbing a handful of her long hair, pulling her to the side and pointing my throbbing cock at her upturned, young face. I jerked on her face for a second, before the girl realized she was still alive and then, feeling my dick banging her cheeks, Lisa reopened her mouth and swallowed again my swollen, purple cockhead. "Oohhh, yes..." I gasped, feeling her experienced throat clenching the mushroom of the gland, "Yes, suck me off... I'm gonna cum... _Yeaaaahhhhhh_!!!" I exploded deep down into Lisa's throat, shooting directly into her stomach a full blast of thick cum, which made her gag. Lisa coughed, swallowed that first spurt of sperm, and then gasped for air, trying to open her mouth, with the result that my second shot exploded in her open mouth and splashed out, washing her purple-red face and dripping down from all around her lips and chin. I wanted to enjoy that climax the best I could, but I would never miss the scene, so I forced my eyes wide shut and watched as my third blast of white seed hit her cheek, splashed over her nose, eye, and ended up making a mess into her hair. The next shot was less powerful, and hit lower, again into her open mouth and down on her chin and neck. Lisa swallowed what she could, licked her lips and started collecting droplets on her fingers, as my sperm kept reaching her pretty face, until the last drops ended on her shirt, on the couch and on my own trousers. "Oh God..." I panted exhausted, watching all the thick, whitish cum slowly dripping from the girl's face on the couch and on her own naked chest. I could barely stand on my legs, while Lisa, panting heavily, tried to collect herself. She was a mess: my sperm was everywhere in her hair, on her face and down on her chest, and both the shirt and the couch looked helplessly stained. With a wicked smile, Lisa collected some more cum on her fingers and sucked them clean, before caressing my softening weapon. "Hmmm... I hoped in something tasty from you, but not this much!" she said, clumsily standing to her feet. We were now facing each other, and after a second of hesitation, Lisa grabbed me, pushing her cum-covered tits into my bare chest, and kissed me open-mouth with her dirty lips. I never liked my own cum taste, but that time it was such a perverted experience that after a second of surprise I held her tight and answered her dirty kiss with enthusiasm, suckling my own sperm from her twisting tongue and squeezing her satisfied body between my arms until my cock started winching again. Feeling that, Lisa pulled out and looked at me breathing hard, with a dirty expression in her messed-up face. "Let's go to my room," she panted with a broken voice: "I want to fuck you to death, but I want to do that naked in my bed!" Breathless, I let go of her, grabbed my jacket and gear, and followed her through the corridor. We went along a kitchen, a depot, a bathroom, a couple of closed rooms, and stopped in front of another closed door, almost at the end of the corridor, where another external door opened on the rear courtyard where WHA cars were parked. Lisa opened the door and smiled at me with her lovely wicked look: "Here it is. I share the room with Melissa, but she's on holyday in Kenya until the end of the month..." I grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her again in the mouth. She kissed back with enthusiasm, and while dancing with our tongues in each other's mouth, I started stripping her naked. First, her stained shirt fell on the floor. Then I finished unbuttoning the skirt, and that too fell down. My stuff followed swiftly. Lisa was naked in my arms... Ready to be ravaged in her own bed. I pushed her in, and she fell on her back over the bed closer to the entrance. I closed the door, pulling our clothes (and my pistol) in, locked it, and turned to her. Lisa lay on her bed, naked. Legs and arms open in invitation, her lush blond pussy hair sparkling on her honey-colored skin. Only her sandals and watch were dressing her besides her nice African tan. The most un-sexy thing about soldiering is that before joining a lady in bed you are supposed to get rid of your combat boots, which may take more time than advisable when the lady is waiting naked and ready. I accomplished that in a record time, slipped out of my remaining cloths, and finally approached the bed enjoying the look of my mate. Lisa was solidly built: strong bones, large shoulders and hips, and nicely trained muscles. Far from the skinny type I got to be used with slender and tall Karin and in a way closer to Alessia, but with nicer legs and in a blonde version. She had really nice tits, rounded and firm, with pointed and thick nipples... Probably the best pair of tits I ever fucked. It seemed to me, Lisa didn't mind what she saw either. Hell, I was in quite good shape myself: by the time, I had definitely lost my big family cheeks, the love belt was lost in the memory and I was nicely tanned from the waist on from the camp working out. Her legs open and arms tensed towards me in an open invitation, she smiled at me: "Come here, you soldier boy... Prove me your worth once more!" I grinned, and climbed on the bed. I lay over her naked body, feeling her soft breasts heaving warmly against my chest while her arms closed over my back. The girl's legs clenched around my hips, and our mouths met in a long, wet and passionate kiss. I felt my cock hardening against her belly, and decided this one was going to last: I got free of her arms, and started kissing my way down, following the curves of her naked body. I sipped the tender flesh of her neck side, nursed at her left breast, savored her erected nipple, sniffed her flat stomach, suckled her belly bottom, caressed with my lips and cheek her hips, and finally felt the crispy touch of her fair pussy hair on my chin. I fell on my knees on the pavement, sinking between her wide-open legs, savoring now the intoxicating perfume of her excited sex, felt on my cheeks the warm softness of her inner thighs, and at last I pushed my tongue into the curls of her bush, seeking for her throbbing, freshly fucked opening. "Hmmm..." Lisa moaned feeling my experienced tongue reaching into her intimacy, "Oh yes, I like it..." Licking between her golden pussy hair, I found her outer lips: they were moist with her arousal, and I licked my way inside her, until I felt also her inner lips flowered open and greeted me with a gush of her juicy love honey. "Oohhh..." she moaned again, louder. I felt her bare thighs closing around my head, her whole body warming up and trembling slightly as the pleasure started mounting. While still eating her juicy love box, I slipped my arms under Lisa's now clenched legs and reached her stomach, helping opening her up to better reach inside her. Now my tongue was probing deep into her moist slit, capturing more and more of her honey as the young woman's arousal was growing. After sipping another gush of juice from her intimacy, I suddenly dribbled out of Lisa's hole, driving up to her hardened love button. The girl stiffened and arched her back, as she let go a muffled scream: "Uhnnngg!!! Oh my God... Oohhh..." I captured her clit between my lips and started nibbling it, making her roll and buckle on her hips. I felt her hands grasping my short hair and pulling my head into her, while her soft-skinned thighs clenched me harder, like they wanted to squeeze my skull open. I could sense she was close now: her breathing had accelerated so fast that any second her orgasm could break down. I moved my right hand back under my chin and found the way into her, dig two fingers up her now soaked slit, and found the secret, inner mound deep inside her vagina. By now, I was truly eating her out. Lisa was moaning and bubbling louder and louder, her breath kept accelerating, and her whole body was shaking without control. Suddenly, I suckled hard at Lisa's clit, and in the same moment I pushed hard against her newly found g-spot. It was like pulling a trigger: the girl's climax detonated with the speed and power of a thunderbolt. I felt her fingers tightening behind my neck, like they were going to pierce into my head, and felt like drowning into her soaked pussy, while her legs clenched like a vice around my ears. "Oh!" she gasped, shaking and convulsing without control under my combined and determined assault to her most sensitive spots, "Oohhh... Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God... _OH MY GAAAWWD-D-D-D_!!!!!!!!!!!" I kept on suckling and pushing, and she kept cumming for what looked ages, and her juice poured out of her like a stream in season, allowing me to properly eat her to satiation. Lisa's convulsions went on with her climax, along with her curses and screams, until she finally collapsed on her bed, incapable to take more. I sensed her surrender, and paced down my action, relaxing my fingertips inside her and letting go of her swollen clit; my tongue went down along her drenched slit, sipping all the juice that was trickling out of her. Her exhausted frame was still trembling out of her exertion when I finally raised my head to look at her: Lisa's eyes were closed; her breasts were heaving fast, as she was trying to recover her breath, and her hands lay lifeless along her used body. I moved beside her on the bed, held her tight in my arms and lay a kiss on her now cold lips. She didn't react, and I kissed her stronger, pushing my tongue inside her mouth, to let her taste herself. After a short hesitation, I felt her tongue react; she winced a second, and finally accepted my intrusion, answering the kiss. Her weak arms circled my shoulders pulling me over, and in a second we were passionately French-kissing each other in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Aftermath? I was far from done with this lewd young lady. I was feeling her soft breasts pushing against my chest: her nipples were piercing like needles while we kissed open-mouth, trying to eat each other's breath out. My cock was pushing in turn against her stomach, as if willing to fuck her into her navel. It was a matter of small movements: without breaking our kiss, I slipped in between her open legs, sank my cockhead in the bush of her pussy hair, pushed it against the drenched inner lips of her hole, and fucked into her with a merciless thrust of my hips. "Hnnngg..." she moaned inside my mouth, feeling my hot shaft driving inside her steaming hole. "Uuhhh..." I groaned back, feeling as getting swallowed into her hungry belly. Lisa's pussy was as warm and wet as a tropical jungle. Her inner muscles weren't as trained as Karin's, but the girl was young and tight, so the feeling on my dick was almost the same. I felt her arms holding my shoulders and back, and her legs closing around my hips, so I opened my knees to get a base, and slowly started to fuck her. We didn't stop kissing, and our coupling remained a quiet and slow one for quite a while: I wanted to spare her long enough to let her time to recover and I wanted to enjoy the screw as long as possible. When I felt she started answering my thrusts and her arms and legs were holding me stronger, I started pushing deeper into her, but without changing my rhythm. I broke our kiss, and stood on my arms to be able look what I was fucking. I liked what I saw: Lisa was all red in her face, her hair was in a mess, her eyes were wide open and her honey-colored skin was shining with a thin layer of sweat from the previous exertion. Her breasts were bouncing at each thrust I was slamming into her belly, and her pink nipples were twisting in the air, showing all her appreciation for the ministrations I was delivering to her. It was due time to start accelerating the rhythm: my little tart was closing up again, and I must admit I started feeling the day in my muscles... I kept both direction and depth of my movement, but raised my fucking tempo, causing her to squirm and moan louder, and then I slammed deeper into her, loosing rhythm and direction and getting more violent. Lisa got wild. With a loud scream, she sank her fingernails into my back and her heels into my thighs, pushing me all the way into herself. Her own legs clenched at me like a vice and I realized I was going to loose it. "Oh my... Oh my..." she gasped, all red and sweaty in her face, "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... Yeah! Oh yeah... I'm cumming... I'm cumming..." She was pretty close and me with her. No time to wonder about contraception. I slammed into her wildly, and hit the bottom. " _AH_! Ah... Ah... Ah... Aaaaahhhhhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaarrggghhhhhhh!!!" she screamed when my cockhead reached her cervix, making her explode into yet another and more powerful orgasm. Her uncontrolled, feral convulsions threw me over the edge too, and I blasted my second, long held burst against the back of her young womb. "Oh my God, yes!" she yelled, feeling my hot and thin sperm filling her insides, "Yes! Fill me... Fill me... Oh my God... Oh my Gaaawwdd-d-d... Yeaaaaaagghhhhhhh!!!" I felt myself shooting sperm deep into this girl for almost a full minute, it was like my whole brain liquefied and sprayed into her pussy my most intimate essence. Spurt after spurt of cum shot into Lisa, in a never-ending burst of pleasure, which left both of us totally spent. When her convulsions subsided, she almost collapsed under me; I lasted just a second longer, and then collapsed completely over her shaking body, in a heap of sweaty, exhausted and satisfied human flesh. Still plugged inside her, I softly kissed her lips, and muttered: "I'm done, honey." "That's just as fine," she panted, "I'm dead." We lay a while on top of each other, and then I felt strong enough to rise on my arms and pull out of her. "Uh!" she sobbed, as I exited her, and then smiled when I caressed her feet. I admired her firm, strong frame lying naked on her bed, her legs open to show proudly her well-fucked pussy: my sperm was slowly oozing out of her sloppy entrance, soaking her already drenched golden bush and trickling down her inner thighs to make a puddle in the very centre of the bed. I caressed her along her soft-skinned thighs, then her cum-soaked pubic hair, her flat stomach, her firm, warm breasts, and I lay to kiss her in the mouth. Lisa answered the kiss, and in a second we just lay in her destroyed bed, kissing and cuddling in the most classic of the lovemaking aftermaths... "I am dead," she repeated, and laughed softly: "And lucky me, you were already tired yourself, poor thing!" I growled something about _soldiering trains you to hard battles_, and she laughed again. "You're being out in the bushes tomorrow too?" Uh. _After pleasure, time to be back at work_, I thought: "Well, actually yes. I'm gotta go east, between the Imperial Road and the American Highway, just north of Bulo Burti. There are those damned technicians from ENI, with their prospections..." I felt Lisa stiffening. It was just a second, had I not expected it, I'd never noticed. "Oh? What is ENI, another NGO?" _Bingo_, I thought. There we were... "ENI is our national oil company. They must believe wherever there is sand, there must be oil too..." "Silly Billies," was her casual comment: "And they are searching for it north- east of Bulo Burti?" "Uh-uh. And guess who has to escort them there?" "Oh, poor you! Will you have to stay away for long?" It sounded like she was sorry to lose me, sweet girl... "No. Just the day. Time to set up the camp and the guards, and I'll come back." "Good," she smiled: "I wouldn't mind to _train_ another little bit with you, soldier boy..." _Mission accomplished_, I thought within myself. And felt a bit less bad, thinking there _was_ a reason why I had just been untrue to Karin. It may be a disillusion to all believers in UN and international solidarity, but chance wants that besides the four major involved powers in Restore Hope (US, France, Germany and Italy), there were also the corresponding oil companies. All very busy in drilling into the sand of the respective Army Area of Responsibility to seek for unknown oil depots. Well, you can't expect Nations perform major operations like _Restore Hope_ just for free... Well, I didn't lie... Not completely. I would never do that to friends... I was just a bit imprecise, and you can forgive me that, considering my delicious blonde spy had just fucked the shit out of my brain... ENI _was_ drilling northeast of Bulo Burti; just _much_ north of it, and actually even north of Belet Weyne. A satellite would have worked uselessly, in the next few hours... WHA held a party a week later. Apart from the hidden background, it seemed like my affaire with Lisa was useful to the relationship between UNOSOM troops and the NGOs community, since this time the invitation was extended to both us and the other European contingents (they forgot the Nigerians, but also humanitarian agencies _may_ be a little bit racist, don't they?). The two Regiment Commanders declined, but sent a representation... As usual, our representative was just me, while the others came in strength: S2, S3, S5 and S6 all attended... And they all were outranking me. There was the local political coordinator of UNOSOM with his beautiful Somali secretary, and then all a score of representatives from humanitarian agencies and organizations in town. It was quite well organized, considering our situation, and again I wondered about how much money WHA had available for this mission... Good music, snacks, and scores of soft drinks. After the locals left around dusk, and also the elder members had said goodbye (including the political coordinator and two of the other Army officers), the beer appeared, followed quickly by Gin and Whisky. Music background turned to modern disco, and the WHA women got quite wild, Carolyn in lead. Our tall host grabbed the S3, actually the second in command of their Regiment, and had him in the middle of the room, dancing like in a Berlin underground club. Actually, also the music turned out to be modern European disco dance, and the poor guy looked so happy he soon forgot where he was. As I mentioned earlier, I still was young and naïve... I was quite surprised how quickly that stiff high ranking Staff officer turned into the willing victim of a hungry woman: in less than five minutes, the two were hugging and kissing in a corner, while the rest of the remaining guests were getting almost as wild. Well, none of my business anyway. Lisa was as wild as the others: she also got more than a glass of Gin and Tonic on top of her previous beers, and her blouse was far more open in the front than it used to be at the beginning of the party, and the same long buttoned skirt of a few days before was also more open that advisable for a girl who forgets to wear her undies. The young bitch was on heat, and I was ready to oblige her. We started groping and kissing on our patio couch, and I had soon a bare breast in my hand while French-kissing the more than willing owner. Music was still loud, and I started being annoyed with the noise, not to mention the number of elder couples who started making out straight away all around us. We were by far the youngest people around, and it seemed I was the only sober at all... I had only one beer, and didn't even finish the can, which was now rolling on the floor, spreading its content between the feet of the drunken Swedish bitch from Save the Children, who was dancing sexily with the local agent of the World Food Programme, a kind Australian guy with a thick gray bear who was far more drunk than her. "Couldn't we escape to your room?" I asked breaking the kiss for a second. Lisa kissed me back, and then purred: "No... Let's stay here and enjoy the music." I felt her hand on my crotch, trying to unzip my fly. In the middle of the room, one of my colleagues was already bare-chested: Megan, the youngest doctor of WHA, was going quite directly at what she wanted, and was clearly trying to get into his trousers... The guy was not going to resist for long. Nor was the S3: Carolyn was a few years older than Megan, but also quite experienced. She herself was quite disheveled by now, her long skirt was pretty open on one side, and her blouse was open enough to show clearly she wore no bra. Actually, she looked far more attractive than I thought, considering her age. Lisa didn't want to leave the living room. But there was no way I was going to stay, sensing what was going to take place. So I pulled her on the feet and pushed her back against the patio door, like as to feel the fresher air of the night. Lisa did not resist that, and soon I had one hand between her legs, and a hard nipple between my lips. "Hmmm... Yes, do me Bob, please. Oh, I'm so horny..." she moaned, while I started enjoying the taste of her tender flesh. My fingers sank in the dump bush of her pubic hair, and in no time slid between her lips and into her steamy slit. "Oohhh..." Lisa was ready and willing. Her nipple felt deliciously thick and hard in my watering mouth. I moved a little bit more out, and suddenly we were out of the enlightened area, safe in the shadow of the patio. I started masturbating Lisa with two fingers, while I was actively sucking her nipple. She gasped and twisted, shaking in my arms. "Get down," I whispered in her ear with command voice: "I |
'm gonna fuck your head." The young whore was more than happy to oblige. She fell on her knees and quickly opened my trousers, discovering a very erected cock ready to be worked out. I felt her experienced hand starting pumping, then her hot tongue caressed the bulb, and finally her soft lips closed on the engorged shaft... Lisa started blowing me hard, and I grasped her hair in one hand to force her into my favorite rhythm: I was truly going to fuck her little brain out. From my standing position in the shadows, I enjoyed a good view of most of the living room. Apart from Megan and her guy, who must have been somewhere behind the wall I was hanging against, I could see at least four couples making out, plus two or three other guys sitting drunkenly at the vimini chairs and Helen, the oldest of the WHA doctors, moving around the stereo. As I mentioned before, Lisa was very good at giving head. Her throat was so hot and still so soft, and I really felt like I was going to cum between her ears in a very short while. That was not my idea, so I pulled out and I forced her back on her feet. Lisa panted hard, trying to recover her breath after her deepthroating. I could hardly see her face, but I could bet she was smiling satisfied when I pushed her with the face against the wall. I lifted her skirt over her back, forced her legs open and pushed again two fingers inside her fuckhole, to prepare her for coupling. She positioned herself, holding with the hands against the wall, ready for the onslaught, and I emplaced my cock between her sweaty buttocks, aiming at her entrance. I held her firmly by her wide hips, and impaled her. Lisa yelled loud in the night, feeling my sudden invasion, but inside the room they were so busy and drunk that nobody cared. I pierced my way into her pussy mercilessly, sinking balls-deep inside her body, and kept her tight in position to get her stretched muscles used to my intrusion. "Aw! You bastard, it hurts..." she muttered breathlessly, but then she added: "But don't stop, please... Oh God, it's so good. Hmmm..." She moved a hand between her legs to start fingering her clit, and as I felt her lubrication increasing, I started fucking her in a standing position; it was quite uncomfortable, especially for her, but gave me a good view of what was happening inside. Our position on the couch had been taken by Carolyn and her mate: I could not see the guy, hidden by the back of the sofa, but the WHA Chief was slowly bouncing up and down on him, making the furniture squeaking under their movements. The centre of the room was occupied by the Swedish/Australian couple: the bitch was straddling the Aussie giving her naked back to me, and in the meantime she was trying to work something out of the crotch of another guy I didn't know, who looked quite drunk and sat on a vimini chair next to them. I could also see Megan, next to the edge of my sight: she was on her knees, between the legs of the other Officer who lay naked on the floor, and her head was bobbing up and down in what looked like quite a blowjob. I couldn't see the face of the guy, but there was no doubt from his moans that he was enjoying the treat. Sue Ann, another WHA lady, was on another vimini chair, and somebody I couldn't recognize was giving her head: she was groping her own massive breasts, which were popping out of her blouse and bra, and holding her legs around the guy's shoulders. Another two guys were around: one lied passed out on the floor, and another one from the Federation of Red Crescent and Red Cross was slowly jerking off watching Carolyn fucking her guy in front of him. Helen had disappeared, and actually also Paula, the last doctor from WHA, was missing. Either they retired to their rooms (alone or in company), or they were busy with something else. Lisa was panting hard under my strokes, and I was enjoying the firm and warm body I was fucking with no regards for her own needing... Not that she seemed minding at all. I cupped a bouncing breast with a hand and squeezed it wickedly while pumping into the girl's channel. " _Ouch_!" she gasped, fucking back to get me as deep as possible, "You bloody bastard, it hurts! What the fuck happened to you, be gentle... Oohhh... Oh, yes, like that... Oh, do me; do me like that, yes! Oh, yes! Oh! Oohhh..." I didn't like the situation, it was a clear set up, and there had to be a reason for it. Lisa was trying to trick me, and that's why I was treating her like a piece of meat. My problem was that she liked it... A flash. No doubts, it was a fucking camera flash, shot from the courtyard. Damnit, I thought I was safe in the darkness, but clearly somebody took the hassle to walk out and snap a picture to us from behind... Okay, nothing I could do about it now. At least, they didn't get me in the middle of an orgy, but simply screwing a tart against a wall. And screwing the tart I kept on doing, enjoying it all the more now that my suspects had been confirmed. Inside, the action was peaking. Helen had reappeared, and almost immediately after she showed in, Carolyn faked an orgasm, screaming out loud and tossing her hair around like if she just reached paradise. Megan finished off her guy a second later, with a wicked final suck and a fast hand job, which caused the poor thing to shoot into the sky. Also Sue Ann came violently, or at least she pretended to, and immediately after she pushed her partner away: it was then that I recognized the UN political administrator... I thought he left, but clearly he came back to enjoy himself with fewer witnesses. The only two couples still at it were us and the Swedish/Australian one. Poor Lisa wasn't in charge, and probably the other two lovers weren't part of the set up. The Swede was accelerating her rhythm, riding her older partner to frenzy, her small pointed tits bouncing and swaying on his red face, and I thought the Aussie was lucky to be in a house stuffed with doctors, just in case he got a hart attack... "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Lisa was getting louder, and peoples inside finally noticed us: "Oh Yeah! Yeah! _Yeaaaaahhhhhh_..." The girl surrendered with a long cry of delight, and I felt her cunt muscles contracting viciously around my shaft. If I were more into it, I would cum violently, but being worried for what was going on in reality and angry at myself for letting myself taken by that flash even being aware of the risk, I was mentally distant, and it was difficult for me to cum. When Lisa's orgasm subsided, I pulled out and forced her back on her knees. In the lounge, the Swede had reached her climax, and a long squeal of delight signaled it to everybody. I could see sperm trickling down from her still stuffed fuckhole, creaming the Aussie's testicles and thighs. After her orgasm, the woman collapsed on her mature partner, and the two lay there in a heap. I forced my cock into Lisa's eager mouth and she resumed her deepthroating, while jerking me with her hand. It looked like I was the only guest who didn't come yet, so I obliged as fast as I could. It was not difficult: Lisa's mouth was so hot and wet, and her gorge so tight, that in a matter of seconds I shot a thick load of cum deep into the girl's throat. Lisa gasped, chocked and panicked, trying to pull free of my grip, but I held her tight by the ears, forcing her mercilessly to swallow my sticky load. She coughed and gasped again, spitting sperm and swallowing at the same time, trying desperately to get rid of all the goo that was engorging her mouth and throat. Finally, I let go of her ears and hair, allowing the lewd lady to catch back her breath, as cum spurted out of her mouth, and some more weak jets splashed on her upturned, red face. When Lisa laid her back against the wall, exhausted, cum was matting her hair, dripping along her check, trickling down her chin and straining her naked breasts; she was a mess. The orgy was over. I didn't take the risk to enter the lounge again and getting busted on a picture between all those naked and gooey people, so I just left through the courtyard, wondering who won the game. Hell, for sure I got a hell of a fun! *** I was angry at the WHA women because of the trap they lay for us at the party, and grew more and more apart from Lisa, despite her attempts to keep close. She kept coming to our camp asking for me, but I was always away for her; our soldiers were smiling, and Colonel Scaranzi started jokingly asking weather he could take her over. We saw each other at the weekly meetings, of course, but I always avoided remaining alone with her. Another reason that made me angry was that I realized our comrades in the next camp had completely changed attitude: from friendly and outgoing, they turned awkward and very suspicious... I easily guessed a few pictures had come out already, and even my Commander was so pissed with the situation, that he also told me to reduce my contacts with Lisa, no matter what G2 was saying in Mogadishu. The only thing that intrigued me was to see weather my picture with Lisa would ever show out... Finally, after another meeting at their own compound, she managed to corner me in the shadows of the courtyard wall, and forced a hug and a kiss out of me. It was the first time in my life I got "harassed" so plainly, and I must admit it wasn't so bad. I answered the kiss, rolling my tongue in her open and willing mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth, while wondering with my hands on her firm body. One hand cupped her butt, while the other slipped into her boson, getting hold of a soft, rounded breast. The girl moaned with pleasure, and after a few seconds of more French-kissing and groping, during which I opened her shirt to show her beautiful, uncovered boobs, she slipped on her knees and got hold of my zipper. In no time, my cock was in her mouth. I was a young male at war, the situation was getting more and more nasty, and I did enjoy Lisa's oral ministrations to full extent. While she was giving me head, I noticed the gunman at the gate was looking at us intently. It was Hamid, the same guy of the first time I came, and the one Lisa claimed she didn't like to have around while being alone. What the hell. I grabbed Lisa's head with both hands, and plainly started fucking her skull, enjoying her total submission and the soft, wet tightness of her gorge. It was a quick, brutal affair: she deep-throated me shamelessly under the eyes of her bodyguard, and I used her head to pleasure myself without any human respect, which I strongly suspected she liked. Soon, I felt my testicles tickle dangerously, my muscled tensed and I groaned in total ecstasy, shooting into Lisa's throat once again. This time, the naughty girl was not caught off guard: she knew what she was up against, and was ready to take my load down her throat without chocking. It was me, the one who didn't want her to swallow everything: satisfied with her first gulps, I pulled put of her mouth and aimed purposefully at her bare chest. I held myself an extra second to raise the inner pressure, and then I released three extra blasts of sperm that washed Lisa's beautiful, naked breasts. 'Hmmm..." she moaned, satisfied by my show of power. I looked down at her: a thin rope of cum was trickling down the corner of her mouth, while a number of thick, white streams of sperm were pouring down her firm, round tits and drenching her sand-colored open shirt. The girl looked quite a mess, and I felt quite proud of it. "Nice," she purred with a dirty smile, cleaning the semen from her mouth, and then starting rubbing the rest of it on the mess of her honey-colored naked chest: "Why don't we do this more often? You have been avoiding me, lately..." "I've been busy, Lisa," I replied, matter-of-factly, zipping up my fly as after taking a pee. "Hmmm..." she giggled, cleaning her soaked fingers with her tongue, "You may have been busy, but your weapon needed to unload quite badly... And me too!" True. I wanted to say something nasty, but only shrugged instead. I just pinched at her sperm-wet nipple making her squeal and left, leaving her all messed up with sperm in that dark corner of the courtyard. I passed fast in front of the smiling gunman and left the gate to reach my waiting jeep. *** Lisa didn't appreciate the humiliation, and from that day, she started looking upset and even hostile every time we met, which as I said was happening just when I really _had_ to. Apparently, she had given up with her seduction mission, which was OK with me: I rather delivered my casual fake information directly to Carolyn, whom at least I appreciated for her professionalism. Girls will be my ruin, I know. Even when I am not involved directly, they cause problems. I mean, when that team from ARD (German TV) came to our camp asking to film something interesting since the German Contingent had at the time such strict national ROEs that they could hardly move, I thought Colonel Scaranzi would offer them a cold tea and send them away. Instead, he had a long look to the slender (and not-so-dressed) figure of a pretty assistant of the team chief, offered them a tea all right, and then ordered me to take the TV team with me on my daily patrol. Of course, the young lady staid in our camp with the team leader, and I found myself around in the bushes with a goddamned Mercedes jeep behind and two ugly and long-beard German journalists, eager to film anything I could offer them. Well, I thought it was just upsetting, but I didn't take into account Murphy's Law. After a few kilometers in the bush, we met a _Melanzana_ ("Eggplant", an old truck where the goods were carried in layers, like in our _Melanzane alla Parmigiana_ : upper level was the passengers, which lay on top of the animals, which lay on top of the goods, which hide the smuggled weapons). The driver stopped and told us that in the nearest village they found a mine. The interpreter translated, and the journalists got all excited. We went on the scene and came right into the centre of the village. There was a crowd, everybody was waiting for us, and the chief of the village showed to us, very proudly, their landmine. It was an old, Chinese-made antitank mine. It lay there, uncovered in the centre of the "main square" of the village. The journalists got berserk filming. I was fuming. Problem: the rules in the case you find a mine during a patrol are simple: you mark the spot and call a specialized EOD (Explosive Ordnance Deliver) Team, which will dispose of the nasty thing. Yes, but those stupid journalists were there to witness action, and were filming everything. I could almost see that night TV News in Germany: "UN patrol find a mine in a poor African village, and leave it there for the children to play with, postponing any action to the moment an engineer will be available..." My Commander would not be pleased, nor my Prime Minister would. OK, let's think hard (which for a soldier may be not so easy). The Germans were filming, so something _had_ to be done; the mine was in the middle of the village, so it couldn't have _always_ been there; we knew that _usually_ the Somalis forget to fuse land mines. I checked the damned thing, and I could spot no wires or manumission... I was not a booby-trap. I hoped. I had everybody around move away, and then I breathed deeply. I said a prayer, I thought of Karin, and finally, I lifted the mine with two hands. Nothing happened. The Germans were filming enthusiastically. I sobbed, thinking how small my pay was; compared with the civil technicians doing exactly that job where security conditions were a little bit better, and then I carried the stupid piece of iron to my jeep, or "removing it for later disposal", as I wrote in my report. My driver was a bit uncomfortable during the drive back, but the journalists were quite pleased. That evening, Colonel Scaranzi laughed half an hour, patting me on the shoulders, and that was my best reward. On August the 15th, which for us represents the heart of summer holidays, I got my most challenging engagement. A band of gunmen, which later resulted to be but the hired guards of the compound, had seized the World Food Program depot in the centre of Belet Wayne, claiming they had not been paid and asking for their rights... In Europe we would call it a strike, only in Somalia this was performed with weapons and became urban warfare. We had only a handful of troops available to react at the moment, since our Quick Reaction Force was committed next to the borderline, the Nigerians were neither willing nor allowed to engage into city fight, and the Germans weren't allowed to conduct proper combat operations by their government. So there I was, with half a platoon and two armored recce vehicles to storm a wall-ringed compound, defended by people trained to do it... OK, I will not go into too many details. Suffice to say that I sneaked in with my Intelligence Aid while our soldiers were offering a show in front of the main gate, and while he covered me from a decent position, I just showed in the courtyard where the thugs were collected, and played the angry _white massa_. It may sound not politically correct, but those kinds of superiority shows still hold a deep impact on local warlords. I just barked something in English, and then I moved to the gate, challenging them to stop me. I opened the gate lock without they could decide to shoot at me, and in a minute my men were inside the compound, on the walls and on the roofs. We just collected the weapons of the thugs and kicked them out, leaving Alistair, the Australian local director of the agency, to retake possession of his compound. The guy was actually very nice with us after the action, contrary of what usually happens with most NGOs volunteers: he wanted to shake hands with our soldiers, and then invited the platoon Commander and me for a drink to his temporary accommodation. After the gunmen took over his compound, he had moved into the Save the Children compound, guest of his Swedish friend, and all his personal belongings were still there. After sending our boys back to the camp and leaving a squad to protect the compound as long as the Aussie hired another team of guards, I escorted the guy back to the Save the Children compound to pick up his stuff. There, I declined the whisky he offered me, and accepted a cold tea. For once, his Swedish friend was less bitchy than usual, and even smiled when thanked me for helping her friend. Apparently, she just believed soldiers were just thugs like her own gunmen, and was pleased to realize we might also be useful. Sometimes. Apart from her bitchy attitude, her company wasn't that bed: much closer to forty than to thirty, Christina (that was her name) looked quite worn in her face, but quite in shape as far as her body was concerned. Actually, she looked so muscled, ragged and lean that you might easily take her for a lesbian... Only I _knew_ she wasn't. She wore shorts, showing quite a pair of long, muscled and tanned legs, and an unbuttoned dirty shirt, which showed clearly she was almost completely flat chested. Dirty blonde and with blue eyes, she was quite a specific type. And when she finally smiled, she almost looked pretty. There was somebody else in the compound, apart from us and the gunmen, and was a French doctor in his late twenties, who acted as Christine deputy for their NGO, and which I instinctively disliked: tall, slim, white-skinned and hairy, he looked even more bitchy than Christine, plus he seemed incapable to smile at all. While we sat for the tea, he came in, without shaking hands or saying hello, sat next to Christine and just placed a long surgeon hand on her bare leg, like if to proof his ownership. I wondered if he had any idea Alistair fucked is girlfriend just days before... I got another thrill just days later, when I led my recce team north along the American Highway towards the Ethiopian border and the far corner of our AOR. We went with two jeeps, armed with heavy machineguns and antitank missile launchers: me and my aid, two drivers and two Carabinieri, six people all in all. It was a damned hot day, but it was fun. We checked the ENI camp, getting confirmed that the "carrots" they rigged showed no trace of oil, and then we turned north-east towards Galkayo; we reaching more far east than anybody else from UNOSOM did before, exploring the area and checking our beautiful blank maps (very) few data. Somebody didn't like it. The area just northeast of our AOR was more or less completely under control of the Habr-Gadir tribe, the men of Mr. Aideed. And there were a lot of them, mostly mounted on their technikas, kind of jeeps with heavy machineguns or even small recoilless guns mounted. They also sported a few old tanks and armored recce vehicles... And that day they decided to show us the full inventory. Luckily for us, they weren't believer in sneak attacks, and privileged shooting at long range. They opened up more or less the moment they saw us, with what seemed to be a 106mm recoilless rifle. Something we had in museums, but it hurts. You need a lot of training _and_ some luck to hit a mobile target with it, and they were short of both. We got the warning, reached higher ground and managed to assess the odds. They were bad. Bad for us, I mean: the guys had at least eight technikas with a variety of gear on top, plus two of what seemed to be old BRDM-2 Soviet- vintage armored recce vehicles. I like games, but not to be _the_ game, so we started retreating slowly towards our AOR boundary. We let them approach up to 2000 metres, and we shot two _Apilas_ antitank missiles, just to show we were players too: the two Carabinieri who shot were well trained, and one of the two BRDMs exploded in a cute fireball. This gave them something to think about, and we started a proper delaying action to disengage fighting our way out of the trap: the other jeep run for another position in the rear, and we shot another missile to cover them, missing shortly the other BRDM, which realized to be too slow and vulnerable and chose to withdraw. Good they didn't know we had only one missile left... When the second jeep reached its new position and opened up with its Browning 0.5 machinegun, we left our position and run for our own new one, about 200 metres behind the other. The technikas were less scared than the BRDM, and run for us, shooting all the way. They must have had lots of ammunitions to spare, because shooting with machineguns while driving in the bushes is more or less useless. We just alternated fire and movement, withdrawing one vehicle at the time and giving ground quite slowly, but our fire from the temporary positions was far more precise than theirs. Did you ever watch a 0.5 firing at maximum range? It's quite a sight. The tracers show the trajectory of your short bursts, and the target can't change its heading fast enough to prevent your bullets to adjust on it... If it's neither covered nor armored, that is. That's how we saw the first _technika_ more or less go into our burst, taking hits, tossing violently, turning over at high speed, and finally explode. Those old wrecks were driving on petrol, and fast to ablaze. First we got one, and then, as we withdrew, our mates got another one. After that, the idiots got wiser, and slew down, allowing us to withdraw without further incidents till we reached radio range to our base and called for air support, but when our helicopters appeared, the Habr-Gadir were long gone. We came home all dusty and glorious and while I was reporting to my Regiment Commander, our G-4, the Chief Logistics, informed me he was going to charge me with the ammunition we spent. Yes. You know, we were not officially at war, so the ammo we were using was theoretically for training, and when you shoot training ammo, you are supposed to carry home the brass of the spent cartridge... And 0.5 cartridges have a lot of brass. That's my Army, folks! Since that incident, we doubled our air patrols north and east of Belet Weyne. No, there was no oil in the Somali desert... But you can't run away like a beaten dog after the bad guys start shooting at you: it would be the wrong political signal, wouldn't it? So we staid, and ENI tried to drill more south, east of Gialalaxi, and I went to WHA to tell them they were drilling west of it, just in case... I didn't see Lisa since a while, and I wasn't surprised when the thug told me she wasn't in the compound... She grew quite cold with me lately, and I didn't care that much either. I was there to work, not to see my girlfriend. So I asked for Carolyn instead and yes, she was in. The WHA boss received me in the usual lounge open on the patio, and I smiled noticing that the old couch still showed the cum stain from the first coupling between Lisa and I. "Hi Bob," Carolyn greeted me with a warm smile: "How long I didn't see you... Are you looking for Lisa?" "Well, not exactly," I shrugged, "Actually, I just wanted to hear weather everything was OK with everybody, since I didn't see any of you for quite a while." Carolyn smiled and tossed her long dark hair: "Oh, everything is fine with us... Paula left to be back to the States, and we got a new TV... Nothing else, I suppose. Apart from Lisa, who was sad not to see you around anymore." "Uh. Well, I suppose we have been a bit busy up to the north. Actually, where did she go? The guard told me she isn't in." Carolyn looked genuinely surprised: "Why... She is in now. She's not due to go anywhere today. Must be in her room, as far as I know. Why don't you go and see for her? I bet she will be happy to see you." I hesitated a second and she added, with a wicked smile: "I suppose you know where her room is..." I knew all right. No use to dismiss the invitation: Carolyn was trying hard to reconnect Lisa to me, and I didn't want to make a specific point that I wasn't interested in seeing her. So I made Carolyn happy and went down the corridor to Lisa's room. I knew there was something wrong before knocking the door. I must have sensed something without realizing it, maybe a sound, or a smell... I don't know. But instead to knock, I just opened the door. Lisa was having fun. Naked from the waist down, she was riding a guy on her bed, joyfully weaving her hair around and moaning with pleasure. _OK_, I thought with a smile, _Carolyn is not in full control of her women..._ The guy under her was long, thin, whitish and hairy; he too hadn't undressed before making out, still wore shoes and shirt, and his trousers were just down his ankles, while his hands were holding Lisa's bouncing large buttocks. "Yeah... Yeah, fuck me... That's it, fuck me... Yeah... Oh, yeah!" They didn't realize immediately my presence: Lisa was being quite noisy, like if they were at it since a while, and by now next to the real business. She was pumping hard her new lover, his cock was appearing and disappearing inside her fuckhole at quite fast a rhythm and his hairy grayish testicles looked hard and ready to release. "Oh yeah!" Lisa was moaning, "Yeah... Yeah... Oh yeah..." It was too funny: it was mean, but I couldn't resist. "Lisa..." I said. She jumped at the sound of my voice, tossed violently her head and froze as she saw me. "Bob!" she gasped, flashed by the anticlimax. The guy jumped from underneath her, saw me in the doorframe, and literally slipped away from between the girl's legs. He crumpled into his own trousers and fell behind the bed with a noisy _thud_. The half-naked girl instinctively closed the shirt hems on her bare breasts and looked at me in pure horror, all red in her face. "I am sorry," I smiled, "I didn't want to disturb you... Carolyn told me to drop to your room since you were in." The guy jumped on his feet, desperately pulling his trousers up, and clumsily run for the open window. I just recognized him for Philippe, the French new doctor from _Save the Children_ I met days before at Christine compound: also all red in his face, his long and thin dick showing out his long and thin body while desperately trying to cover up and cross the window at one time, he looked the prototype of the clumsy, busted lover. He literally fell out of the window before I could say anything more, and then there was only Lisa, half naked on her undone bed, girlishly trying to cover herself with the very little clothes she got available and totally speechless for the embarrassment. I decided not to overkill, smiled again to her, said "Ciao," and closed the door leaving her alone with her frustration. Carolyn looked surprised to see me back in the lounge so soon: she did expect her young agent to be a little _more_ capable to hook me I suppose... "Wasn't she in?" she asked, puzzled. I smiled: "Well, she was actually, but I don't think this was the right moment to see her..." The woman looked ever more puzzled, but I just added a few more words about a lots of work to do, our ENI people moving west of Gialalaxi, and things like that, waved a cheer and left, laughing inside myself. Carolyn strolled into the corridor the moment I left the lounge, and I wouldn't have liked to be in Lisa's panties once Carolyn discovered what just happened... Our company recaptured Checkpoint Pasta the day after, re-establishing the ground connection between us and the harbor. We weren't isolated anymore. Our satisfaction for the success lasted a week, and then two soldiers of ours were snipered dead at the harbor, while a full platoon of Nigerians got massacred in the southern sector of the city, next to the boundary with us. After killing them, the Somali crowd undressed and mutilated them badly. They weren't happy with they clothes, they got eyes and testicles too... Our boys who forced their way to the massacre felt sick with what they found. The new setback of UNOSOM forces in Moga drove to a new clash between our contingent and the Force HQ, which ended up with an almost complete breakdown of relationships between us and the retired Admiral at the head of the UN Mission. In the end they agreed to the withdrawal of our forces from our sector of the city, apart from our Embassy, the harbor and the road connecting them to the rest of our AOR, so that somebody else was going to settle things there... The point was, the retired Admiral behaved like if he had his own Policy, and our Authorities like if we had no policy at all... In the same days, I finally met US troops inland. It was a small Rangers party: they happened to be parked with their four Hummers on the side of the Imperial Road, just north of the crossroad to Gialalaxi. They waved us to stop, and I told my driver to come beside the head vehicle, where their Lieutenant was reading a map. "Hi," I smiled at him, tossing my glasses over the helmet: "May I help you?" "Yeah," the guy showed me the blank map: "Where the hell are we?" "Err..." I muttered, quite surprised: "You are on the only fucking paved road in the whole goddamned Somalia, next to one of its only two crossroads... Here!" I pointed the spot on his map. "Yeah. Our GPS is broken." Wonderful. I _did_ hope those elite guys were searching for our ENI workshop instead for Aideed, 'cause if they weren't and they _really_ got lost on the only paved road of the country because their GPS was out of order, there was no hope we could win that stupid war... Well, I had _many_ other experiences with the US Army, and luckily for the Western civilization they were _all_ far better than the one I got in Somalia. As I said, we had increased our air patrols north and east of Belet Weyne after my desert encounter with the Habr-Gadir, and at the end of September I took a ride on one of our choppers for a recce over the desert trails which led east. We always flew with two choppers: a multirole one, AB-205, with the recce party on board, and an attack one, A-129, acting as escort. The first one is your standard Huey helicopter, while the other is the kind of ugly thing that looks like a giant grasshopper, is armored and full with guns and missiles. It may be depressing to overfly Somalia: you can go on for half an hour without seeing absolutely any living being more developed than a scrubby bush, and then when you spot a village you really wonder how the poor people over there can survive, living in their shabby huts made by branches and waste bags and surrounded by nothing. Places that have never seen any humanitarian help, and for them the arrival of a patrol of us is an event that justifies a party... Of course a party within their means and capability. I forced myself to think of something else. There was no trace of Habr-Gadir along the desert trails, nor there was any sign of anybody for that sake. When we flow back, we started spotting signs of more rooted human presence closing to the river, until we spotted a jeep. A pea-green jeep, like there was only one in the whole East Africa. It was driving on a totally empty trail out of Belet Weyne, leading to a direction where the first village lay over eighty kilometers away, which was quite strange considering it was late afternoon. After just reaching a small group of trees in the middle of the bush, the jeep stopped in the shadows, and there it staid. Our recce mission was over, and my curiosity needed to be satisfied: what the hell was Lisa doing at that time of day, in the middle of nowhere? I ordered my helicopter down in hovering about a kilometer westward, against both the sun and the wind in order to hide from the people in the jeep, and jumped down together with my aid, ordering the helos to orbit around until I called them back. Then we started marching in the bushes towards the location of the car. It was late afternoon, and the sun was merciful, thanks to the wind from south- east, which was taking inland the ocean breeze. We reached a good observation ridge about two hundreds metres from the jeep, and set ourselves for the observation: my aid lay behind a bush to cover my back, and I positioned myself with the rifle and the observation binoculars next to me. I Connected the power, adjusted the range and light, and there the jeep was, as clear as from two metres distance. I switched the inner camera ready to shot. I wanted to laugh. There was nothing bad going on: good girl Lisa was just at it in a safer spot than her own room. Okay, I mounted a military action just to spot some sex going on in the bushes... It was outrageous, but since I was there, I had better taking something out of it. So I put myself at easy and looked on, in the best _paparazzi_ tradition. In the rear compartment of the open-top jeep, Lisa was laying with her head between Philippe's legs, clearly blowing him thoroughly, and the French guy was clearly enjoying his girlfriend's ministrations, his head moving around with closed eyes and open mouth. Hamid was still sitting at the driver seat, apparently indifferent to what was taking place behind his shoulders. Just as I was watching, the gunman stretched and slipped out of the car, moving around it clearly to check the immediate surroundings. For a moment I worried he might have seen us, but after a moment he just walked all around the car, searching for animals or other dangers in the bushes, and went back to the front, where he cleaned the windscreen. Definitely, he was paying no attention to the two white lovers in the rear of the car. Lisa's head was bobbing up and down, and her hand was pumping feverishly, while Philippe was caressing her blonde hair. They must have been at it since we landed, so he had already got quite a workout: suddenly, I saw the guy stiffening, and Lisa's mouth swelling: Philippe was ejaculating in the girl's mouth, and she was trying to swallow all of she could... She managed: only a droplet escaped from the corner of her eager mouth. But the action was far from over: Lisa simply didn't stop blowing, and he kept on groaning happily, caressing the blonde head he was filling with his still quite stiff manhood. Hamid checked out the jeep's tiers, and then he went at the radiator, checking the filters. It went on for quite a while, but the girl had her own needs. Suddenly, she let go of him, stood, and got rid of her long skirt by quickly unbuttoning it open and throwing it on the |
front passenger's seat. Se wore no knickers underneath, and her glorious golden pussy shone in the sun for a moment, before she laid herself on her lover's lap, giving him her back and impaling herself his stiff pole. From my vantage point, I could clearly see the long, slim and whitish cock sink into Lisa's golden curls, and the girl's head to fall back with an expression of ecstasy painted on her pretty face. It was quite strange: although I got used to consider Lisa little more than a piece of meat, under a certain point of view she was somehow _my_ piece of meat; so, I can't deny I felt a sting of jealousy at watching my "girlfriend" thoroughly fucked by the young French doctor. After taking it all into her, Lisa started fucking herself on his dick, her tits bouncing widely under her still partially buttoned Sahara shirt. From behind her, Philippe grubbed her soft mounds and started rubbing the girl's thick nipples, while she was opening and closing her naked legs. Since the boy came just minutes before, there was a good chance he could last for quite a while, and Lisa took no care in over stimulating him: she was really jumping up and down, taking full advantage of her lover's length. Meanwhile, Hamid took another tour around their spot, while the shadows were getting longer and longer. Then, satisfied by the negative results of his check, he came back to the jeep, where Lisa was getting wilder and wilder, and climbed back on his seat. The girl's shirt was now completely open on the front, and her tits were completely exposed; apart from it and the desert shoes, she was completely naked. Philippe's short trousers were down between his ankles, kept there by his desert boots, but he had got ridden of his own shirt, so he was also barely naked while getting rode by his wild partner. I could hear Lisa's squeals from my covered position: I remembered her pussy as quite muscled and tight, and given Philippe's anatomy, even if he was probably not stimulating very much her vagina, he was probably hitting her cervix at each stroke, and that was clearly driving the girl crazy. Then, unexpectedly the situation changed. I had been distracted by Philippe and Lisa's coupling, and lost track of Hamid; suddenly, he reappeared in my view field, standing on the passenger front seat and bending at the two fucking partners. He had stripped of his colorful shirt, and sported a massive erection out of his open fly. Somalis aren't massive guys like most of the other black Africans: they tend to be tall and slim, and physically not specifically powerful. Some of them are shorter, but not broader. Well, Hamid was shorter and still slim, but the description didn't apply to his manhood: he was huge. At least as long as Philippe, but twice as thick, and definitely very hard as he aimed purposefully at Lisa's bouncing face. He must have growled something, since she opened her eyes: she watched the enormous knob hanging in front of her nose, smiled delightedly, and without slowing her pace on her white lover, gobbled it into her mouth. Now, my "girlfriend" was getting used by two different men, a black was fucking her face and a white man was taking her in the pussy. I must admit, I got excited. Definitely, Lisa had accepted my refusal to fuck her further, and got her appropriate countermeasures... Pleased by two long cocks at one time, Lisa was having the time of her life. I was feeling kind of a voyeur, looking at all that action taking place in the bushes, but on the other hand... I had a camera in my sight device, didn't I? And since they played dirty, why shouldn't I? I snapped a couple of pics of Lisa blowing Hamid while riding Philippe. It turned out to be just time: after enjoying his blonde mistress' mouth for a few minutes, the Somali gunman clearly wanted more of her. He pulled out of her gorge, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up on her legs. Lisa didn't protest for the interruption: she knew what she was up against. She lay on the front seats, her legs on the passenger's and her head hanging down the driver's, and spread her thighs open for her second lover to fuck her. Hamid positioned himself between the white girl's knees, pointed his large black knob at the gaping opening, and entered her with a single, smooth movement of his hips. I saw Lisa's mouth opening, and a second later I heard her screaming: "Aahhh... Oh! Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck me hard, you bastard... Oohhh!" Poor Philippe was left on his own in the rear compartment, jerking off his juice-coated, unsatisfied cock and watching his girlfriend getting thoroughly fucked by her black bodyguard. The girl closed her legs around the thug hips and planted her heels into the back of his thighs, to pull him as far deep into herself as possible, and grasped his hips with both hands, screaming out loud and tossing her head back and forth. Realizing it was going to last for a while, Philippe paced down his onani activity and used his time to get rid of his trousers, remaining all naked, apart from his boots, then he stood behind the back of the seats, watching closing the nasty coupling taking place under his eyes. Hamid went on a good fifteen minutes, changing neither position nor rhythm; Lisa in turn, never stopped moaning and crying with pleasure, far harder than when her white lover was screwing her. I saw her tensing and arching at least twice under Hamid's body, screaming out her orgasm and thrashing about under his merciless pounding. Then, finally, it was the Somali guy's turn: he stiffened, groaned loud, slammed himself into the white woman as deep as he could, and came catastrophically inside her womb, howling like an animal. I couldn't believe it: Lisa was working with doctors in a high-risk region, and still she was allowing a local to shoot his semen freely inside her! The girl was even more stupid than I thought... I congratulated myself for not having put my intimate parts inside her since quite a long time by then. Hamid kept Lisa's legs well spread, with Philippe helping him filling her by holding her right foot with a hand while jerking off with the other and passionately kissing her toes. After emptying his nuts dry into his blonde master, Hamid pulled out and stepped down the jeep from the passenger side. Philippe bent over Lisa to French kiss her, but after a second of mutual eating the girl grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down her body, until his face sank into her cum-matted pubic hair. The doctor got the hint, climbed over the back of the seat, and slipped his face between the girl's naked thighs. In a second, his mouth closed on her sloppy, cum-filled pussy, and he started eating the Somali's sperm leaking out of his girlfriend's freshly fucked slit. Meantime, Hamid turned around the jeep, and reached over the driver side door, from where Lisa's head was still hanging. She was moaning with pleasure at getting eaten out by her new boyfriend, and the black gunman found her mouth open and ready to receive his now-softened but still bulbous slimy knob. Lisa almost choked getting the big, black cock into her mouth, but after a second of panic she started suckling it clean of her own love juices. I thought they were done at that point, but no, they weren't. The two men were to exploit my former "girlfriend" body much longer... Hamid fucked her face until his cock reached back its maximum stiffness, and Philippe didn't stop eating her pussy until he brought her to a new orgasm and cleaned her of all the cum her black fucker had placed inside her love box. At hat point, the doctor helped the girl to finally rise from her rather uncomfortable position, and took her place lying on the front seats, his head lying on the driver side. Lisa took his dick into her mouth and started sucking eagerly it back to full erection, while Hamid turned again around the car, stroking himself. After blowing Hamid's giant cock, Lisa wasn't into giving head too long to her white lover: after getting it hard and stiff enough, the blonde went astride him, positioned the cockhead at her sloppy entrance and sat on it, impaling herself with a satisfied moan. I watched her moving her hips, clearly accommodating the cock inside her cum- filled vagina, while the Frenchman cupped and stroke her beautiful, hanging breasts with his hands, massaging and squeezing them to her full satisfaction, until the girl bended to kiss full-mouth her lover. Their tongues intertwined and played joyfully, while the man's hands moved to the girl's large buttocks, grabbing them and pulling them forward to start the coupling motion. Feeling stimulated in her depths, Lisa broke the kiss, moaned with pleasure and started riding Philippe, slowly at first, and then accelerating progressively to a real charge rhythm. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh yes! Yes... Yes... Hmmm..." I could hear the sounds her pleasure at getting fucked, her full breasts bouncing back and fro just over the doctor's nose, who desperately tried to grab into his hungry mouth the swollen, pink nipples to suck them longer and thicker. Hamid stood on the passenger side, jerking off just over Lisa's bouncing back. He was looking intently at the woman's open buttocks and at the white cock plunging into her fuckhole; I thought he just wanted to ejaculate over the junction of the two bodies, but once again, he proved me wrong. While Lisa kept on riding her boyfriend with joyful squeals of delight, the black man bended over her back and lined up his weapon between her buttocks, aiming straight at the centre. I couldn't believe it when I saw Hamid spit on his fingers and then lube Lisa's asshole with the smear of sweat and saliva: damnit, _I hadn't_ fucked her in the ass! And now the whore was going to offer the damned Blackman something she wouldn't give to me... Damn, I was feeling unreasonably jealous when Hamid pushed his large knob against the girl's sphincter and then grabbed her wide cheeks to pierce her into the ass. Lisa jerked her head in terror, weaving her hair in the sun, and tossed backwards, screaming, "No! Not in my ass..." But to no avail: Philippe was still holding her tight by the hips, unaware of what was happening behind, and Hamid had himself a firm grip at her sides, so he managed to dig his way into Lisa's virgin arse with a vicious, merciless and prolonged thrust. "Uaaargghhh!!!" the girl cried out in agony, feeling ripped in her flesh as the swollen cockhead broke through her unprepared asshole and slammed into the unexplored depths of her burning rectum. The Blackman grunted satisfied sinking into the blond girl's body, and started fucking her bowels with cruel, deep and slow thrusts, sodomizing her to his full satisfaction. Philippe must feel the sudden intrusion of Hamid's large cock into Lisa's body, because he jumped and stopped his fucking tempo, trying to look on the side of her with a startled expression on his face. He saw the gunman doing his girlfriend from behind, realized what had just happened, and after a second to tune his movement with his pal, he joined him into sandwiching his American girlfriend. I could see tears of pain in poor Lisa's eyes, as she got double-fucked by her badly assorted partners. The whole jeep was bucking and bouncing at Hamid-imposed fucking tempo, and Lisa's yells of pain and pleasure came at the same rhythm, every time the black cock slammed in and the white one slipped out of her overstretched holes. The girl was thrashing about uncontrollably, mercilessly sandwiched between her partners; Philippe was moving his long hands all over her naked body, caressing her smooth thighs, her sweating breasts, her contracted asscheeks, while Hamid just held her firmly by the hips, to better fuck her freshly deflowered shithole. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Aahhh... You bastard, you're splitting me in two... Auch! Aahhh..." Lisa was screaming loud throughout all her ordeal, but by now she was not trying anymore to pull free by the double pounding she was getting under the African sun. However broken, her two young holes had to be quite tight, with two cocks inside her belly, and the stimulation had to be extreme for the guys as much as for the lewd lady: soon, the two of them started groaning loud and tensing, sensing the fast approach of their own orgasms, and once again the black man got the upper side. Hamid jerked, arched, stiffened and grunted like a pig, sinking his fingertips into the soft flesh of Lisa's buttocks, as he exploded into her inflamed insides. "Yeaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Lisa whined like a mare on heat, feeling the black man's sperm seeding her barren bowels. While Hamid emptied his balls into Lisa's ass, Philippe lost his moment and groaned in frustration, feeling somehow stuck at the very entrance of her fuckhole, being the other entrance now blocked full by the spasming black penis. Finally, the gunman pulled out of Lisa's busted ass, and while Philippe sank once again into her sloppy pussy, he jumped from the car to turn around again to the driver seat side. The doctor resumed immediately his rhythm, fucking his girlfriend from underneath while she lay disheveled on top of him, exhausted by her unnatural exertion: his cock pumping into her pussy was making her wide buttocks bump and bounce, showing quite clearly her wide-open, rippled and inflamed anus. Without any respect for the girl he had just anally broken, Hamid grabbed her by the hair and purposefully aimed his still swollen and smelly prick at her face. Lisa shut her eyes open and winched at the sight of that huge, blood- and shit- stained piece of black male meat, then instinctively opened her mouth again. Readily, Hamid engulfed her gorge with his softening, but still swollen sticky organ. The girl gasped at the intrusion, almost choked on it, and then started eagerly sucking the dirty shaft empty of what was left of semen. Fucked again both in her pussy and mouth, Lisa seemed to relive after her arse busting, and started blowing hard on the now rapidly softening black sausage, while her white lover was quickly recovering his pace inside her belly. Hamid groaned happily and satisfied, as the white girl finished him off with her mouth; at the same time Philippe whined his own pleasure, and finally released himself inside Lisa's hungry belly. She smiled happily, sensing her boyfriend orgasming inside her vagina, and bended on him eagerly, splashing her sweating, naked breasts on his hairy white chest and kissing him open-mouth. Naughtily, Lisa openly spat into her lover's open mouth the mix of cum, blood and escrements she just sucked in from Hamid's black cock, so that Philippe got to taste it all while he was still climaxing into her pulsing cunt. With Lisa's used body relaxing and cooling down, a yellowish trickle of dirty sperm started running out of her wrecked asshole, making a puddle on the passenger seat and drenching Philippe's spasming testicles. The two lovers went on kissing and cuddling, oblivious of their black partner, which just looked at them, clearly satisfied at the sight of the white boy having to swallow his dirty sperm. While their African partner moved away to the shadow of a tree to relax, Lisa and Philippe went on kissing each other, exchanging their juices from mouth to mouth and smearing each other's face while their hands roamed around their naked bodies. It was time for me to call back the helicopters which were resting nearby, to finally go home with a film full with compromising evidence: I gave a quick call to the pilots, but suddenly I realized that, incredibly, it was not over. Lisa stopped French-kissing her boyfriend, and started moving down his pale body, kissing his neck, nibbling his nipples, licking his navel, and finally reaching his groin, where she found his limp dick and readily swallowed it. Philippe moaned almost in pain, but didn't complain too much: after a few blows from his lover, he placed the hands on her blond head and caressed her encouragingly. Reassured on her boyfriend availability, Lisa went on giving head to him, blowing and sucking wantonly, until his erection started swelling again into her mouth. When the white cock was stiff again, she raised her head and motioned Hamid to join them back on the car. With a wide, white smile on his pitch-black face, the gunman rose on his feet and reached again the jeep back compartment. Down on her knees, Lisa started stereo-blowing the two standing males, who were soon groaning and shaking while wiping her hair and alternately pushing into her gorge. One hand on the thin and hairy thigh of her white partner and the other on the smooth and muscled buttock of the black one, Lisa looked like a child in a candy shop, and the feeling of cum slowly oozing out her wrecked holes was only adding at her excitement. Soon, both cocks were hard and stiff as pokers, but having both just ejaculated, gave no sign of imminent release and Lisa just went on eagerly feasting on her two private dicks. But the idea of Lisa's just broken asshole must have inspired the young Frenchman, because he suddenly moved himself free of Lisa's mouth, pulled her up and positioned her against the front backseats, her cute large bum fully exposed to his eager eyes. Her rippled sphincter rim was showing, open and swollen; a film of dirty cum was still trickling out of it, running down the girl's bare thighs. Horny for the sight of his girlfriend's freshly busted asshole, Philippe grabbed her by the hips, planted himself on his feet, and suddenly impaled Lisa with his thin, stiff pecker. "Aaghhh!" she screamed, jerking her head with pain, "Slow! Slow, it hurts! Oh my God, it burns so bad... Ah! Aahhh... But don't ever stop, please. Do me! Fuck my ass... Fuck me, please! Oh yes, fuck me hard. Hmmm..." Her ass had been thoroughly opened and softened by Hamid's sperm, and Philippe's dick was far thinner than the black gunman's, so the young doctor found it quite easy to cornhole his girlfriend, while she found her second anal experience far less painful than the previous one, although probably far less fulfilling. Her fulfillment was achieved though, when Hamid reached back her mouth by standing on the front seats and grabbed her by the ears: with a slow motion, he fucked his big black cock back into her gorge, groaning with satisfied lust. A white cock in the ass and a black one in her mouth, Lisa was bucking back and fro, her tits hanging and bouncing wildly under the strokes of the two maddened men who were fucking her from both ends. Damn it was hot: Philippe finally grabbed her bouncing soft breasts and pulled at them, increasing his pace. At the same time, Hamid let go of her mouth, leaving the girl free of screaming. "Aahhh.... Aahhh... Yes, fuck my ass!" she gasped breathlessly, "Fuck my ass... Oh yeah! Fuck my ass... Do me hard... Hard... Aahhh... Aahhh..." His large black erection shining with Lisa's mouth juices, Hamid moved back to the rear compartment, next to the two white lovers unnaturally coupling in a standing position against the front seats, and jerked himself feverishly. I watched in disbelief, as Hamid suddenly grabbed the white boy and impaled him in the ass with a vicious single stroke. Philippe ranted breathless, and then screamed in agony as the Blackman broke his ass open with his huge cock, only lubed by Lisa's thin layer of saliva. "Aaghhh!" he gasped "Fuck, it burns..." "Do not stop, you idiot!" Lisa snapped at him from the front of the naughty human train, "I'm almost there... Oh! Oh, yes, fuck me deep, please... I like it... I like it... Oh God, I like it so much... Oh! Oohhh..." I had never seen anything like that, not even in porno magazines: it was like if Hamid was fucking Lisa's ass through Philippe's thin, pale body: the young doctor was taking it in the ass while filling another ass... "Yeah!" the Blackman grinned while brutally fucking the naked Frenchman, "Oh yeah! I'm fucking your ass with your white boy dickey, Miss Lisa. Yeah! Oh yeah..." The nasty double sodomy lasted quite a lot: both males had already emptied their balls into her, and the reckless girl had gotten absolutely sex-crazy. She was perfectly aware that their common lover was fucking her boyfriend in the butt, and apparently the extreme naughtiness of this was turning her even more on. Lisa was panting and gasping at each and every stroke she was getting in her now fully rippled shithole, with one hand between her legs, her tits squeezed by her white lover, and the black one setting their overall fucking tempo by screwing mercilessly Philippe's pale ass. "Oh my God," Lisa gasped, frantically frigging her pussy while getting fucked in the ass, "Oh my God I'm coming... Oh my God... Oh my Gaaaawwd-d-d!!!" When Lisa finally exploded in her anal orgasm, Philippe stopped complaining and clearly enjoyed the contractions of his girlfriend stretched anus, almost forgetting the pain in his own broken one. The total perversion of that unnatural mating seemed to last for ages, and Lisa came other two times before the black gunman shot his last wad of sperm into Philippe's bleeding rectum, and the Frenchman himself spewed his last drops into Lisa's already cum-filled one. The two white youngsters collapsed onto the seats, still plugged at each other, while the black gunman laughed loudly, cleaning his bloodstained cock on Philippe's crumpled shirt. "You got fun, white boy, uh?" he asked derisively, zipping up his fly and wearing back his shirt. Then he went back at the driver seat, and started the engine, without caring of the two shaking, naked white bodies that lay disheveled next to him. Damn, my "girlfriend" had gotten quite a workout! Her partners had equally filled her in both holes: sperm was going to leek out of her stretched rear ends for hours... It was then that our two choppers suddenly arrived. The Attack helicopter seemed surging from the sand behind the small hill, the engine silenced, and the air wash almost wiped the jeep away. The two well- fucked youngsters' clothes flow in a sand twister and disappeared. Awaken by the shock, Lisa scrolled Philippe out of her ass and raised her arms to cover her face and show the pilot the color of her skin, as if to prove she wasn't a rebel, and poor Philippe fell out of the car, rolling naked into the sand with his sticky limp dick and his leaking, broken shithole. I didn't take care of what happened next. My soldier and me just run for our Huey while our friends were busy with the Mangusta, jumped in and stripped on the belts. In a minute we flow away in the dusk, leaving the three debouched lovers in the midst of the sandstorm provoked by our rotors. We landed at the base on time for dinner. *** The day after, WHA released an official complaint for the unjustified harassment by our Attack Helicopters against one of their columns. I collected a selection of my best printouts and went to the compound. Hamid was still on duty, his eyes red for the sand and the fatigue. Hell, it was worthwhile, considering the fun the fun the thug got before the choppers came... "Hi Carolyn," I greeted her while entering the lounge: "I thought we had a radio link. You could contact me if you had any problem, before making it official." Carolyn was sitting on the couch: she didn't raise nor offered her hand, and she looked quite pissed. "Your helicopter almost killed our people," she stated: "We are doctors, and you are behaving like warlords in this land." I smiled: "Hey, let's keep our roles: the NGO community is usually blaming the US helicopters, not on ours... We perform recce only, and if we see something suspicious going on, we close up to investigate." "You don't know what happened there." "Oh. Do _you_ know?" "Yes. Lisa was there, and _she_ told me." "Oh, how nice. Well, I happened to be there too... On one of the two recce choppers – _not_ Attack one – and also happened to take a few nice pictures of what we saw, just to justify our intervention." I handed over the pics. Carolyn took them without a word. The first one showed Lisa's jeep strolling in the bushes. "What is suspicious about that?" "Nothing," I said, "Go on." She scowled and went to the second. It was similar, showing the jeep parked under the trees. " _Very_ dangerous," she commented. I remained quiet. The third one showed Lisa, half naked, riding Philippe while blowing Hamid. Carolyn froze, speechless. It looked pretty nasty, seen how the gunman was handling the girl's hair and forcefully fucking her head. "First impression, this looked rape to us," I said. Next one pictured the first sandwich: again, Hamid was on top, roughly handling the blond girl while clearly sodomizing her. Carolyn gasped. "At this point, we were determined it _was_ rape, and I ordered to take action." The last hard pic showed the second sandwich: Philippe was fucking Lisa, and Hamid was fucking Philippe. Carolyn want pale. "This has been taken just a few seconds before we jumped in," I commented: "We still had no doubts Lisa needed help. Would you think otherwise?" No answer. The last two pictures showed the airwash, with sand and clothes twisting everywhere, and the final run of Lisa, her bare boobs bouncing and her arms high up to signal herself. Hamid was still in the jeep, covering his eyes, and Philippe was lying naked in the dirt, his abused pale ass showing clearly. "When she waved at us, we first thought she was asking for help," I commented, "Then she joined the driver, so we realized everything was OK, and we just left. We have no Rules of Engagement against gangbangs between consenting adults..." Carolyn kept quiet for a few more moments, and then: "How many people saw this?" "Only our national Chain of Command, as high as your complaint reached." "No UN Chain of Command?" "Nope. As you know, we are not at best odds." "No Journalists?" "Not yet." "I see. Well, I suppose we will withdraw the complaint not later than this evening. Sorry to cause you troubles." "Shit happens. Misunderstandings too." "Can I offer a tea?" I sat down next to her: "Why not? As long it's a nice cool one..." "Sure." She poured the cold drink in my cup and sat back. This time she crossed her legs, which showed nicely under the long, thin skirt. "May I ask what happened between you and Lisa?" I coughed, embarrassed: "Ehm, what do you mean?" "I mean, you looked like hitting quite well at the beginning... And then, suddenly, you were like cat and dog." "Well, let's say I don't like to be used." "Oh, really?" Carolyn reached for her purse, and took out another picture: "Actually, who is using who, here?" There it was: our nice evening orgy. The picture taken with flash in the darkness showed clearly me and Lisa on the terrace: she was half naked, and I was clearly screwing her from behind against the wall. I smiled: "Nice picture. Do you have more like this?" "No. But I suppose your superiors would not like this one either, would they?" This time I laughed: "Carolyn, I don't belong to the US Army. If my superiors see this, they will congratulate me for finding a chick in the middle of this shit. I am not married, and this can have no consequences on my private life, while our rules are not opposing sexual intercourse as such, unless this affects the performance on duty, which is clearly _not_ the case. You know, if our Prime Minister could ever boost an extramarital relationship with an actress, he would gain _scores_ of votes. We are not Puritans... Sex is not _such_ a sin for us." Carolyn looked puzzled, if not appalled. "Of course," I added intently, "It would be different had I fallen victim of the charm of a _spy_ working against my Country... But that is not the case, is it?" Now, Carolyn looked definitely dismayed: "Of course it's not. We are..." "Of course. You are a _humanitarian_ agency. And I have no prohibition to consummate a sexual intercourse with a girl from a humanitarian agency, so where is the problem? If we hit better, we could do it again... But we didn't. And for sure, we will not in the future. I don't like this much... Ehm, this _much_ promiscuity." And I pointed at _my_ pictures. Carolyn sobbed: "I can't blame you for this... Well, at least, we clarified each other's. Friends?" She was smiling now. Her skirt hem had lifted quite a bit by now. I smiled back: "Carolyn, we have never stopped to be friends. As far as I am concerned, we have _always_ been." I let the meaning of my words sinking in, looking purposeful at her handsome if a bit worn face. Her legs were far better, but I was not there to get seduced again. "Hmmm..." she hissed, "I was just wondering weather you might be more interested in a less inexperienced and less _promiscuous_ partner..." Definitely _very_ nice legs, amongst the longest I ever saw. "Maybe another day, Carolyn," I smiled again, "I've better to report about the closing up of our harassment case, now." "I see. May I keep your pictures?" "If I can keep yours. My Commander and comrades will love to see it!" I left, and Hamid gave me a long, deep look when I passed him. Time was going on, and our whole contingent was reorganizing. ENI was leaving the country, and rumors were that also our Brigade would not stay forever. I was driving south along the Imperial Road to Bulo Burti to prepare our redeployment there in view of the arrival of a new Regiment, and for once we hadn't two vehicles to move, but only one jeep, with my driver and two Carabinieri as an escort. The whole road between the two towns is absolutely straight and flat, apart from a single hill, which peaked with a few rocks and an abandoned wrecked house, where the road bended abruptly, drastically reducing visibility. It was, actually, your most typical location for an ambush. And ambushed we got. My radio started creaking while we were driving up the slope, but the signal was very bad. I managed to get a female voice croaking something in English with an alarmed voice, which just worried me enough to be more present just one second later. Our jeep just reached the summit of the slope, where the road went through two big rocks, and some idiot shot at us. One, two times. We were driving relatively slow after the slope, and were an easy target, but we were also in the best condition to react. I can't explain exactly what happened. I just know that one of the Carabinieri in the rear compartment screamed something, the tiers squeaked badly on the old tarmac, and a second later I was crawling on the roadside, my rifle in the hands, trying to understand where the shots came from. A quick burst: AK-47, the most renowned Kalashnikov. Two of them... No, three. Behind the rocks, to the right. "Captain, cover me!" A second to react: fucking slow, but enough. One of the Carabinieri jumped from beside me and run for the nearest rock. I shot two bullets straight over his head against the side of the rock to cover him. He made it. Then he gestured me to reach him, and I run for safety. I heard other shots behind me, and understood the other two were shooting from behind the jeep to cover me. Oddly, the ambushers weren't behind both rocks, in order to take us from both sides of the road, but were all behind the western one, just on the right of the side from where we came from. A burst cheered me while I run, but ended up quite high. Another came once I was safe behind the rock. Too late. OK, I was well protected now, together with a Carabinieri; the other one with the driver were less safe, just behind the jeep, which isn't such a protection. "To the house!" I hissed over the wind, aimed at the wreck with my rifle muzzle. Just that moment, another burst swept next to the jeep. Too dangerous: they couldn't make it to the house. I looked at the rock: it could be climbed on. I grew in the Alps, I am a climber. So I moved upward, as fast as I could. Another burst, I do not know where. Somebody swore. It was taking too long. Fuck, I remembered, I've got two hand grenades. Assault ones, little more than shock, but hand grenades. Took one, pulled out the safety, checked the distance, and threw it over the edge of the rock. One second, two, three... BANG! Screams in Somali language, rolling of stones, panting, somebody who runs, another burst of Kalashnikov. I run up and somebody run besides me. Another couple of single shots, both from Berettas. My boys were at the house, sound and safe, and now they could shoot at the side of the rock I was climbing over. The safe angle for the attackers was getting smaller and smaller; the Carabinieri who jumped with me was making it for the other side of the rock, and soon our ambushers would have been in trouble. Or we would be, if there were too many of them. The summit of the rock was just three metres away; I threw the second grenade. BANG! It was the first time in my life two out of two grenades went on without malfunctioning... Maybe it was good I was aiming at hard stone. _God bless Breda_, I thought, while jumping up the rock, my hart pulsing hard in the throat. And suddenly, I was at the top; nobody was there waiting for me. The idiots were down on the far side of the stone block, just metres from my isolated Carabinieri... Three of them. No, four. Four fools. I aimed my old 7.62 FAL. The idiots were all clustered together; one of them shot another burst, using the Kalashnikov like a hose. Just a second to think of life and death, then I pulled the trigger. Less than twenty metres distance, from high ground, against a fixed, large target. Impossible to miss. I didn't. I saw blood erupt from a body, the mass of bodies waved like a flock of blackbirds, somebody howled, the others screamed hysterically. A body fell to the ground, a large pool of blood widening under his sobbing frame. The others all turned at me; one shot. Far high. I shot a second time, aiming at the central and closer man. Got him in the middle of the chest, and it was like seeing him explode. His body was lifted by the power of the impact and thrown a metre back, spraying blood in a wide arch before falling down on his back, the arms and legs convulsing in agony. The other two screamed out, and one threw the rifle and run; the other just run. I shot again and missed. Too bad. My Carabinieri emerged from behind the rock, his modern Beretta 5.56 at the ready, saw the running guys and shot. The two idiots were running away from the only cover, down the hillside, completely uncovered. Like birds on the pole. I couldn't believe they were _so_ stupid. The most naïve of the ambushes, then the clumsiest of the close fights, and now the most idiotic of the disengagement attempts. "Alt! UNOSOM!" I screamed, according to the Rules of Engagement. They run. I screamed again my warning, and the Carabinieri shot in the air. The armed guy turned and shot a burst while still running. The burst was high, but the Carabinieri replied with a single shot, and got him right in his belly, causing him to twist, fall, bump and roll down the hill in a mess of dust and rolling stones for at least fifty metres. No visible blood this time: 5.56s pierce you without the splatter effect of 7.62s, but they weight less and you can carry much more ammo. When the dust fell, there was no movement, nor noise. Probably a broken neck had put an end to his sufferings. The last guy was unarmed, and run like a gazelle down the slope. He fell like a hippo however, and rolled down catastrophically in another cloud of rubble and dust. Somehow, he rose again and resumed his flight. I aimed at him, wondering weather to shot on a running unarmed guy who just tried to kill me, when I saw a spark and then dust covered him as he jumped and fell down. "Land mine!" my Carabinieri shouted loud, to make sure none of us was moving out of the road area. Dust dissipated and I could see the guy lying next to a small hole in the ground, tossing and screaming out in pain. He was missing the whole right leg from the knee down. Combat was over. It lasted less than three minutes. I breathed hard. I rose and joined the first Carabinieri where the two bodies lay down the rock, and the other two boys reached us there. I looked down: the first one I took in the back of the left shoulder. The whole arm had been pulled out almost completely, and was still connected only by the drenched cloth; he was still moving and shacking a bit, but blood was flowing out so fast that it was a matter of minutes. "Well done, Captain," cheered |
the second Carabinieri, who had seen the scene of my shooting from the wrecked house, "Good shot!" I breathed hard, and the man in the dust stopped breathing that moment. I just killed my first enemy. "Go back to the jeep, the two of you," I ordered: "And keep the eyes open, there may be more idiots around." "Right on, sir," he said, and walked away with the driver, mumbling something about the stupid animals living in those goddamned bushes. The second I shot was cold dead. I got him right in the middle, and he fell on his back, in the largest pool of black blood I have ever seen: the 7.62 bullet had mashed his hart, and he probably died before hitting ground. "Again, good hit Sir," smiled the Military Policeman next to me. I said nothing. It was Hamid. He lay with wide-open eyes, a trickle of dark blood flowing out of his mouth, and there was no mistake at identifying him as the WHA gunman. "Documents," I ordered the Carabinieri next to me. Nothing to do about the other two thugs: you never enter a minefield if you don't _have_ to; and we didn't. The guy who hit the mine was whining desperately, but there was no hope for him... The last one was not ever making sounds, not after a bullet and his drop downhill. "Sir, his papers," the MP told me, offering the bleeding documents out of Hamid corpse. The drenched sheets were in Somali, but there was a small, plasticized WHA card in between. So, that it was. "Sir, shall we go?" "Just a moment." That whining was troubling me. I couldn't leave that idiot to die that way. I climbed back the rock to get a better view, aimed and shot a few bullets. It wasn't easy, he was at least three hundreds metres away, but our old FAL was precise almost as the venerable Garand M-1 from which it was developed, and at the fourth shot the whines abruptly ceased. This time, nobody commented on my marksmanship. Back to the jeep, I found my radio still croaking a female English voice. "Hello, Captain Serra speaking," I called. "Bob! Oh Bob, it's Carolyn here. Finally you hear me. Bob, pay attention please... We just fired Lisa's driver after talking to her, and he left shouting that you had to pay for it. Be careful, we hired him because he was known to be fearless and determined." I didn't know weather to laugh or cry, so I just breathed deep before answering: "I know Carolyn We just killed him and three friends of him. But thank you anyway for the warning. It's nice to hear it wasn't _you_ who send him to do the job..." We slept in our camp in Bulo Burti, after reporting the ambush to the Regiment and to the Brigade. Nobody liked the story, but I used the crypto to relay the background to the G2 Cell down at the Embassy, pointing out that WHA _did_ their best to warn us of the danger. We had been lucky that the Somalis are far more aggressive than capable fighters, and lucky enough that they have far more guts than brain when it comes to set an ambush and shoot to kill. As it turned out by the ensuing enquiry, the four fools had probably been surprised themselves by our arrival, likely because they set no sentry, so they were totally unprepared, but still they were so filled with _chat_ that they started shooting anyway, flashed by their _Delirium Omnipotentie_, the peculiar effect of that popular drugs. The same trigger of most fighting in Somalia... Think of the shit stuff is not even classified as drugs by WHO... On the other hand, nobody is doing anything against ritual female castration either. *** I think my youth as such died on that hill in the desert, the 10th of September 1993. Since then, I have been quite a different man. Disillusioned, more self-confident, a bit bitter when it comes to mankind maybe, but not a sad character, nor a cold, ironic veteran like novels and movies love to picture soldiers back from war after watching the white, cold eyes of the people they killed. I _did_ see the cold, white eyes of people I killed, but I was and I am aware I had to kill them because I wanted to survive, yes, but also because they were, basically, too stupid to survive. Darwinism, essentially. I will live as happily as I can, trying to defend innocents and to keep idiots like those I killed in Somalia as far away as possible from my own folks and our friends. When I made it back to the WHA a full week later, another gunman opened the gate and waved me to the lounge. Carolyn greeted me with a smile that looked sincere for the first time since I first met her. We shook hands, and she had me accommodated in the couch, sitting in front of me, without any attempt to seduce me this time. "A beer?" she offered. I smiled: "A cold tea will do, thank you. What happened?" I got her story: after I left her with the pictures, Carolyn had confronted Lisa, asking her about the affair with Philippe and, most of all, with Hamid. Lisa had broken almost immediately, telling her about the frustration of being incapable to seduce me as completely as she believed she could, about her meeting Philippe at _Save the Children_, and them getting quickly intimate. As for Hamid, the Blackman had always intrigued her, but nothing had ever happened, until they ended up in the bushes, where he had taken advantage of her lust and of Philippe obvious perversion. After the confession, Carolyn had simply called the gunman in, and fired him on the spot. The guy had left shouting, but came back with friends a couple of days after, threatening his old pals at the gate and shouting outrages in Somali, which the interpreter had gotten and reported, so Carolyn had gone to our camp as soon as she could, to warn us. I wasn't there, and she couldn't communicate with my people, so just went back to the radio and tried to contact me. I told my side of the story, and Carolyn looked quite horrified. "Damnit, Bob, I am so sorry. It's so difficult to hire the right people in our job... And I am not talking about Hamid." I smiled sympathetically. I could imagine. "I am sorry. Lisa looked like a good young recruit, fit for her job. My only excuse is that it wasn't me to choose her...' "Where is she now?" "On an airplane, on her way back to Denver, Colorado." Carolyn sobbed, and then added: "Don't be angry at her, she got much more punishment she deserved, poor girl. She will get free intensive care, but is marked forever, in the best case. She's turned out to be HIV positive after the last test." I gulped: "Oh my God... Hamid?" Carolyn shook her head: "Philippe. Or maybe they infected each other after being with Hamid... We will never know, unless we can check Hamid's blood. Does it matter?" "When did she get the last _negative_ test?" "One month ago. Are you worried?" I breathed: "No, not really. We did it the last time more than a month and a half ago... No, I am not worried, but I'll take a test anyway at our field hospital." "You can get it here and now, if you want." I looked at her and smiled bitterly. She looked back at me, and asked plainly: "Would you trust me on _that_?" I thought of it for a moment, and then I shrugged: "What the hell, if you say so, of course I will trust you! A soldier needs to believe in something like friendship and comradeship... And we are supposed to be friends and _allies_, don't we?" Carolyn got my blood in a sample and took it to the lab. "It will be a matter of a few days. We will give it maximum priority." "Thanks." "May I do something else for you?" I thought of it. And I thought of my nice words about friendship and comradeship. "Actually, there is one thing. Carolyn, I think it would be fair if I could get the negatives of those pictures from the party." "Yours?" "No. The ones with our two "cousins". They are quite in deep shit, and don't deserve it." Carolyn looked at me with a strange expression. "You are an idealist," she said. "No. But I believe in what I say, and fight for what I believe in." She nodded, and left for a few minutes. When she came back, she had two films. "Do you know them well?" "No, not really. But they are comrades of mine. Like your guys down in Moga. And we stand together in this shit." "Do you believe they would do the same for you?" "I like to think they would." Carolyn smiled: "I stand right. You _are_ an idealist." I shrugged and offered my hand. Carolyn kept the films: "Tell me why _I_ should do it." I smiled: "It would make you feel better." " _And_ stupid." "Maybe. Better feeling well and stupid than bad and smart." The woman sobbed and handed me over the two films. I smiled: "Thank you, Carolyn. Oh, another thing. Our ENI prospections team will leave Moga tomorrow. They finished the entire drilling program and got absolutely no results. There is no oil, in this goddamned desert." She smiled bitterly: "Oh? Why do you think _this_ may be interesting for me?" I shrugged: "You helped me. So I feel like helping you." Another smile, far more bitter: "The world doesn't work like that, Bob." "Maybe yours doesn't, Carolyn. Mine, it does." I got no answer to that. We rose, and when she offered her hand, I shook it warmly. "Oh, another thing. Carolyn, please have my file updated. You know: I got engaged just before coming to Somalia, and I plan to get married within a year. She is a Dutch girl, her name is Karin, and I am very much in love with her. It was a hard game, to play with you..." They _did_ update my file. I discovered it two years later, in Bosnia. *** _I am fully aware I made a few of potentially controversial statements... Please keep in mind this was just the point of view of a guy who has been there and saw a few things. I know I may sound cynical and disillusioned, and maybe I am. I probably also developed strong feelings towards some cultures and beliefs...Basically I am just another soldier serving his Country overseas and trying to do his best for the Western civilization, like so many other American and European colleagues and friends. Please feel free to criticize the story, the language and the opinions, only don't tell me I am a racist: I am NOT, as you will hopefully find out soon!_ I was just horny. All of the time. I just wanted to fuck someone in the worst way. 18 years old, never had a date. Too skinny, too weird. I wore my hair long, not a very hairy body, not very athletic. Just a skinny kid who didn't get any attention. Lot of church girls in the bible belt but they weren't very interested in me. I guess. It didn't seem like anyone was very interested in me at any level. Sundays were long boring church services. I sat in the back and tried to stay awake. Tried to stay out of trouble. Every once in a while, this older guy Mike would come sit in the back pew with all of the teenagers. He always wanted to talk cars or guns. He was about half deaf so he talked loud enough to get shitty looks from the rest of the congregation. But he didn't care. Mike was in his early 40's, on the chubby side. Not a good looking man by anyone's figuring. Never married, never had a girlfriend. Just as socially retarded as I was except I was only 18. Some days after church, I'd head over to Mike's house. We'd shoot stuff in his backyard or hang out in his machine shop or if the weather was bad, we'd hang out in the basement of his house and watch movies. Cool shit like the old spaghetti westerns and war flicks. These were back in the Betamax and VHS days. All of his movies were recorded by some friend of his on satellite television. We'd sit around, shoot the shit, watch some movies. I sure as hell didn't fit in with anyone my age. It was just cool to be able to hang out with somebody. Some of the movies had nudity in them. Just flashes of stuff, like in 'Enter the Dragon'. He'd look at me and smile. It was all good. I wasn't going to rat him out for letting me watch stuff that good little Christian boys weren't supposed to see. Besides, I had way worse under the mattress of my bed. Cheri, Oui, Swank... all the good shit. All kinds of crazy articles in there. S&M stuff, cuckolding, chicks with strap-ons sometimes. I read one article about by this woman talking about her male slave. It was all interesting. It was all exciting. I hadn't done anything with anyone else ever. Well, not really. I had a male cousin who would come over and we'd dare each other to touch the other one's dick. I was so fucking horny, it didn't matter who was touching my dick just so long as someone was touching it. Neither of us knew how to cum so every time I saw my cousin, it would just leave me all worked up and in a state. Then I'd mine the back of the cock mags for the fine print in the ads at the back, the stuff that had the almost hardcore stuff. After church one day, I headed over to Mike's and although we were having a good time watching a movie, I ended up getting one of my many ill-timed erections. It wasn't like Mike could see it though; he usually propped himself up in his bed and I sat in an easy chair beside it and we watched the television up on his dresser. I was trying to concentrate on the plot to the movie but all of these images from the magazine kept coming to mind. Especially the story about the domme and her slave. She'd dressed him up in female clothes, made him eat her ass and then whore'd him out all dressed up as a woman. Made him suck her toes while some guy fucked his ass. I couldn't get the idea of being fucked from behind out of my head. The movie ended and Mike and I were talking about the holes in the plot. The credits rolled by and then the big static covered screen of white snow that you'd see when a video tape ran out. It played through the end of another movie and another, maybe only a couple of minutes of each one. And then... As the stripe of snow rolled down the screen, an image popped up of a naked woman on all fours sucking a cock while a guy behind her was lubing up his cock to fuck her in the ass. Mike jumped up to grab the remote but couldn't find it right away. "Whoops," he said as he fumbled through the blankets and pillows for the missing remote. "My buddy records these. Sometimes you find this stuff on the end of his tapes." I smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Well hell, don't shut it off on my account." Mike continued to look for the remote but he was now watching the screen quietly with me. The woman's head bobbed up and down on the big, sloppy fat white cock and winced as the guy behind her drove deep into her asshole with one big shove. All of the dialogue was in French. "That's the French for ya," Mike said. "They like to stick it in the backdoor." "Whatever makes them happy," I said not looking over at him. "I'd stick it in about any hole I could get a hold of at this point." He laughed and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's been a long time for me too. But most women are just more trouble than it's worth. A couple hours of fun turns into several weeks of misery. And that's if you're lucky!" We laughed and went back to watching. The woman on the screen was really moaning now and tears were leaking out of the corners of her eyes. The shot panned over to someone else walking into the scene. It was a tall woman wearing black thigh highs, heels and a short satin robe. She placed her hand on the back of the woman's head and pushed her deeper onto the cock in her mouth while kissing the guy fucking the woman's ass. "Huh," Mike grunted. His face had gone as beet red as mine. "This could get good. Only thing better than one naked chick is two." I caught a string of saliva that was trying to leak over my bottom lip and swallowed hard. Everything that I had ever wanted to see was right in front of me. The woman in the lingerie and robe stood on the bed and lowered her panties. To both Mike and I's surprise, beneath her big hairy late 70's bush, a big uncircumcised cock bounced up, hard as a rock. The woman guided her cock to the buttfucker's mouth and began pumping his face. "Nah, we can't have that," Mike grunted and went into a frenzy looking for the missing remote. I should have said something like, "Holy shit, it's two dudes. Fucking turn it off." But I didn't. I remained transfixed, face red, and cock leaking cum down my leg inside my blue jeans. I didn't care if she was a guy, she was hot. Hotter than the chick with two dicks in her. Hotter than any woman I'd ever seen. "God damn it," Mike grunted and began digging in the space between the wall and the bed. He looked over his shoulder and said, "Can you get up and hit the stop button on the VCR?" I looked over, mouth slightly open, heart racing and simply said, "Why?" Mike sat up for a moment and looked at me funny. "This doesn't bother you?" I shrugged. "No. She's hot. I don't care if she's got a dick or what. I've seen worse," I lied. Mike turned his attention back to the television. The woman getting her dick sucked was now on all fours where the other woman had been. Her black high heels prodded the buttfucker along as she slurped on the already wet cock of the guy sitting down. The woman who had been getting fucked, was laying under the tranny sucking her cock. I felt a twinge in the head of my dick and snapped out of my trance quickly. Jesus. I couldn't cum right now. Not in front of Mike. I did everything I could to stop it and just narrowly missed blowing a massive load into my pants. As I struggled not to cum, my hand slid over to my cock and pinched the end. Mike was watching. "If you need to let the pressure off, the bathroom's just down the hall there." "Umm, nah," I swallowed. I hung my head down slightly ashamed. "I uh, I don't really know how to do that very well yet. Be nice if I did but I haven't quite figured it out yet." "Well," Mike said and turned the French dialogue down with the remote control that he had now located. "You just jack it. Put your hand around it and pump it up and down." He made a crude kind of jerking off motion. "Oh," is all I could manage to say. "I uh, well sometimes I get it to go off but sometimes I just make it sore." "Ain't nobody ever told you how to do it?" Mike asked. I shook my head no. "Well," Mike said and sat up. "Let me fast-forward through this a little, see if we can find somebody doin that." The figures on the screen sped into fast fucking, fast licking, fast sucking. Heads bounced and legs flipped around like some kind of crazy acrobatic show. Every once in a while Mike would hit play to see exactly what was going on. Every time he did, the chick with a dick was back on. "Gonna have ta talk ta ma buddy about what he's been record'n." The tranny was now stroking her cock back and forth faster and faster until big globs of white cum shot all over the woman's face in front of her. I swallowed hard and tried to be cool. It was really weird sitting there with Mike watching this. I tried to say something witty: "So, you mean I gotta dress like that to jack off properly?" I joked. Mike's expression changed slightly. He smiled but it was weird. He paused for a moment. "Well, you do have long hair. Pretty skinny and not very hairy. Hell, you'd probably look alright in those clothes." My heart skipped a beat and the head of my dick spasmed again. My hand moved to control it but it managed to get off a full pump before I could stop it. A small wet spot appeared on my jeans and Mike craned his neck forward. "Well, hell. I guess you like that idea." I did. The idea of becoming what I was obsessed with seemed to be a problem solver. Mike's attention was adding an exhilarating weirdness to it all. I blushed so hard that I just wanted to die. "I've got some things back in the closet. My sister's storing a bunch of stuff here. She always dresses slutty as all hell. I'm sure we could find you something if you want." He talked with his hands and I noticed a big bulge sticking up in his cotton sweatpants. I shrugged again. I could see him push his cock down as he got up and walked past me. A few minutes later he walked into the room carrying several big cardboard boxes that said 'Laura' on the side. I'm not very big or tall. My feet are unusually small, which is odd because I have a decent sized cock. Mike dumped the contents of the box on the bed and I had to clench the muscle at the base of my balls to keep from pumping the rest of my load out. Bras, panties, stockings, garters, teddies, corsets all spilled onto the bed. Mike found a white garter belt with white thigh highs already attached to the suspenders. The stockings were lace across the top with little black bows at the front. He tossed them back to me without looking at me. He dumped the next box on the bed. A short red dress and matching heels fell out. He threw these to me as well. He wouldn't look at me or turn around but I could see why he wasn't turning around; there was no concealing his hard on. "You know where the bathroom is. Go try'em on if you like, we'll see if we can't teach ya how to release some pressure." I didn't say anything. I took the clothes, got up and left the room. My legs shook, my breathing was shallow, my eyes burned and I felt like I was going to cry just from the overwhelming intensity of it all. I flipped on the light to the bathroom and began undressing. There was no mirror in the bathroom except for the one over the sink. Which was just as well. I don't think I could have handled seeing myself that way right at that moment. I fumbled with the garters and hose. Put them on backwards first, then took them off and put them on forwards being careful not to put a run in the fragile fabric. The dress was short, tight and pulled straight on over my head. The front of the dress stood straight up. I tried to wiggle into the panties but they only managed to corral one nut. The shoes were tight but they fit. The heels were at least 4 inches tall. I wobbled unsteadily in them and used the sink to steady myself. The feeling of the stockings on my legs was almost too much. I just wanted to jack off while wearing them and then run from Mike's as fast as possible. But something deep inside me put my hand on the bathroom door handle and push it open. The basement hallway between the bathroom and Mike's bedroom was dark and narrow. Outside rain was falling against the short basement windows. It was late evening and I used the stuff stacked into the makeshift hallway to guide myself down the path. As I walked, I started rubbing my thighs together to feel that magical material. This just caused my cock to throb more and my ass to sway from side to side. At the end of the hall, I could hear that Mike had resumed the porn film as nonsensical French poured out of the television. I gulped down hard and felt a shortness of breath turn hot and suffocating in my chest. As I walked through the doorway, a flash went off. And then another. Mike had his fucking camera out! He wasn't a big guy or in shape or anything but there was no way I was going to be able to take it away from him. He looked up from behind the lens and smiled broadly. "Ha, ha," I said. "Very funny." The blue spots cleared from my vision and I saw that Mike wasn't wearing a stitch. His round hairy belly hung like a wooden keg over a healthy size cock that was pointing straight at me. "It's insurance," Mike said and put the camera into his gun safe and closed the door. "I don't want this silly shit coming back on me later." "That makes sense, I guess," I said. We'd both be run out of town if people found out about this. That is, if we weren't just strung up first. Mike scooted to the far side of the bed and patted the spot next to him. "Have a seat." I sashayed over to the bed and sat down at the edge. On the television, it was a close up of the tranny blowing one of the guys. Her tongue swirled around the bloated purple head and occasionally she looked up and smiled with the big dick in her mouth. I jumped slightly when I felt Mike's hand on my leg. It landed at the knee and slid smoothly back and forth up my stockinged thigh. Every so often, the back of his knuckles would touch my dick or balls sending a jolt through me. I reached down to start jacking myself off. "Stop that," Mike said in a low, menacing voice. "You'll get to cum. But not yet." His hand reached up into my panties and began caressing my nuts. I moved my hips back and forth trying to get off by his touch alone. I needed to cum worse than I needed to breathe. "You wanna cum, right?" Mike asked. His breathing was faster also. I nodded yes. He pointed to the screen, "You see what she's doing, right?" I nodded again. Mike pulled his hand out from under my skirt and grabbed the back of my neck. He began pushing me towards his dick which throbbed up and down with the beat of his heart. I stole a look back at the television as my head was being pushed down. The tranny on the screen had the cock all the way in her mouth and was bobbing back and forth furiously. Mike's hand straightened my head and I opened my mouth. I'd had my cousin's dick in my mouth before for a couple of seconds. It wasn't a big deal. Right? It felt strange having Mike's dick in my mouth. I made my lips into an 'O' and began to run them from the top to the bottom. Well, as far to the bottom as I could get. For a fat, ugly, nerdy guy, he kind of had a big dick. It was soft on my tongue and hard at the center. I licked the shaft. I tongued the piss hole. I lapped at his balls. Mike had wadded up my hair into his hand and was directing my pace. I looked up at the television and saw the tranny playing with the guy's balls as she sucked. I brought my free hand around and held Mike's shrunken balls in my hand as I swallowed his dick over and over again.. I did as she did and ran my fingertips over the puckered skin. Mike began pushing my head faster and faster. "Oh yeah," he said through gritted teeth and pulled my head up to the tip of his dick and held it there. I felt it twitch in my mouth several times as something salty and warm filled my mouth. I swallowed some back but a small amount leaked from the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. Mike pulled me off and lay breathing heavily for a while. I was in a trance. Even though his hand had let go of my head, I continued to lick and suck the head of his cock. I pulled one of his balls into my mouth and rolled it around. Mike's hand came back and pulled me off his sensitive, shrinking member. "Jesus Christ," he said disgustedly and sat up. He buried his face in his hand and shook his head back and forth. "What the hell have I done?" he asked himself without looking at me. "I'm sorry..." he started. I didn't know what to say. I still needed to cum, my mouth was full of cum and I suddenly felt as though I had done something worse than anyone in the history of mankind. Mike's pause extended and finally I blurted out, "I liked it." Mike looked up at me slowly and took me in from head to toe. The French porno was still on in the background and the whole situation seemed even more ridiculous as I took it all in. In the basement of an older man from church, dressed in his sister's clothes, mouthful of cum and a French porno on. The tranny on the screen was laying across one guy's lap and getting spanked while she sucked the guy next to him. I stood slowly from the bed on the high heels and removed my panties. I left them hanging around the ankle of one shoe and waited for a second. Beside Mike's bed, a hairbrush was laying on the dresser. I picked it up and presented him the handle. "I guess I've been bad." I saw Mike swallow hard and his soft cock jump. His breathing was picking up again as he moved to the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything, he just put his feet on the concrete floor and sat there. I moved to his side, hiked my skirt up and leaned over his lap. For a moment, nothing happened. I half expected him to throw me on the floor, then throw me out. I started to get a very nervous, horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. But then I felt his fingers glide over one of my exposed ass cheeks. It crept towards my crack and I felt a finger push on my asshole. I arched my back inwards to rock my hips forward and the back out, beckoning him to finger me. He tapped his finger on my asshole and then withdrew that hand from my ass. I felt his free hand come up and hold my back down. The room exploded in the noise of the back of the hairbrush coming down hard on my ass. He didn't speak. He just kept on spanking my ass. He would stop every so often and run his hand over the heat coming from my ass. It burned like fire but I started humping his leg with my leaking cock. As he spanked my sissy ass, I reached under me and found his stiffening prick and freshly emptied balls. I started stroking him under me. I heard the brush land back on the table but wasn't sure what to do until Mike said, "Get on your knees. Suck it again." I slid to the floor and put my hands on the tops of his knees. Both of his hands came to the side of my head and guided my open and wet mouth back onto his dick. I figured I had done alright the first time I let him mouth fuck me so I started doing that again. He was hard again and very sensitive. He guided me at a slower pace this time. Long strokes up and down his shaft. When he would hold my head at the tip, I would swirl my tongue all over it like a starving dog on a popsicle. When he rocked onto his back, I'd dart my tongue in and out of his hairy asshole. Mike began to moan and breath heavier. His prick was rock hard now and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth again but instead he pulled me off it. I moved back as he stood and pointed at the bed. "On all fours, legs apart." I jumped up and did as I was told. I spread my legs and let the cool damp air of the basement caress my naked dick, balls and asshole. I could hear him doing something in the background but didn't dare look. A slow roll of thunder sounded in the distance. I felt a smear of something wet on my ass and knew then that he was putting some kind of lube on my ass, just like with the tranny in the film. The movie was long over and the tape had begun rewinding. Mike walked over to the television and put another tape in. "Sissy Cumslut Whores" popped up on the title credits and a young sissy just like me was on her knees sucking a big black cock. I knew then that this afternoon had been no accident. Mike returned to his spot between my legs and began pushing his cock into my tight hole. Part of the fooling around I did with my cousin had involved putting things in our asses so I knew to relax. He slid one of his fat, hairy fingers straight into me and I let out a slow moan. "You like that?" he said with a laugh. "Then you're gonna love this." I felt his cockhead position itself at my asshole and begin to push. I bit the comforter and concentrated on relaxing. It went easily past the first ring of my ass but hung up at the inner ring. I tensed up and Mike quit shoving for a second. "Relax, bitch," he said. Bitch? I felt my dick bob and drop a spot of precum onto Mike's bed. I relaxed my ass and as soon as he could, Mike buried himself in me. It hurt at first. And felt like I needed to take a giant shit. But as he withdrew from me, pleasure swept through my body. Again he drove into me, filling me with his cock. I raised my heels up to his ass and pulled him in with every thrust. His pace picked up and I could feel his balls slapping against mine. "You filthy little fucking sissy," he said in a low voice as he fucked me. "I'm going cum in your ass and then make you lick my fucking cock off." I felt everything tense up inside me. Mike's prick was hammering my prostate and the idea of having to lick off his cock... I felt myself start to cum. Shot after shot after shot poured out of me. Yet it felt really weird because Mike continued fucking me. In fact, as I came, he fucked me harder and kept calling me a'slut' and a 'faggot'. I had almost finished my orgasm when I felt his hands tighten on my hips. He pulled me close and buried it deep and began shooting another huge load. I could feel him cumming inside my broken cherry ass and clenched up to make it tighter. He stayed in me for a while before pulling out completely spent. I had cum but I wasn't even remotely satisfied. Mike slumped into the chair beside the bed and I stood on very shaky legs. A line of cum ran down my leg towards my white stockings and my own cock was all sticky from blowing a load. Sticky, but not soft. I just wanted to cum again. And again. And again. Mike saw the huge mess on his bed and on my cock. He looked up at me and I looked down at the floor. "You wanna cum again, dontcha?" he asked. I shook my head yes. "You don't cum unless my cock is in you from now on. So if you wanna jack off, then get on your knees and start sucking my dick." I got on my knees and took his now filthy cock into my mouth. I started jacking furiously and concentrated on the horrible taste in my mouth and the soreness in my ass. Within seconds, I shot another load into my hand. Mike laughed as he saw me cum. "Lick that shit up too. In fact," he said settling into the chair, "I think you've got car trouble tonight and you need to stay over. I'll take you back in the morning. Maybe." I began licking up my own cum on my knees. I could feel the whoreish red high heels against my naked ass. My stocking covered thighs rubbed together and against my balls. My cock was all sticky still so I scooped the cum off of it and licked that up also. Mike looked down at me with a questioning expression but before he could speak, I showed him the cum in my mouth and then swallowed it before asking, "What other outfits do you have?" Like I said, I was horny all the time. And just wanted to fuck. |
The seminar started at the local Marriot today. I, as the lead appraiser for my office was the main organizer for it. We had brought in one of the best appraisers in the East to share his expertise in appraising and developing a larger client base. The real estate market on Eastern Long Island was hot and I wanted to capture more of the $$$ it was spreading around. My name is Gayle. I moved out here from the city 5 years ago with my wife Linda. Yeah were lesbians, big deal. We're both in our upper 30's and in good shape for our age. Anyway we bought a nice 4 bdr. home with pool on a quiet cul-de-sac, 3 miles from the beach in an area with a good gay and lesbian community, and plenty of opportunity. Linda is an OR nurse at the local hospital. We share our home with Amber & Carol. Amber has her own construction company and Carol owns a local salon. I met Bill at the hotel and showed him the set up. We had time before it started so I invited him for coffee and to discuss the weeks meeting schedule. On the way to the dining room I looked him over... a bit longish hair, a well fitted suit, about 5' 6 or 7. Probably about 45. He hung his sport coat on his chair and we sat & drank our coffee. I noticed his wedding ring and surprisingly, through his white shirt I noticed what appeared to be nipple rings as well. As he lifted his cup I saw he had soft but well manicured hands. In fact it looked like they had a clear or almost pink tint to them. We talked a little about what he would be teaching over the next few days and headed back to the meeting room. I fiqured that with pierced nipples he was probably pretty cool so I told him that I had a home not far away with a spare bedroom and a pool and he could stay there instead of a cold hotel room. Bill said it sounded like a good idea but he would have to call his wife and get her ok first. I said fine and he said we could call at lunch time. The morning session went well and at the lunch break he called his wife. He explained the situation to her and said "yes ma'am" a couple of times. He handed me the phone and said that Mary wanted to talk to me. I told her about the house and that I was gay, and just hoped to pick his brain a bit more without the meeting attendees around. Yeah I was a little selfish but it has helped me get where I am in business today. She told me it was okay for him to stay but there were a few rules she had for him. She said he was well versed in household chores and she should be expected to help with dishes and cleaning. She also said that he is required to obey when told do something. Finally she had to wear the swimsuit she packed for her. I said that's fine and gave Bill back the phone. Mary seemed to have a problem with gender. She seemed to call him "she" more than once in our conversation. That was odd I thought, and wondered what was up with the swimming comment. Bill sort of nodded a few more "Yes Ma'am"s into the phone followed by an ""I promise I'll behave", said goodbye and hung up. He said that everything was cool with her and wanted to know what she told me. I said he was supposed to do the dishes and behave and something about your new bathing suit. He blushed at that and really had me wondering what was up with them. He certainly seemed to be a bit submissive to her on the phone. The afternoon session ended and we were free until 3:30 Tuesday. I suggested he follow me home and he seemed shocked to see me grab my helmet on the way to the door. We met in the parking lot and he followed my Indian in his Mazda. It was only about ten miles to my home. I showed him around and showed him the guest bedroom. At lunch I had explained my living situation so it was no surprise when I introduced Linda as my wife. She was off most of the week and was lounging by the pool when we got in. She looked hot in her silver bikini with her long tanned legs. Judging by his reaction Bill looked impressed with her attributes as well. I took his coat and said I would put his bag in the guest room and fix us drinks. He asked for a tequila sunrise. I had a beer. I really wanted to sneak a peek into his suitcase and answer the curiosity his wife built in me about his swimsuit. I knew I shouldn't but he was outside at the opposite end of the house and wouldn't hear me open it. I plopped the case on the bed and hesitated a bit but then I went ahead and unzipped it. I moved a couple shirts and then saw some soft pink straps. How odd I thought and pulled them up slowly. They turned out to be a cute pink bikini top. Looking further I found a bikini bottom and a short pink swim skirt to go with it. Worried someone would miss me I started replacing the items and notice a couple of lacy panty briefs and a camisole. I packed it all back in and went downstairs to the bar and poured Bill a stiff drink, grabbed a Sam Adams for Linda and I and went back out by the pool where they were talking. I was wondering what he would look like in the 3 piece pink bikini and if he would really wear it if I told him to. I thought that Bill and Mary must be pretty kinky. He asked me about my bike and I offered him a ride. He said he would love to but wanted to change out of his suit. While he was changing I told Linda about his bikini and stuff I had noticed in his case and his piercings, and also about my talk with his wife. She said it seemed we had a submissive sissy girl for a house guest. Linda thought we could have a whole bunch of fun with Bill so why not take advantage of it. I agreed and said we would join her for a swim when we got back and see how he handles wearing her bikini for us. I told her to call Amber and Carol and fill them in so they wouldn't be surprised when they got home. Bill came down in jeans and a tee. We went out through the garage and I tossed him a helmet and laughingly told him that he would be riding on the "bitch seat" and better behave. He said I had a nice bike and he is happy to be the "bitch" on it. We laughed and headed down the road. I gave him a tour of the town and then headed by the beach. I pointed out a gay bar we usually went to on the beach. He asked to stop at a shop on they beach. He said he needed to stop and get a new bathing suit so he could swim later as he forgot his. I new he was lying and kept driving. I told him his wife said she packed him one and he was to wear it. He was strangely quiet the rest of the way. We roared back into the driveway and I told him I was going to go for a swim. I poured him another strong tequila sunrise and grabbed a beer. I went to change telling him he had to serve the next round. I put on one of my sexiest suits and went out and gave Linda a long hot kiss. Bill was watching while having a drink and a smoke. I turned and told him to go change into his swim trunks and join us and he blushingly declined, saying he changed his mind. I told him that wasn't good enough and teased that I would tell his wife if he didn't. He sort of bowed his head and muttered "yes miss" as he headed for the house. Linda and I had a good laugh when he was gone and softly kissed. We were still lounging each other when Bill returned wrapped in a towel. Well drop the towel and lets see the new suit Bill, I demanded. He unwrapped and sure enough was wearing the pink bikini bottom. We both told him how cute it was but I told him it looked like he was missing some of it. Before I sent him to finish the job I made him come closer and show us his nipple rings. There was almost no bulge in his crotch so I thought he must have tucked himself back. As he turned to leave I noticed a small padlock hanging out the back of his suit. I pointed it out to Linda and we tried to figure out how that fit into everything. When Bill returned he was wearing all 3 pieces. We had him twirl for us and told him he looked sweet. He blushed almost the same pink as his suit. I sent him back in to get us all another drink. He served us our drinks and lay out in the lounger next to Linda. We asked him why his wife got him that bikini and he told us that she thought girls are prettier and more fun, and she says I'm more obedient this way. I lit a joint and offered him some hoping to relax him more so he would open up. After a long toke he thanked us for not laughing at him and teasing her about the suit, and said how great it was that we let him be at my house instead of at the hotel. I laughed and told that maybe we just didn't start teasing her yet and we will see if he feels the same way in 5 days when the conference was over. She said her fem name was Brenda and that she had been submissive to his wife since before they were married. When I asked her about the padlock on her back he said it held a light weight chain that locked into her P A piercing. He said he wasn't allowed to use his penis like a man but could only rub it between his legs more like a clitoris. Brenda blushed when we laughed and said we agreed with her wife. They should all be locked up until needed Linda piped in. After all strap-ons don't get soft or make testosterone. I handed Linda a bottle of lotion and told her to spread it on Brenda because the sun was still pretty hot. Brenda was enjoying Linda's attention, but I forgot to tell her it was a quick tanning lotion, not a sun block. I lit another joint and passed it to Brenda. I guess the drink, pot, and hot sun combined to tire her out and she was soon asleep on the lounger. Linda and I discussed what we could do to make Brenda more fem during the short time she would be here. We would have to work around the 3-4 hours a day he/she would be teaching, and not do anything that would effect that, but his wife had pretty much given me carte blanche with her sissy. We gently turned Brenda over on the lounger to get her tanned evenly and went in to start dinner. Brenda awoke about an hour later and jumped in the pool. She came in and I sent her up to shower. A minute or 2 later Linda & I heard a loud gasp. What's wrong Brenda? The bikini left me tanned like a girl he yelled down. I went up to see and said she looked adorable and should consider it a sissy tattoo. She worried about going to the beach with the tan lines and I told her not worry and that dinner was ready soon and I would put out something comfortable for her to wear. I had a denim skirt and pink bra & tank top that would look cute on her. She came down wearing them. As she was coming down the stairs Carol walked in the door and declared "Well who's the new bitch? That's not a Bitch, that's our sissy house guest Linda told her. Carol said that she was cute but she needed a little makeover. I told her to wait until after dinner and then introduced her to Bill who was blushing away. We had a nice dinner and as we were finishing Amber came in from work. We introduced her to Bill. She shook his hand and, kissed Carol and sat down and ate. After dinner we relaxed a bit and I decided we should take Bill to the bar. He said he would need to change first and Carol told him she would help and led him down the hall to a room he hadn't yet seen. Upon entering Carol said it was her home salon and that she used it to do Amber, Linda's and my hair. Bill was balking saying he meant to go to his room and put on his shirt & jeans. Carol said that wouldn't do as they were going to a women's bar and she was going to do his hair and make-up. When Bill protested Amber got up and suggested he do as he was told. As she was about 4" taller than Bill, and probably stronger he returned to the beauty chair. I called Bill's wife and filled her in on the day's events. She was pleased about his wearing the bikini and said she couldn't wait to see her tan. She said to take a free rein in dressing him but to make sure he could still appear mostly normal in work situations. We talked a bit more and agreed to talk more the next day. I went in to tell him and Carol what Mary had said. Bill blushed and Carol smiled and said she knew just what to do. Amber reentered the room with a few long straps and bound the sissy securely to her chair. Carol told him to behave so she could get to work. She started thinning and arching his eyebrows, but not too much. She combed out his hair and started to trim it a bit before using a curling iron to give him a prettier style, then did his toe and fingers in a nice bright summer red. As she was working I told Bill that he would be Brenda for the rest of his stay and he better get used to it or the polish would stay on his fingers tomorrow. (I wouldn't have made him do his seminar like that but he didn't know that.) I told him I would be having more discussions with Mary and he had better behave himself. Carol finished his makeup and added 2nd earring to her his already pierced ears. When she released him he probably looked better than he ever had before but would still be made as a male. I had Brenda take off the tank top and gave her a lacy dark red top and cinched in her waist with a snug 3" belt. Amber had a pair of strappy open toed pumps that fit her well and we were ready to go. We hopped in Brenda's car and headed to the bar. Once inside we said high to the bartender, Janet, and headed to a table. Janet was a dear friend and was one of the bar's owners. I told Brenda to go to the bar and get our drinks. I could see some heads turn as she walked to the bar, even a couple of whistles and a very clear "Hi Sissy" from one of the patrons. I could see Brenda blushing from my seat. She returned with the drinks on a tray and served us all and sat. After some small talk I took Brenda onto the patio to have a smoke and showed her the private beach the bar owned as the last of the daylight faded. I pulled her to me and forced my tongue down her throat. We kissed for a couple minutes and she melted in my arms. She gasped as we parted and asked why. Because I wanted to feel you submit and get all frustrated you silly sissy, I told her. She thanked me and we headed back in. After we rejoined the table Janet came over to get the tray. She mentioned that one of her waitresses had called in sick and she was short handed. She said Brenda looked like she knew what she was doing with a tray in her hands earlier and wondered if we would lend her to her as a cocktail waitress for a few hours. She thought it would be neat to have a sissy serving the ladies in the bar. And we could drink free all night if we said okay. Brenda was moaning about if not being fair and blushing at the same time. Amber, Carol and I looked at each other and all nodded in agreement. I told Brenda to get her sissy as up and get to work. Janet took her to the office for a minute and she came out with a pretty frilly apron and cap and a tray and started walking the floor taking orders. She gave a huge blush when the DJ announced that Sissy Brenda would be the waitress for the evening and there was a big laugh from the crowd of about 150. Brenda was busy constantly but did remember to come by and get our order now and again. The 3rd time she came by she was complaining about the heels and how her feet were hurting. I had enough to drink by then that I just told her to shut up and do her job or I would pull her over my lap and spank her in front of everyone and then she wouldn't worry about her feet as much. The evening was going well and Linda and I danced a bit and walked on the beach for a while. When we got back to the table Brenda came over, put her tray down and said she didn't think her feet would last much longer. I reminded her what I said earlier and she said she wouldn't let it happen. She forgot about Amber apparently. Amber got up, grabbed her hand and pulled her arm behind her back. I moved my chair out and Amber pushed her down over my lap and pulled her skirt up revealing her pink pantied ass. I started swatting her and when she started to squirm Gayle hopped up and stood with Brenda's head squeezed between her legs keeping her in place. A crowd gathered to watch, cheering "spank the sissy, Spank the Sissy". After about 10 minutes I relented and told her to kneel. I asked her if she was ready to return to work and she said she was. I told her to apologize for causing a scene and to kiss Amber's, Carol's, Linda's and my feet and hop to it. As she went back to work the gathered crowd cheered. I don't know which was redder, her face or ass. By 1 am we were getting tired and had Janet release Amber form her duties and got ready to head home. Janet joked that she hadn't even cleaned the bathrooms yet. I we said maybe another time. On the ride home Brenda said that she really did have fun and that after the spanking she was actually treated much better by the gals at the bar and even got about $80.00 in tips. Once home we all pretty much went straight to bed. Bill had to do a morning seminar, Amber & Carol had work and I was going to the seminar. I gave Brenda a night gown to wear and kissed her goodnight, then joined my lovely wife for some hot sex before sleeping. Chapter 2 The next morning Bill and I went to the hotel for his seminar. I spent so much time thinking about the rest of the days plans that I wasn't paying much attention, but I had plenty of time to talk business with him anyway so I wasn't worried. We left after lunch and headed back to the house. It was a gorgeous day so I told Bill to get ready for the beach. He said we should just use the pool but I told him no way. It was to nice a day and there were too many beautiful people to watch at the beach. He whined that it would be too hot having to wear a shirt to hide his tan lines and I told him that he would just have to wear his bikini. When he balked I picked up the phone and asked what his wife's phone # was. He knew I wasn't kidding and went and put on his bikini. We styled his hair and headed for the beach. I told him not to worry as we would be at the beach at the bar and the girls already saw him last night. We sunned for a few hours and his tan was coming along beautifully. I bet he wouldn't be going topless anywhere for a long time after this week. Those tan lines were going to last along time. We went back to the house and I gave Brenda a skirt to wear with her pink bra and put her to work cleaning house. I figured she would be busy for a couple hours between cleaning the kitchen and bedrooms and doing laundry. I spent about an hour on the phone with Mary mainly discussing how we could feminize Brenda in a more permanent way, but one that wouldn't affect her job. Atleast not for the short term. When I hung up with Mary I immediately called Linda and talked about the plans I made with Mary. She said to count her in and she would get the needed supplies together before she left work. I called Carol and let her know the plans. She had a client at the salon that would be happy to help, and she said she would call Amber and tell her of their plans. Brenda finished her chores and I let her change and sent her out to the package store and told her she could go shopping on her own but to be back for dinner by 7:00. She asked if we were going to the bar again tonight and I told her we would probably just party at home. I had Brenda change back into the denim mini and tank top for dinner. The rest of the girls strolled in after work and Carol had brought her friend Lisa with her. After introducing her to Brenda we had a couple drinks and joints before dinner and then relaxed on the patio. Carol said she wanted to try a full makeover on Brenda and I told her that might be fun and for Brenda to go with her to her office. Amber and Lisa went with them as I went over our plans with Linda. She assured me that everything would go smoothly and she had everything they needed in the cabinet in Carols office. When we entered Lisa had just finished setting up a video camera. Brenda wanted to know what it was for and was told it was to have a copy of the event for his wife. He still didn't now what we had planned. While he was seated I reached around and started playing with his breasts and kissing his neck. He complained that he was getting excited and an erection would be a bit painful sitting in the salon chair. I told him he would have to suffer for a little bit and kissed him, driving my tounge deep in his mouth. Before he knew what was happening Lisa and Amber had secured his hands to the chair. He pulled away from my kiss and asked what they were going to do. I told him I talked to Mary today and we were going to make her fantasy and his come true. Poor Brenda had no idea what was coming. I lit a joint and held it for him to toke. That helped calm him a bit and as he exhaled he realized that Amber had cut through the lock and chain at his back. Carol pulled his feet forward and secured them to supports that appeared out of the front of the chair, almost like an exam chair. We cut of her skirt then her pretty panties and let her cock swing free. Brenda said she hadn't been unlocked in quite a while and and wondered if Mary said it was okay. I assured her that Mary said it was and that she was even going to get to play with it. Amber caressed her nipples and her cock started to get hard. It was pretty impressive for a cock as it reached about 8 1/2 inches. No wonder she keeps it locked I told her. Wouldn't want that getting out too much. I untied her right hand and told her to start stroking it. Carol and Lisa joined Amber caressing and kissing her all over and I kept up a pretty one sided conversation with Brenda, passing her a joint and getting her hot. "It's nice watching you play Brenda. Not as pretty as a woman but fun. Keep stroking it honey but don't come yet. I bet it feels soo good." I stroked it with her and squeezed a bit. I scooped some precome and wiped it on her lips. "Oh yeah Brenda it's so hard and big. Yeah, stroke it for Gayle, yeah show these dykes how a big cock works. Stroke it like you'll never have another chance. Make it real hot. I want it to come like never before. This is your chance to to be a real man. Make it so hot for me Brenda. You have 5 hot lesbians watching you stroke it for the last time. You make it so hot for me. My panties are soaked just from watching you. Here lick my panties for me." I straddled the chair and lowered my crotch slowly to his mouth. "Smell my pussy Brenda. Don't you wish you had one like it. Yes yes lick it baby oh yeah. Now stroke that cock. Do you want to come for us Brenda. Hmmm, yeah lick me more, oh yeah Brenda that feels so nice. Yeah now lick my ass for me." I turned around so he could tounge my rear. " Oh thats a nice tongue Brenda. Now I can watch you stroke your cock. Oh yes, stick it deeper in my ass. Clean me all out. Now stroke it harder Brenda. Keep that tongue deep in there. Now come for us Brenda. Come on stroke it, stroke it, yes come, come like never before or again." And she did, she came in huge gobs into a bowl that Carol held under his cock. He was twitching and panting and his tongue was still buried in my butt. He finally started to come down a bit and i gently got up. I stroked his nipples and whispered to him to open his mouth. Carol poured his come into his mouth and I put my hand over it and told him to swallow. He obeyed beautifully and i retied his hand. He asked to be let up but I told him no. He had his fun and now it was our turn. He said Mary wanted him kept locked up and wondered about the broken chain. I told him not to worry as Linda appeared in her sexy Halloween nurses outfit and held up a syringe. A look of fear came over Brendas face and I told him that he had his fantasy, and now it was time for his wife's. He started to squirm and try to get loose as Linda approached him. I gripped his balls tightly and urged him to sit still. Linda stuck him in the arm and I explained that it was just to help him relax a little. As the drugs took effect Linda set up her equipment. I told Brenda that she would never need that silly chain again as we were going to fix her so she would look prettier in her panties. She tried to talk but I held her mouth shut. I told her not to worry as we were not going to remove any of her male parts. I took my wet panties and stuffed them in her mouth and tied them in place with a stocking. We angled the mirrors so she could see what we were doing. I watched as Linda gave Brenda a shot in her crotch to numb the area a bit. She took another hypo and pulling his ball sack tight stuck it straight into Brendas testicals, one by one. Brenda almost fainted at the sight, but Amber was quick on the draw with smelling salts to keep her alert. Linda gently tucked Brendas balls up into her pelvis and I held them in place for her. She explained that the next step was the most difficult as she pushed a strange looking tube into her scrotal sac and then another inside that tube with a piece of green mesh attached. She worked deliberatelty but sure handedly and soon removed the tubes. She explained to Brenda that the mesh was developed for hernia operations and would seal of the openings in her pelvis to prevent the balls from dropping back into the sack. She said the shots were actually a testosterone blocker to help keep the balls smaller until the mesh became permanent in about a week. She put a drop of dermabond cement on the hole the tube made to seal them and took out a second tray. She explained to Brenda that the reason for not needing the chain would soon be apparent. She stroked Brendas perineum then her cock asking if she could feel it. Brenda shook her head no and Linda started on the next task. She took a scraper from the tray and scrapped the skin up on the perineum and then on the bottom of Brendas flacid penis. Brenda was warned against squirmming and did her best to remain still. I'm sure she was worried about causing more damage to herself by moving. Soon Linda pulled Brenda's cock back between her legs and looked to be checking how it would fit. She then applied a heavy coat of dermabond to the bottom side and pressed it down to her perineum. When she let go Brendas cock stayed in place. She took a suture and placed 6 or 8 stitches in each side. She said they would disolve in about a week and were there to help hold it all together until the skin had a chance to heal. She said that it should all grow together and in about a week Brendas cock would be part of her perineum. She took the extra skin from the now empty scrotal sac and pulled it over the cock covering all but the head and its shiny gold ring. She used the rest of the bonding agent and a few more stitches to attach this in place. She held the mirror for Brenda to see her work. Brenda's eyes went wide as she saw her now totally emasculated crotch. Linda picked up one last syringe and gave Brenda a shot in her butt cheek. Linda said it was a slow release estrogen shot and with her earlier shot would help keep her from getting hard for awhile until her handiwork had a chance to completely cure. Brenda was softly crying as Linda put her tools away and Carol cleaned her crotch. I stroked her face and whispered how she was a brave girl to take it so well. I told her I couldnt wait to see how pretty she would look in her bikini now. Carol said she and Lisa had a present for Brenda for being so good. Lisa opened a box and pulled out her tattoo gun. A stunned Brenda could only watch as Lisa moved to her crotch and turned on her gun. 45 minutes later she had tattooed a lavender butterfly and "SISSY GYRL" in pink letters across her crotch. We Slowly released Brenda from her bonds and let her touch herself. She seemed amazed at the work that was done. In less than 3 hours she had become a permanent sissy. Lisa bandaged her art work and I slid a panty girdle on Brenda to help keep everything in place. I took Brenda to her bedroom and told her she would have to thank everyone for their wonderful work. To be continued. |
_Many thanks to friend and reader Eric_Shift for his valuable suggestions with some of the dialog in this story._ *** Athena bounded up the path from the sea caves, leaping the old steps two and three at a time, scattering kaleidoscopic clouds of birds and bugs. Her muscles burned as she pushed herself harder in anticipation of reaching the crest of the ridge. That's where the lush emerald tunnel that crowded the trail since it turned inland from the coast gave way to the sun, the breeze and panoramic views of the whole island. From there it was a mostly level jog along the snaky trail as it followed the knife edged ridge to the cliffs. At the end of the trail there were old naval gun emplacements at the bottom of another set of cracked concrete steps some doomed Japanese soldiers had built a distant age ago. She knew the path so well she could run it in the dark. Sometimes she did. She broke from the trees and was in the sun again. Athena kept running; muscles stretching, lungs heaving, skin perspiring, mind focused only on her next few footfalls. As usual she ran barefoot, wearing a headband and a sports bra. She wore nothing else. She loved to jog along her jungle trails in the nude but, unfortunately, her breasts had developed to a point where that was no longer practical. She resented the large, teardrop shaped mounds that stood out from her chest and awkwardly bounced and swayed with every movement. She especially hated the way they collected sweat underneath when she slouched in a chair to read or bent forward to pick through the streams and tidal pools. Ingrid had laughed at her annoyance. She confidently predicted Athena would one day be glad to have such a "spectacular pair of ta-tas". But when pressed for details, the stout German matron would only grin and say, "You'll see Boo-boo." Athena had not been convinced. However, when she noticed how her rapidly transforming body evoked so much distress in her father, she realized perhaps there was power in those ridiculous mounds after all. Irritating her father and the flunkies he'd employed as her keepers had become something of a hobby for her. Bored and lonely, she lashed out at any convenient target. So when she saw the growing distress in her father's eyes when confronted with her increasingly adult body, she knew she'd finally found her perfect weapon. She became a nudist. Max, her bodyguard, and her father fussed and yelled, but they found that, after having already taken her freedom from her, they had left themselves no effective punishment. So, a nudist-of-spite she remained. Max and her other handlers had finally stopped even trying to get her to clothe herself unless her father was around. And he was around precious little. He had left this morning, in fact. He'd only stayed three days, enough time to wish her happy birthday and introduce her to her latest voluptuous "step-mom" before flying away again to be absent for months and month. Her irritation and hopelessness spurred her into a sprint. The effort cleared her mind and soothed her simmering anger. It occurred to her she hadn't heard the helicopter return. Max wasn't back yet. _Good_, she thought. In her opinion it was ridiculous to have a bodyguard on this boring little island. Max struggled to justify his position as though a regimen of unnecessary patrols and lengthy, painful martial arts lessons imposed upon Athena several times a week. All that was bad enough, but to Athena his presence was yet another reminder that her father had deemed her too valuable to be free. And so she ran; nearly naked; from one end of the island to the other; day after day after day; beautiful, sleek and a little crazy - a she-tiger in raised in too small a cage. She now loped easily along the more or less level trail that snaked along the spine of the heights. She looked off to her left at the white, loosely clustered buildings of the failed resort her father had bought and converted to serve as her spacious prison. She scanned the usual view: the azure lagoon; the northern valley cloaked in emerald jungle; the rocky hills wreathed in blue mist. But when she looked ahead she saw the short, stout form of Ingrid standing at the junction of the trail back to the cabins. Something was wrong. Ingrid's damp, florid face registered sadness. She raised a hand and called to Athena. She was saying something... *** Athena never remembered Ingrid telling her that her Father was dead; she only remembered having been told. It was as if the course of her life had suffered a fracture and the crack had left a gap. She only remembered standing at the trail junction, bare-bottomed, sweaty and unsure what to do or how to react while her hefty German matron started walking back to the compound, sadly shaking her head. Athena felt shock, but she did not feel sadness. Actually, honestly, it was as if her prayers had been answered in every detail. When her father had only promised to "think about it" when she demanded her freedom on her eighteenth birthday, she had asked God for some horrible things. And - apparently - God had listened. She was free. The helicopter had killed him, Ingrid had said. It had crashed. Athena remembered Victoria, the latest step-mother. The sadness finally came. She'd actually kind of liked Victoria. Victoria was a blond, eastern European woman with blue eyes, big boobs, curvy hips and about fifteen more years than Athena. She was exactly the type of short-term step-mother she'd come to expect from her father. But Victoria had been surprisingly different. Unlike the others, Victoria had shown real interest in Athena. They had spoken as equals, like friends, or even sisters. Victoria had even spoken frankly about secret things everyone else had been too scared of her father to discuss. They had spoken of the world beyond the horizon, of boys and men... of _sex_. After years of being surrounded by the people her Father had hired to raise her, the two days with Victoria had been the nearest Athena had to a friend in half a lifetime. She paused to get to her knees in a dusty patch of grass. She prayed that Victoria was OK. Dazed, Athena walked aimlessly. It was hot. She peeled off her top to enjoy the feeling of the sun and wind on her bare body. She drifted down off the ridge, past the old overgrown bunkers and into the trees before she found herself back by the eastern edge of the old resort compound, not too far from her bungalow. She found a hose hooked to a working spigot and rinsed the sweat from her unruly black hair with the cool water. The chill was brief, the air being so warm, but Athena enjoyed it, admiring her own goosepimply skin and pert nipples. She raised a hand to caress them wistfully. She was suddenly giddy. Good God, she was free at last. The thought of being able to leave this island and finally live her life gave her a thrill. Cupping her left breast in her hand, she drew her fingertips down her belly and flicked at her public hairs a few times. She thought of the things she wanted to try when she got off this island; things her Father had marooned her here to keep her from. Her finger was just beginning to glide into the damp, tender folds between her thighs when she thought she heard a voice from around the pool house. She peeked around the corner to see Chin, the old caretaker, walking away while the two handymen watched him go and shrugged at each other. The handymen were Australian, brought in to fix the storm damage from the big cyclone last month. They were younger than the men her Father usually hired; the blond one was perhaps thirty and over six feet tall; the brown-haired one was a little younger and a lot shorter. They were both shirtless, working under a tarp with their tools and the disassembled water filter spread out around them. She had seen them only twice before and both times they had refused to even look at her, no doubt pre-warned by Max to avert their eyes from his charge _or else_. Keenly aware of her nudity for the first time in years, her skin was electric with anticipation and a little fear. She stepped from behind the white stucco box of the pool house and began walking towards the handymen. " _My_ handymen," she reminded herself. The shorter one noticed her with a wide-eyed double take and nudged his colleague. They both faced her with slack jawed surprise as she walked up naked, her tanned skin glistening with sweat. Her large brown eyes met theirs. The mere fact that they didn't look away this time sent a tingle through her body. "We're, uh... We're sorry to hear about your dad," said the taller one, straining to conduct himself coolly. "Yeah," added the other one, nodding sympathetically. "Thank you so much. You're very kind," she answered formally. An awkward pause enveloped them. The tall one shifted nervously from foot to foot while his friend absentmindedly opened and closed a pair of grimy pliers. She noticed how they kept looking down to grab glances at her body, how their eyes had an animal hunger in them when they looked back up to her face. She could feel their barely contained lust wash over her like a physical force. It was intoxicating. A gush of wind riled the trees all along the valley. The dappled light filtering through the palms around the pool skittered and danced over the small group. Athena felt a sudden lurch of nausea as the guys' faces seemed to grow washed out and grainy. They appeared to develop harsh black halos in the shifting, strobing sunlight. "Oh no," she said weakly, throwing her hands up over her face to shut out the suddenly too intense light as she sagged down in a rush to get to the ground before she blacked out. She hadn't had a seizure in months. Why now? The world receded as she rolled onto the flagstones. She was dimly aware of the two handymen buzzing around her, trying to help. She couldn't focus on their words, but their frantic voices were charged with panic. She pressed her forehead to the hard, cool ground fighting fiercely to keep from slipping into a seizure. The coolness soothed her over-agitated mind. The heaviness of thought began to recede a little and she knew she'd won. It had been close. "Shit miss, please... are you OK?" said one of the men in a nasally voice as he kneeled close by, his head within inches of hers. "I'm OK. Just give me a second," she finally said. "Fuck me dead," he groaned and sat back on his haunches in relief. "I about shit meself," said the other, standing close by. "Can we get you anything?" said the one now sitting on the ground next to her. Athena could hear that the wind was still rustling the trees and she dreaded confronting the dancing, disorienting light, but she was feeling suddenly cold and she wanted to get out into the sun. "Can you guys move me out into the sun?" she asked. There was a pause. "Um... pick you up and move you?" "Yes. Please." They fumbled helplessly, trying to figure out the best way to lift a nude, sweaty girl lying face down on the ground. One asked her to roll over and she shifted over to her side, both arms thrown across her clenched-shut eyes. Finally they had her; their arms under her; their strong hands holding her; moving her out into the sun. She ventured a peek and the guys smiled weakly as they laid her down on a white plastic lounge chair. "What happened there?" asked the taller one. "I just get these... _spells_ from time to time." "Are you OK now?" "Yes. It's just that the crazy light under the trees makes me feel woozy sometimes, especially if my mind is working too fast." "Yeah, I'm sure you've got plenty on your mind," said the short one sitting down on the lounger next to her. He perched on the very edge, hovering close. She could smell his body; a masculine smell. He looked into her eyes with sympathy but as she held his gaze she could feel a coarse brutishness roiling behind his mask of concern. "I was just thinking how there is so much I've missed, being stuck out here," she said. She was feeling their lust again. She looked up at the tall one, who was still standing over her. She caught him staring down at the patch of fuzz between her legs. He looked away quickly, catching her eye with a look of embarrassment; but again, deep within, the look of desire. "I bet you can't wait to get started with your life, huh?" asked the tall one. His question was heavy with the hint of a possible new beginning; here, now. For several long seconds Athena looked up at him without answering. His eyebrow arched slightly. She knew what he was asking, but she was at a loss on how to answer. The complicated dance of hint and nuance was all too new to her. She had no experience in dealing with men, with their desires and propositions. She stood on the threshold of a new life and was discovering that there was a new language, a language of seduction, in which she had no grounding. Like all unprepared immigrants newly arrived in a foreign land, she blustered forward as best she could. Before she knew what she was saying she had blurted out, "I want to have sex." Stunned, they hesitated. The tall one said, "Are you sure?" The short one looked daggers at him as if to say, _Don't fuck this up_. With an anxious smile she said, "I _think_ I'm sure. But, one at a time, OK? This is my first time." Both men paused, unable to believe this was real. They both looked around them, scanning the area, as if to detect a trick. When they faced Athena again she smiled expectantly at them, reaffirming her request. "Who...um... Who first?" asked the short one. "You decide," she said. She didn't care. She just wanted to get started before she got scared. "You got a coin mate?" asked the tall one of the short one. The short one stood up, fished a coin from his pocket and asked the other if he wanted heads or tails. Athena stood up to watch with a sense of unreality as the coin popped up into the air, sailed end over end and landed face up. The short handyman pumped his fist into the air in celebration as he won her virginity. He took her hand and looked into her eyes. She smiled weakly; suddenly nervous. He leaned in to kiss her and met her lips with a few delicate kisses before his lips parted and his tongue probed lightly into her mouth. She felt his hands find her body and draw her to him. Her nipples brushed the hair of his chest as his hands firmly pressed the small of her back. She eagerly followed his lead; pushing back with her tongue, pressing her breasts into him. His palms ran along the curve of her bottom as his hips met hers. She felt his manhood swell within his khaki pants as the firmness pushed against her. Desire flooded her, overwhelmed her. She ached for him to enter her. "Please take me," she gasped. "Yeah. But before I do, I'm gonna make you come." He eased her back onto the lounger and put his hands on her knees. Gently he spread her legs, his eyes watching her glistening sex as it opened for him. The other handyman stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. "Fuck me; would you look at that," he rasped. Athena was ready: _so_ ready. The appreciative stares of the men, the way they seemed to hungrily drink in her body with their eyes, was driving her wild. She discovered the thrill of being wanted. She wanted them in return. The short handyman lowered himself to his knees. _Yes,_ she thought. _Do it now_. Athena looked down the length of her body at him. He didn't seem positioned right, like he had knelt a little too far away. She also noticed his pants were still on. He began bending towards her, his face dropping down between her thighs. She trembled in surprise when she realized what he was going to do. The idea of someone putting their face down there, into the smell, into the slime, was shocking to her, revolting even. But then his mouth was on her, his lips and tongue playing up and down the creases of her vulva, probing into her, circling and flicking her clitoris, lapping up her juices. The pleasure shot through her like a shock. It was so much more intense than when she touched herself. She was panting and moaning uncontrollably, clutching the sides of the lounger as she pushed her mound up to meet his mouth. She opened her eyes and saw the tall one sitting on a neighboring lounger, stoking his penis -- so that's what one looks like - as he watched his friend eagerly feast on her pussy. It was all too much. Her body tightened. She reached down to grasp the hair on the head between her thighs; thrashing and groaning as the orgasm took control of her. She was still fighting to catch her breath as he got up off his knees and let his pants fall to the ground. His penis was hard and stood out and up at a sharp angle. He sat between her legs with his firm manhood resting on her damp mat of pubic hair. She looked up at him with feral eyes. He looked down at her with a wet, sloppy grin. "You ready Luv?" he asked her. "Yes," she gasped. "Please." "It hurts the first time. But it gets better," he warned her as he shifted his pelvis back and began to feed himself into her. She felt him enter her. He was going slowly. It felt so right, like a missing piece she hadn't even known she was lacking. His progress met resistance within her. With a slight pull back and a steady push he broke through. She squirmed at the sharp bite of pain within her. And then he was all the way in. It hurt. "Oh," he gasped and went rigid. "Shit," he groaned as he bent over her, twitching and convulsing. The fullness of him in her seemed to subside. Then he was still. "What's wrong?" she asked him, worried she'd made a mistake. "I'm sorry, I came." Athena was confused. That was _it_? She was expecting something monumental. She looked over at the taller, older handyman, but he wasn't looking at her. Following his gaze she saw he was looking at his friend, who was standing up now, his deflated penis wet with oily white slime and pink streaks of her maiden blood. "Move over mate, my turn," said the tall one. He took his place between her legs and easily slid his cock into her wet hole. He was considerably thicker. She gasped as it pushed past her shattered virginity and filled her completely. She shuddered with new kinds of pleasure as he began to move inside her. Even the lingering pain from her broken maidenhead gave her a kind of weird arousal. She matched the rhythm of his long slow pumps into her, grinding her pelvis to meet his thrusts. As he thrust into her he lowered his face to her bosom, running his lips and tongue over, under and between her breasts. She groaned loudly -- it felt so good- and arched her back, pushing her chest up to meet his attention. His teeth found her nipples; pinching, pulling, grinding; pushing her closer to another climax with the pleasure/pain of his assault on her body. But then he stopped. "We need to change up or I'm gonna blow." "What do you want me to do?" she panted. She wished he hadn't stopped; she had been so close to another climax. "Let me lay on me back. You get on top," he said. The idea intrigued her. She swung her legs to the side and stood to let him take position face up on the lounger. She smiled at her previous partner who sat close at by, his hand massaging his reawakening phallus. He took the opportunity to lean in and kiss and nip at her ass before she swung her leg over his friend's reclining body. She lowered herself to meet his stiff tool. Taking it in hand she took the opportunity to admire the strangeness of it; of its inner rigidity, its outer softness. She guided it to the soggy lips of her pussy, sliding the head over her clit, down the crevice of her sex to her eager orifice. She sighed as she lowered herself onto the shaft. In control now, she began riding it, shifting her position slightly this way and that until she was hitting her sweet spot on every stroke. He sat up so his face met her bouncing, swaying tits. Taking a nipple in his mouth he bit lightly, tugging at her with his teeth. She was panting as she felt the pleasure building in her again, flooding into her from her breasts, her clit, from deep within her pumping sex. The other man moved in to join the action and she felt his hands on her and his mouth take her other nipple. The pleasure rapidly overcame her. She barked a cry as every cell in her body convulsed in an orgasm. She slammed down on the rod inside her as each wave crashed over her; finally collapsing on top of the tall handyman beneath her: a jellied mass of flushed, sweaty skin and unruly black hair. For a minute they were still but for their heaving breaths. The shorter handyman asked the taller one, "Did you shoot off mate?" "Almost, I'm pretty fucking close to losin' it. You take another turn. I want this to last." She felt herself being helped up off the still hard cock. The tall man beneath her pulled his legs from under her and took up position sitting at the head of the lounger. Athena's shaky legs buckled under her and she sagged onto her hands and knees. "Yeah, that'll do," said the short one. She felt his hands on her bottom, his fingers parted her lips and his re- awakened member entered her from behind. His hands grasped her hips and steadied her as his tempo increased. Soon he was slamming into her with wet slaps, using her greedily. She felt like she was being taken like an animal but she liked it. She looked up and saw the tall one sitting right in front of her; a foot away, watching the action, slowly working his meat. She reached up, took him in her hand and began stroking him. "Do you want to suck that Luv?" he asked her. She shook her head. The idea of putting that dirty thing in her mouth was repellent. She wasn't ready for that. Not yet. They continued like that for a long time; one of them thrusting into her from behind as she stroked the other with her hand. Again she reached the plateau of pleasure and began building to a climax. But the one behind her cried out that he was coming and he emptied himself into her for the second time before she was able to peak. The tall one was eager to take his place. He started to get up to move behind her. "I want to be on top again," she demanded. He lay down again. Exhausted and sex-dazed, Athena straddled him before she realized she was facing the wrong way. But he guided her down onto his cock anyway; sitting up and reaching around to hold onto her perspiration slickened breasts as he began to grind up into her. Her hand dropped to her clit and began stroking it as they rapidly build to a crescendo. She was going to come again. She closed her eyes tight to shut out the world and concentrate on the pleasure about to overwhelm her. "Oh bloody hell. Hey... Guys..." she heard the voice of the other handyman say. But it didn't register within her mind or her partner's. They were building, cresting; rapidly reaching the point of no return and neither of them had any concerns outside of satisfying their aching lust. As he got closer his cock grew even thicker and firmer; stretching her; driving her to the brink. She felt it begin to pulse inside her; pumping, pumping, pumping her full; pushing her over the edge. She screamed as she hit another height of previously unknown pleasure. They quivered together as their mutual orgasm ebbed. She felt his erection subsiding inside her, sliding out as its stiffness drained away. She opened her eyes again. It took her reeling mind a minute to interpret what she was seeing. In front of her, about thirty feet away, stood a group of people. She recognized Ingrid; her tutors; her new step-mother Victoria; Max, her bodyguard; and Sam, her father's lawyer, accompanied by a couple of men in suits she didn't recognize at all. All eyes were wide and mouths agape as they witnessed the handyman's cock slip from her sloppy, distended pussy, followed by a viscous flood of the afternoon's accumulated spunk that oozed from her in pearly strands. The other handyman lay at Max's feet, naked and balled up, with blood pouring from his broken nose. Max's hands were still clenched in tight, dangerous fists. "What the hell is going on here?!" growled Max. His fury took her aback. "Careful Max, she is the boss now, remember?" said Victoria in her bubbling Slavic accent. "Her island, her workmen, her patio furniture... her pussy." she laughed. "I...," began Athena. "I... um..." She felt herself blush from head to toe. Her step-mother's face broke into a wry smile. "I see you've been keeping your spirits up, child." The tall man squirmed out from under Athena and Max took a step towards him with murder in his eyes. But Victoria clamped a hand on Max's shoulder and he reluctantly stepped back into the group. "Sweetie, would you please introduce us to your friends," said Victoria, still smiling a bemused grin. The rest of the group looked at Victoria in confusion. "I, um... I don't know their names," said Athena, blushing again. Victoria laughed. She walked over and helped Athena to her feet. "I think our legal matters can wait for now," she said to the lawyer, Sam, who frowned elaborately. Everyone else was looking conspicuously elsewhere, embarrassed. "We need to talk, darling" said Victoria as she gently took Athena's hand. "Please, Miss Oreskos," said Sam. "Consider who you trust. Not to be blunt, but your step-mother is a..." He glared at Victoria as he hissed the word: "pornographer." Athena drew a blank. She was proud of her vocabulary but even after years of being educated by the best tutors her father could entice to fly out to her little patch of the South Pacific she'd never encountered that word before. It sounded a lot like "photographer." So she broke it down. "Photography", she knew, was based on the Greek words for light and writing: writing with light or, more accurately, art created from light. Similarly, if she broke the new word down into the Greek -- and she couldn't believe all those years of ancient Greek were finally paying off _now_ \-- graphein, again, "to write". What about porno? She searched her memory. It had to be something that would engender the degree of scorn Sam had shown. Then she remembered. A year or so ago she had seen the word in some early Christian writings and had needed to look it: **porneia -- fornication, sex.** **Oh my God** **, she thought.** **Porno-graph-er - an artist who created with sex. Could there really be such a thing? And her Step-mother was one? Wow.** Athena returned from the depths of her mind. The crowd had been watching her. Her face split into a big grin. "Good," she said. "I think por-no-graphy (she was embarrassed as she stumbled over the unfamiliar word) sounds quite interesting." "Oh for Christ's sake girl," growled Max. "Your father married a God-damned whore! Don't let her turn you into a fucking slut." Athena looked him square in the eye. "You're fired Max. Now leave me alone." She'd fantasized about saying that for years. Wow, it felt so good. "Please, Miss Oreskos..." pleaded Sam hopelessly. "You're a very smart girl... don't throw all that away." Athena was confused. "Throw it away? Why, does sex make you less smart?" She looked at Victoria for an answer. She was the sex-artist, after all. "No deary. It only makes men less smart. And then, only when they aren't the ones getting it." "Well I still feel smart enough, Mr. Meyers," said Athena flatly. "Smarter, if anything." "I think the boss has spoken, Sam," said Victoria with a dismissive gesture. She looped her arm around Athena's waist and began guiding her towards her cabin. Athena let herself be led. She turned away from the crowd of nearly a dozen people her father had employed to keep her "safe" and "pure". They looked defeated. She had won. After years as prisoner on this island she had finally won. She felt a brief surge of anger at her father. He had wasted so much of her life. "Did you love my father?" she asked Victoria. "Well, darling... he was rich and I thought I could, given time. But when I saw how he had you trapped her while he..." Victoria caught her rising vehemence. "Let's just say I was very displeased with him," she sighed, "and he with me for taking your side." "Do you know a lot about sex?" Victoria laughed. "Oh yes, quite a bit." "Will you teach me?" Victoria took off her big sunglasses. Her icy blue eyes were marred by a bruise blooming around the left side of her face but they were full of mischief. "You're the boss now, darling." "And I'm free." *** _Thank you for reading. As always, comments, complaints, suggestions, threats, praise, damnation, accolades and opprobrium are all welcomed and encouraged._ _-fastandsloppy_ |
These stories are my fantasies and how I'd love to live my life. Any person or company presented are fictional. Title: "It could've gone worse!" So, I was pretty excited when I moved out of my parents' house to live on my own. I was well-versed with how to cook, clean and all that stuff. Money wasn't too tight too, but I always was afraid to live alone because I'd think what would happen if something happened to me and I couldn't call the ambulance or something. Anyway, over a year, I passed through this nervousness by just watching porn at night, mostly straight stuff. Then I watched one of those "sissy Hypno" videos. It didn't directly change me but got me curious. So I started to experiment with my fingers. I was really surprised how good it felt to be filled and so I craved more. I started buying enema kits, dildos, and before I knew, I started to hit the gym to have a toned body. In a year, not only I beat my fear of being alone, but I also got a hand- filling ass to go with. I couldn't get a perfect hourglass figure, due to having a training program without the help of a trainer, but I was looking good. I also visited the local beauty salon to get waxed now and then. I used to be so hairy since I'm European, but after more than a year, I guess it took 20 months to completely become hairless, I was complete. All that exercise, careful diet, painful waxes, lotions, and skincare products has led me to be a girly looking guy. I looked at my naked body in front of the mirror, and I let a sigh. I mean, not out of frustration, but out of excitement. I wanted to watch myself getting fucked, just like in the videos. I kept training with plugs and dildos, but nothing can prepare you for the real thing, I believe. Mom and dad visited me every month, but they didn't even notice my change until I dyed my hair to red. They asked why the change and I told them that I like the color. They were not supportive of course, but what's done was done. So, with a body and mind that begs to get fucked, I decided that I'd hit a gay bar in the city. They would only be open after midnight, and me having work, I needed to go to the bar on Friday. In a week, I bought some thigh-high socks, some cotton pink and white panties, and a few skirts to have some easy access for a quickie. I was eager to have sex with someone. On Friday night, around 10 pm, I started to get prepared. Cleaned my ass out, slid a plug inside, wearing my white thigh-high socks along with sneakers, slid into my skirt, wore this geeky sweatshirt I had and just left home. In one year, my hair wasn't as long as I wanted, but it barely reached my shoulders, and that seemed enough when I looked at the mirror. On the bus, there were not many people to judge you when you are traveling around 11 pm. No one to judge you but the bus driver. It took me around 40 minutes to get to the bar, and I saw it that people were already going in. I walked happily to the queue, there were not many people when I got there. When I approached the bouncer, he said that I could not enter, because I was a girl. Getting a comment like that made me all happy inside. A girl. I didn't think I was that girly since I was somewhat long, but he made my night even before I entered. I just showed him my ID, and when he understood that I was a man, he let me in. That was it. I was going to hook up with a stranger and let them fuck my ass. It was very hot and taboo for me, I was getting tingled in my face just my thinking about it. The place was not that crowded, so I just sat on the bar, asked for a cocktail and started to wait for it. Then it happened. I felt a hand on my butt. I turned around to see who it was. I was not angry about it, I just wanted to see that man. But the crowd was already pouring in, masses walking left and right. Couldn't even point the man, because there were already five guys behind me, hoping to get a drink. After the bartender passed my cocktail to me, I just drank it slowly, dancing to the music slightly. I'm an awful dancer. So I just moved on my feet, from one foot to another, slightly swaying around. When I finished my cocktail, I just left the bar to go to the restroom, to freshen up and all. When I did, the place was already full. More than six guys were washing their faces. I think one of them had nausea so the others were his friends. As I entered, they grabbed their friend and left, so I was left alone in the restroom. I kept looking at myself and sighed. I mean, it didn't work as I intended. No one came to me, and I was too shy to ask for some fuck by myself. I was going to leave the bar. I walked to the door, and at the same time, I saw this tall, well taller than me, dude blocking the door. He said; "Hey. You seem frustrated, baby. Everything's fine?" So I thought that would be my chance. I told him why I came to the bar and all. He grinned and his hand traveled over my waist like we were flirting in the restroom. After I was done, he just blurted that he told me that we could do it in my home. I accepted without thinking about it. I mean, damn, I wanted to get fucked, and I was going to get fucked. So we left the bar, I hopped in his car. He asked me where I lived, I gave him my address. He drove me to my home. By the way, I live in a housing estate, with a few apartments towering in it. The parking lot is outside of the estate area, so he just parked and said; "So, you live here? I know it's late to ask but if you wanna back down I can just..." He was probably going to say some stuff like "Hey if you wanna bail, that's okay." or other stuff but I was just busy reaching to his zipper and taking his cock out. Nuh-uh! No way I was giving up! Things came this far, I wasn't going to back down now. So he laughed when I was fidgeting with the zipper, and he helped. I felt like a dork. Remember what I said about nothing prepares you for the real thing? This is what I meant. I just leaned aside and looked at his cock. He was hard, like a diamond, and his cock was thick. I could stroke with both hands, but I couldn't wrap my hands around it. He was definitely above average. My dick's not that big, and I'm a grower so when I'm flaccid, it's really small. When he teased me about if I was going to suck it or just drool for it, I just latched onto that big fat meat. I was slurping and kissing all that length, drooling and making the whole thing wet with my saliva, spit-shining the dick I wanted in my ass. When I slid my tongue over his glands, he let that cute moan, made me latch my mouth on his crown. I'm not gonna lie, precum was so tasty. I usually would taste my cum and precum to get used to the taste, but that's when I learned that everyone would have different tastes. Taking the head first, I sucked it, swirled my tongue around and kissed the tip like a wanton slut. I needed this badly, so I reached for it. I slowly moved further on his dick, it was thick, my lips were not able to fit that monster in. I was not gagging, I beat that reflex in a few weeks by poking my throat with my toothbrush whenever I was washing my mouth, and I was just leaking saliva all over his length. I was moaning when I was sucking his cock, just because it turned me on too much. He laughed and said; "Damn, you wanna get fucked that badly?" while I was sucking him, and I looked up after he said so. I mean, if it was me sucking cock, I thought it was very obvious that I did want to get filled in my ass. So I looked up asked; "Yeah... what gave it away?" jokingly while stroking his wet dick with a smile. He laughed even more and slapped my ass, then said; "You've been wiggling your ass since you started to suck me." I did not even realize it, but he was right. I was moving my hips left and right, even my toes curled in anticipation. I bit my lower lip, then nodded to him before dipping my mouth in, licking his balls and kissing his taint while slapping the big white meat on my face. He then grabbed my hair, pulled me up to his face, and kissed me. I normally would find this very romantic and lovely, even get on his lap to enjoy that kiss, but I was too horny to acknowledge any kind of affection, so I kept stroking his dick, even when he was kissing me. He broke the kiss afterward, and just lowered my head on his cock. He moved his hips, filling my mouth with his fat cock, making me suck it deep by keeping my head down and pushing his cock up to fill my mouth. I was really happy by my mouth being used, made me feel like a slut. He kept going harder and faster, slapping my ass, slapping my face, pulling my hair. Then he pulled my hair and spat on my face, then slapped it and called me a faggot. At that moment, I just went off the edge, I let the sluttiest of moans I could, even without thinking about it, and I licked my lips and smiled to him warmly while stroking his cock real fast, making my hands and his cock all covered in precum and saliva. He opened the door of his car, and said; "Let's go to your home and get a bed. I wanna pound you for the whole night." I obliged, chin dripping saliva, face full of lust, hair messed up. We walked to the entrance, I opened the door with my keycard thingy -don't really know its name- and we got in the elevator. There, he kept groping me and kissing me until we left the elevator, then we got out of the elevator and got in my home. I didn't even try to take off my shoes or anything because as we entered, he just lifted me on his lap and kissed me. He walked around the home, with me on his lap, kissing, trying to find the bedroom. When he walked past by it, I tapped on his shoulder and moved my head to the bedroom's direction. We entered in, he threw me on the bed, then laid next to me. He laid back, pulled me on top and ground his hips against mine while squeezing my butt. I kept kissing him and fidgeting with the zipper again. When his hard pecker was out, I spent no time and started to poke my asshole with that cock. I was horny enough to ride his dick until tomorrow morning. I couldn't push it in, because my hands were slightly shaking in excitement, so he did it for me. That was it. I felt a small stinging pain at first, but then it was bliss. The feeling was superb, nothing like I've ever felt before. His alpha dick was slowly entering me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks, my eyes slowly rolling back. I hugged his neck with both arms, my hips swaying left to right in wanton need. "That's right... fill my ass with that fat cock. Fuck my tight little butt!" I couldn't even think straight while he was plowing me, even slowly. My toes were curled inside my sneakers, my thighs were shaking, my butt creating those ripples as I got filled again and again. Soon, he would just start going faster, slapping my ass and making me ride that cock fast enough to make me moan loudly. The bed started to creak as he kept going faster, and I started to moan louder. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my fucking ass! Breed my little boy pussy! Open my ass wide with your cock!" From that point forward, we did many different things. Me getting drilled by his huge cock while my legs were spread, hugging him and begging to get fucked. Him putting me on my knees and just fucking me like a bitch dog in heat, balls slapping into each other. My face on the edge of the bed while he fucked it like a pocket pussy, begging to be filled. With a few more positions that do not come to mind right off the bat, we finished with me on the prone, and him pounding me into the bed with all the grunts and moans. My arms were behind my back, spreading my ass for him and his hands were resting next to my head, curled in fists and providing support when he was piledriving my ass to next week. I felt nothing but utmost lust to be his sex toy, getting fucked by him for hours, days, weeks, years to come. Then it happened. I felt a twitch in me. And another. And another. Before I realized, he was completely still, hilted in my ass, hugging me from behind, pulling my hair aside to kiss my neck and bite my ear. He was cumming inside me, and I was leaking my cum onto the sheets. My legs twitched in pleasure, my moans were high-pitched, my hands were hugging his arms that completely restricted me from escaping the warm cumming session. Out of breath, he slowly pulled his cock out, then flopped away and let a relaxed sigh. Being intoxicated by his roughness, I just rolled over on his chest, resting my head on it while my hands were slowly treading his body. "Mmh... that was all I could've asked for..." He wrapped an arm around my body, hugged me tight and put a kiss on my forehead, like the romantic dork he is, then he smiled to me and asked; "So... I'm Craig. What's your name?" "I'm Wyn." "Wyn, do you wanna date with me? You know, we could hang out, go to films, do-" Before he could go further, I just latched my lips onto his, kissing him deeply, one hand cupping his cheek. "I would love to have a date." With that, clock almost hitting 6 am, the last thing I remember was Craig hugging me and going to sleep along with me. -To be continued... The popping noise from the bubble gum was the only sound that seemed to bring any life to Ruby's boring existence. She had spent most of the day vegging out on the love seat at her parents' house. Her mom and dad had taken off for the day; both had wanted to go Sunday driving -- which meant back country roads at thirty-five miles an hour. Ruby had no interest in being the kid in the backseat, with her head pressed against the window, praying for a swift death. Instead she opted to stay home and catch up on some reading. Two and a half paperbacks later, she now lay half on -- half off the small sofa. Her t-shirt had ridden up, exposing her pierced belly button. Being home alone meant she didn't have to wear a bra, so her breasts spread naturally, tightening the cotton across her nipples. They hardened instinctively. Ruby blew another bubble. The elastic pink confection spread wider and wider, eventually popping. She sucked in the thin membrane, chewed it and proceeded to blow another one. Slowly she sank further down the couch. Her hair lifted and spread up and out behind her. Red strands stuck up in various directions. She pushed her fingers into her hair, and dropped her third book. It landed on the floor with a thud. Her blue eyes gazed down at her nipples, past the swollen pink bubble of gum protruding from her lips. She stared at her stomach, the smooth skin, marred only by a small mole. The hand that had been holding the book, trailed over her abdomen and toyed with the tiny green belly-button hoop that she'd chosen for the day. She flicked it, pulled it, watched her skin lift and grow taut. The line of sight continued further south and she took in the hem of her skirt. Her position on the couch, left her mini-skirt low on her hips. The slope of her hips sliding under the material was easy to see. She ran one finger down the crook, and shivered against the intimate friction. Ruby chewed on her gum; her lips rose in a smirk, as she teased her skin. Goose bumps rose and brought another chill that trailed up her spine. As she dipped her fingers between the skirt and her hips, she glanced down at her thighs. They were pressed together, her knees met and her calves had a small amount of space between them. Her favorite boots, a pair of leather calves with zipper sides and two inch heels hugged her slim legs. She lifted one, then the other. Her skin was pale; a few freckles dotted her knees and thighs. The curse of having fair skin and red hair. Ruby let her leg drop and fall open. She still had one hand in her skirt and the other in her hair. Her gum was still popping, but her thoughts were taking a more decadent turn. Ruby angled her head slightly to the left, abandoned her hair and lifted her t-shirt. The tip of her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. She tasted her cherry lip gloss. One finger slipped in between her lips. She sucked on it, brought it out and ran the warm moisture over her left nipple. It tightened; she smirked. Her lower lip was tugged gently by her front teeth. She bit down; the pain was enough to make her groin muscles flex. A soft purr of pleasure caressed the air. The hardened tip of her nipple taunted her. With her thumb and middle finger she began to roll the swollen pearl. Sensations resembling tiny pricks of electricity danced through her breast. Another moan of pleasure and another gentle roll of her stomach muscles made her twist the button harder. Ruby's breath caught in her throat as she abused the hungry bead. Her other hand dipped further into her skirt; her nails caught on the material of her panty. The three center fingers pressed against her mound. The pressure was light and gentle. Slowly she increased the tempo and the compression of skin on cotton. A low grunt, followed by the gentle smacking sound of her gum went ignored by the dust bunnies under the couch. The bubble gum rolled in her mouth; she pushed it to the side, tucking it between her cheeks, teeth and gums. The watermelon flavor soaked her mouth, she swallowed and drew a circle around her nipple, before abandoning it to tease its twin. Ruby knew the sensations she wanted and needed. She wasted no time in twisting her aureola and her nipple in one hard turn. Her hips rose off the couch and her fingers pressed hard into her thong. Ruby's pussy flexed and pulsated. She wiggled on the couch, spread her legs further and pushed the panty covering to the side. It hung up on her swollen lips. "Damn it," she muttered. With her legs spread, her other hand slid up and under her skirt. She pulled the material as hard as she could, until when it was released it remained settled in the crevice of hip and thigh. A long drawn out sigh of satisfaction accompanied her voiced "there we go." With one hand up her skirt, the other down it, Ruby opened her pussy up for a deeper and more in-depth exploration. Her pointer finger and thumb paired up to roll, pull and twist her clit. As she played there, her other hand matched up two fingers and were shoving themselves into her tight channel. She pushed and dragged her fingers around her fleshy wall. The sides brushed the ridged opening; her nails scrapped the sensitive flesh. The two hands worked as one cock and one tongue. Two digits became three; juices coated her palm. They were pushed up to her clit, where it was worked in and over the hard nub. Ruby fucked herself. Her back rose off the couch as she angled her body so she could drive deeper inside. A hiss and a gasp for air made her stall her actions. She felt the telling signs of a climax, yet knew she could do more. Her breasts lay bare. Dark eyes, laden with lust bore into the aching tips. A look of curiosity crossed her angelic features. She blinked, bit down on her lower lip and sucked on her bubble gum. The hand that played with her clit was moved to cup her right breast. Ruby gripped the freckled globe and pushed it as high as she could. Her long neck bent as she lowered her mouth to her nipple. The strain on her muscles begged her to stop, but the pink pearl was just a lick away. The tip of her tongue hit the top of the button. Ruby grinned as her pussy contracted around her fingers. She pushed the digits in as far as she could, twisted them back and forth and forced her neck muscles to absorb the assault she demanded from it. More space disappeared; her tongue lapped at the protruding button. Both sets of her lips seemed to smile in their own special way. Her sex shuttered and her cherry lip gloss glistened as she opened wide and drew in her tit. Ruby suckled herself. The tip of her tongue rolled around the ridges and flicked over the spongy tip. She pushed it in and felt it pop out. Her flesh was soft and tasted clean and yummy. The swollen lips between her legs were sloppy; the sucking sound of her hand driving in and out of her, added to the sound of her moaning over her tit. Her head ache and her lungs burn. A shot of seed squirted from her pussy. Her boob fell out and plopped perversely down to sway against the other. Ruby's voice bounced off the walls, down the hall and was absorbed through the ceiling. She bucked and rode the wave of release. Shots of come splashed against her palm. Beams of light erupted behind her clenched lids. Her nipples grew tighter and her cunt clamped down on her fingers with a strength Ruby hadn't known she possessed. When she trusted herself to breathe normally, Ruby eased her fingers from her sex. Juices that had been blocked by the dam of her hand washed over her thighs, skirt, couch and floor. She blushed as she felt the liquid heat run free. Her hand was wet and sticky. Streams of juice trailed down her wrist and her forearm as she lifted the slim appendage and stared at it. Ruby sat up, licked the longest tear drop of come, followed its path and then licked her way down the second. In time Ruby was clean. Her arm, wrist and fingers were bare of come. She sighed, leaned back on the couch, shifted her weight so she wasn't laying on the wet fabric, and picked up her book. The gum slid back onto her tongue, its resting place was extremely sweet. She pressed her tongue along the rim of her cheek, teeth and gums. The watermelon flavor mixed with her pussy juices. With hours to go before her mom and dad got home Ruby opened her book. A pink membrane of gum was soon pulled and stretched with the tip of her tongue. She blew air into the small bubble and began popping and blowing the bubbly treat once more. Every so often she would lick her lips and taste her lip gloss; soon after that she'd dip her finger into her pussy, drag a dollop of juice from her sex and suck on it. Cherry, watermelon and come - a new and interesting flavor. |
Her eyes were an amazing golden amber. I faltered there for a moment as I looked down into them for the first time. I swallowed, and then managed to say, simply, "Wow!" She laughed a little and smiled a bit, apparently accepting the utter sincerity of my reaction. "I'm sorry," I got out. "It's just that your eyes are amazing!" "Thank you," she smiled more broadly and turned toward me. "You were saying something about the waterfall?" "Not exactly." All around us was a lush evergreen forest, a popular park for families and hikers. A campground was only 300 yards off through the trees. It was the middle of the week, and there were only a handful of campers present. In front of us, after a sward of green grass and pine needles was a forbidding rock face rising up abruptly 275 feet to a ledge from which spilled a narrow waterfall down into a small swimming hole, popular with children in the summer, which in turn emptied out into stream that wandered off on its way through the forest at our backs. I had come up from my own tent toward the wall and waterfall, admiring her form all the way. She was almost my height and slender, with perfectly curved waist and hips. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, rich brown waves spilling down her back. She wore a tank top and shorts... As I drew closer I admired the lines of her strong legs. She was also wearing climbing boots, and held a pair of black gloves in her left hand. As I stepped up behind her, I found myself studying the muscles in her arms and shoulders. It was at that point that I spoke, causing her to turn toward me and look at me over the top of her sunglasses. Now, "I said, 'It's beautiful, isn't it?' But I was talking about the climb." She cocked an eyebrow at me in curiosity. Her face was open and cheerful, radiant with the kind of glow that comes from a healthy lifestyle. Her teeth were white – definitely not a smoker. "You're not dressed for hiking," I smiled. "Have you been up there before?" I nodded up toward the top of the face. "No," she frowned as she turned back to examine the rocky façade again. "There's a beautiful glade up there," I said as I once again found myself appreciating the woman in front of me. "Yeah, so I've heard," she said. "But, of course you know it's not safe to climb alone. Is your..." She cut me off, without looking away from the mountainside, "My husband couldn't make it: last minute problems at work." There was a noticeable note of disappointment and irritation in her voice. "Well, I've made the climb a few times, if... That is, if you'd like." She turned to look me over. I assumed she was trying to get a feel for whether or not I was a serial killer or just an out of shape slob playing out of his league. I tried to stand there and not feel like an idiot for those few seconds before she said, "Well, let's give it a shot. I came here to climb that sucker, and I don't intend to go home unsatisfied." Interesting way to phrase that, I thought as I smiled and nodded, "I've found that starting over here to the left a bit works best." She followed me over to the base of the sudden incline. I looked back a bit and tried not to be distracted by my sudden awareness of her perfect breasts straining against her sports bra. I hoped my sunglasses concealed the way my eyes were admiring her body. "If we start up here and gradually work our way up slowly to the right, there's a nice ledge about a hundred feet up for a break," I explained, indicating the path I had in mind. She studied the wall of rock intently, following my pointing and picking out her path, and then starting up without hesitation. I smiled to myself in admiration of her confidence and followed after her. I spent the next forty minutes or so admiring her strong legs and behind while pulling myself up the relatively easy lower part of the face. Every now and then my attentions were rewarded with a face full of dust and gravel kicked loose as she climbed above me. It was worth it. I only had to offer a couple of small suggestions to guide her to the ledge I had mentioned, where we sat and took a water break. "Nice view," she nodded. "Very!" I smiled. She caught me looking sideways at her, though, and laughed. "Don't make me kick you off," she warned, but not seriously. I looked down, and said, "Yeah – note to self: do not piss the lady off!" "Always good advice," she smiled. I was finding myself enjoying that smile very much. I thought about asking whether she often found herself traveling alone, but I didn't want to make her stop smiling. I decided on a safer path, and observed, "I can tell you've done your share of climbing." "Thank you," she looked at me squarely, "and you do a good job of keeping up." "I do try," I said. "I wouldn't want to be left out of the fun, after all." "The fun?" she continued to regard me with a half-smirk that was something between flirtation and contempt. She was either so sure of herself that she considered me no threat or was sizing me up for an indiscretion, or both. Her self-confidence was extremely appealing. "Of the climb," I smiled. "Speaking of which, why don't I lead for a while?" I had already begun pulling myself upward before she said, "Oh, it's my turn to admire your ass, then, eh?" I actually blushed a little – she was definitely getting to me, as if that was at all difficult. I laughed and grinned down at her, "Just be careful and do try to keep up." She snorted derisively and started up after me. This stretch of the climb was considerably harder, and it took us an hour to get another hundred and fifty feet. I doubted that she spent much time looking at my butt, before we reached our next resting place. This was a tight crack in the wall, where we could sit wedged snugly facing outward. Though we fit side-by-side, we were pressed against each other with little room to spare. Any thoughts of mischief that might have been entertained by my horny male brain were silenced by the precarious nature of our perch. The exertion of the climb had cut down on the small talk. I looked over at her. The morning was warming quickly, and our physical labor had certainly heated us up. Her tanned skin was covered in silvery drops of sweat, and dust was everywhere. Underneath it all, though, she was radiant. She was a marvelous woman, an athletic creature and palpably sexy. She noticed I wasn't looking out at the view before us, but at her. She smiled at me then, and I noticed that the sardonic edge had gone. I knew she was reading my mind at that moment, and didn't mind. I grinned happily at her, and then said, "It's only a bit further. Ready?" "Lead on," she nodded. I obliged, hauling myself up the last stretch of craggy stone. She followed closely, careful to watch the hand and foot holds I used. At the top of the ascent I pulled up over the lip and turned around to offer her my hand. She reached up and we clasped wrists as I pulled her up to join me. After she rose to her feet, surprisingly gracefully after all her hard work, there was a brief moment when we stood face to face at the top of that cliff face. I was looking down into her smiling, sweaty, glowing face, and she was looking back at me, our bodies were separated by no more than inch apart, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Then she noticed where she was. "Oh, god!" She breathed. I stood aside so she could look at the green shelf we had attained. Falling down a series of steep cliff-faces three streams poured into a pond just off center of the shelf, which in turn overflowed at the edge as the waterfall we had admired from below. All around us, green, mossy vegetation and low bushes were taking advantage of the water present to make this a surprisingly lush garden. Two pine trees were even growing close to the pond, spreading shade out over the slippery rocks beneath them. The steep mountain slope guaranteed an almost total privacy, and certainly no one below us could see or hear us at this height. She stepped past me and took in the shelf slowly, "This is just amazing!" Only after absorbing the idyllic park, did she look up at the mountain standing over us and then turn to admire the view behind us. "Wow!" she breathed. "Nice, eh?" I grinned. She laughed and turned around again, slowly absorbing every angle of the view. I watched her for a moment, more than a little entranced by her almost child- like enthusiasm, and, honestly, her body. Then I started forward toward the pond, as I said, "But the best part is that we can go for a little swim." I stripped off my T-Shirt as I said this and dropped it on a convenient rock by the side of the water. As I knelt down to untie my boots, I heard her come up. She asked, "Is it safe? I mean with the current." I concentrated on undoing my laces as I answered, "It's not bad at all, even over by the fall." I pulled off one boot and sock and set to work on the other. "To be safe, though, I stay away from the edge." I got the other boot and sock off, and took my sunglasses off to leave them on my shirt and stood up. I paused for just a second to decide if I was going too far in shucking my shorts, when she walked past me and into the water completely naked! My mouth must have dropped open as I watched her firm butt while she waded in. Luckily I had yanked it closed by the time she looked over her shoulder and said, "Yikes! It's freezing!" I noticed that she didn't run back out but plunged under the water, immersing herself in the chill. She stood back up – the water coming to just under her perfect breasts, upon which her nipples stood out stiffly – and said, "Are you going to stand there gawking all day?" I almost said, "I was considering it," but decided to just shut my mouth for once. I undid my shorts and pulled both them and my briefs down at the same time. "Oh my!" she smirked from the water, openly noticing my rising erection. "That's very impressive, but this cold water will get him under control for a while." I started into the water as I muttered, "I wouldn't count on that." She moved slowly across the pond as I got in and, following her example, plunged completely into the water. The water was cold, and definitely had some of the promised effect, but as soon as I looked across to see my beautiful companion floating on her back in the water, glistening breasts in the air, taut abdominals gleaming in the sun, and her strong thighs partially spread, I felt my cock stirring against the cold water. I moved slowly through the water toward her, noticing the complete absence of pubic hair. I swallowed, and moved still closer. Then she caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. She smiled a little but didn't move at first. Then, apparently thinking better of it, she laughed and splashed at me as she curled up and stood in the water. "Behave!" she grinned, and splashed at me again. She moved toward the far side of the pond, reaching up over her head to undo her ponytail. I followed her, openly admiring her naked body. "But how should I behave?" I laughed and splashed her back, but not seriously. She tossed the hair tie off to the side of the pond. It would be easy to find later. Then she turned back to me, gave me a wry look and said, "I haven't decided yet." "Ah," I smiled and took a step closer. She splashed me again and lunged across to my left, toward the water falling into the pond from above. Laughing, she said, "But at the very least you'll have to catch me first." Grinning from ear to ear, I surged forward in the water, closing most of the distance between us in a single motion. She splashed again and moved back toward the little falls. I reached out and caught her wrist, but she twisted it out of my grasp. Our laughter bounced off the rocks all around us, only muffled slightly by the sound of falling water, as she fell and pushed back away from my amorous intentions and toward the water falling down the mountainside. She backed up against the rocks against the mountainside, where the water only covered their tops by about a foot. She found herself half- falling, half-sitting back on one of them, and a shower of water falling on her head, pouring over her head, hair, shoulders and breasts. She was still laughing as I won my way right up in front of her. In her backward sprawl she had thrown her legs apart, and her arms were back to keep her from falling further. I was between her legs now, looking at her, water splashing off her in my face. My hands were on her strong thighs, and moving upward. She stopped laughing as my hands grasped her waist and pulled her a bit forward on the submerged rock. She was still smiling though as my hands made their way up her sides, past her waist and up to her breasts. I watched her face intently, looking for any sign of objection, as I cupped her firm tits in my hands. Her lips parted when I pinched the hard nipples lightly, then a bit harder. I leaned forward, releasing her breasts and taking hold of her strong upper arms. My face was only inches away from hers, and the water was pouring all over both of us. I moved forward, but she met me halfway. Our mouths met in a passionate explosion of wanton lust. There was nothing tentative or sweet about that first kiss. Our lips and tongues and teeth were immediately tearing and ravaging at each other. I felt her breasts pressed against my chest and her muscular legs wrapping around mine, pulling me closer to her. I felt her hand taking hold of my cock, squeezing it and stroking it beneath the water. All the while the cold, clean water fell down on top of us. I leaned her back, as my mouth moved down over her jaw to her throat. Soon my avid lips and tongue had passed over her collar bone and were descending over the smooth flesh of her wet breast. By the time my mouth had found its way down to her rigid nipple, she was laying back, my hands and arms helping support her, and the water was splashing down on my back and shoulders. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, raking my teeth over it and then pulling. She responded by tensing all over, squeezing my hard cock even tighter in the vise of her strong fist. Holding the middle of her back up with my left hand, I slid my right down to the small of her back, as I flicked my tongue over her nipple and then pulled on it again. When I moved my mischievous mouth over to the other breast, I felt her wrapping her legs around my waist. Her forearm was trapped between us; she would not release my cock from her grasp; and, I could feel her muscles flexing against my belly as she pulled and twisted on my organ, which was as thick and hard as I had ever known it, in spite of the cold water. Glancing over to the side, I saw a big smooth, sunlit rock sloping down to the water not four feet from where we were, but completely out of the waterfall. I had a definite goal in mind, but I'd never manage it under this downpour. Without taking my mouth off her delectable breast, I picked her up in my arms. Laughing, she quickly threw her left arm around my neck, and tightened her legs' hold on my waist. I carefully moved her over to the big rock and gently sat her down, and then laid her back. Her wet hair spread out on the rock as I reached down and unwrapped her legs from around me. I reluctantly pulled away from her hold on my cock as my mouth moved down her body, kissing and licking water off her taut belly. If there were any second thoughts in her mind, they vanished as my lips found their way down to her smooth pubic mound. She had spread her legs wider to allow me unrestricted access. I pressed my mouth against her, and then ran my tongue over her, tasting her own pleasantly sweet passion along with the slightly metallic taste of the mountain water. A low moan rose in her throat as I pushed the tip of my tongue between her lips. I took hold of her strong thighs and held them apart as my long, thick tongue slipped down into her pussy, which was already slick with her wetness. She pushed back against my mouth while my nose rubbed against the hard nub of her clit. I slid my tongue in and out of her several times, using deliberately slow strokes. Quite frankly, I was enjoying the taste of her. I looked up to admire the view as she began to arch her back on the rock, thrusting her perfect breasts up into the mountain air. Eventually, though, I drew my tongue out of her, ran the tip of it up between her lips and flicked it over her clit. She tensed reflexively, and I responded by sucking the little button into my mouth, pulling on it playfully. As I set to lapping slowly, purposefully at her clit, I pressed two fingers slowly up into her pussy. I watched as her hands clasped her own breasts, squeezing them and pinching her own nipples as my fingers pushed up into her and my tongue played over her clit. Very gradually I built up the pace of my licking and sucking, while my fingers pushed in and out of her wet pussy. Her hips rocked underneath me. Suddenly, she was shaking all over and let out a rather loud shriek as her first orgasm hit her! I kept my fingers deep inside her as her pussy's muscles clenched on them. I sucked on her clit as she writhed, following her with my mouth. The orgasm was hot and intense but it was just the beginning of what I had in store for her that day. I basically remained motionless until the waves of ecstasy subsided, then kissed her clit, and slowly began to lick again. There was a subtle difference in the way my fingers and tongue moved on and in her now. I was exploring before, but now her body had given me its permission and there was a calm determination and authority to my touch. I pressed my tongue hard against her as I continued to lick at her. She began to respond almost at once, pushing back against me and murmuring wordless encouragement. She stiffened for a moment, but only for a moment, when I pressed one slippery finger against the tight little rosebud of her ass. As it pushed up into her, though, she moaned loudly and before long was enthusiastically rocking against my mouth and hands while my fingers slipped in and out of both her pussy and butt. I saw that she was now twisting and pulling on her nipples. I was turning my head a bit from side to side as my tongue lashed over her clit and my wrists flexed, pushing and pulling those fingers. Before long her muscles were pumping on my fingers and her body was writhing in another intense orgasm. There was no restraint in the half-howl, half-moan that burst from her throat. I kept my fingers inside her and her clit in my mouth while she came, but then slowly released her as she came down. As soon as I raised my face from between her legs to grin up at her, she managed to gasp, "Oh, my god!" I thought she might be a bit worn out, but then she seemed to snap out of it, looking up at me fiercely with an avid gleam in her eyes. In a voice glowing red hot with lust she said, "You better goddamn fuck me with that cock of yours!" "That's exactly what I had in mind," I smiled back at her as I moved up between her legs. She reached down to pull her legs up and apart for me. I took the shaft of my cock in hand and rubbed the head of it over her, smearing her slick juices up over her clit. A wonderful shudder passed through her body and I thought about teasing her a bit longer, but then I came to my senses and began to push the head of my raging hardon into her pussy. "Mmmm, yeah..." she moaned, "that's what I need!" She was so incredibly hot, wet and tight, I thought I might come immediately. I pushed all the way into her, and held still until the moment passed. Watching her beautiful face intently, I began to draw almost all the way out and then drove back in, rocking inside her. I leaned forward a little and she put her legs up on my shoulders. I looked into her golden eyes as I worked my cock in and out of her, grinding my abs against her clit with each thrust. She stared back up into my eyes and pushed up against me. I felt her hands gripping my forearms as I pushed hard into her. We were grunting and moaning loudly and the water was splashing a bit on us. Thrashing and fucking in the open mountain air we were completely caught up in our passion. I saw her eyes glazing over a bit and her cries grew sharper in pitch... I felt my own orgasm building... Her hands were clenched tightly on my arms... Then, she was crying out and her muscles were spasming and milking my cock inside of her. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I was far beyond restraint anyway. My whole body felt like it was exploding as my cum erupted inside her. I shook from head to toe while my body shot what seemed to be a geyser into her grasping pussy. I pushed hard into her as the shuddering ecstasy gripped both of us. The next thing I knew, she had gotten her legs down off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist holding me inside her, and we were kissing passionately. Her breasts were pressed against my bare chest as our tongues played passionately. Only after the aftershocks had completely passed did we come up for air. We were both grinning and laughing as I raised myself up to look down at this gorgeous naked woman beneath me. "Wow!" I said again, repeating the implied compliment from when we'd first met. "Wow, yourself!" she beamed back up at me. A bit mischievously I moved my still-hard cock inside her, rocking my body against her clit. "Mmmm," she sighed as her eyes began to close. I moved a bit more seriously, and she began to move with me. Then her eyes opened wide and she said, "Hey, there! We've still got to climb down from here! Maybe we should save some of our strength until we get back down to the campground." "Now, I definitely like the sound of that!" I laughed and reluctantly drew out of her. After another swim to wash up and then a half hour to dry off in the sun, we made our way down the rock face. By this time it was late afternoon, time enough for a campfire-cooked meal and then a long evening of straining the patience of the other campers with our rambunctious passion. When we parted company the next day, we had exchanged cell numbers, and I even knew her name, but I continued to think of her as Amber. This mountainside encounter was only the first of our many adventures. Like a lot of small companies over the past 4 years, the little company I partnered in couldn't weather the bleakness and we folded the company about three years ago, having gone from sixteen employees to just two of us. My partner isn't in good health so he retired and moved to a better climate and to be near family, leaving me here to manage our office assets. I've managed to lease out about half the space through a key man type setting, and am renting one little office room from myself. Our larger tenant is a lady a decade younger than me. About me, well let's just say I'm a decade beyond my prime but still in good shape physically though I've lost those rugged looks of my youth and grown a more mature patina. And I stay horny. As for her, and I'll just call her Tammy, she's more the girl next door type. Not a striking face but pleasant enough, and what I like to call full figured. Not a really woman, just curvy. And, she's a therapy counselor. Matter of fact, I have a number of friends, couples, that go to her office for marriage counseling. Anyway, Tammy's space is separated from the rest of the office space by a door that locks from her side. You would think she would keep it locked but she doesn't, for some reason. Around the first of the month every month Tammy will come through that door and around to my office room to bring her monthly rent check. She always comes after normal working hours and usually starts calling out as soon as she comes through, loud enough to see if anyone is here on my side. So, as for me being horny all the time, I have a habit of watching some webcam type porn on my computer here at the office after everyone else is gone for the day. I always am leery of those days at the first of the month, knowing that Tammy might come bopping in at any time. You see, her door isn't but a few steps from mine and I'd not have enough time to recover should she pop over right as I was engaged in relieving some cum. You have to understand, that cum relief is a daily thing. After all, one wouldn't want to suffer from SBU would they? That stands for Semen Back Up. I know, it's just a joke. Tammy and I rarely talk and when we do it's usually out in the parking lot and nothing more than a hello and some obligatory comment about the weather. Two days ago was different. She and I happened to be walking out to our vehicles at the same time, well after all others were gone, and she seemed to want to talk a bit more than usual. She kept the conversation going for a few minutes, then blew me away when she asked, "You ever watch porn on your computer there in the office?" I could feel my face instantly blush which was all the answer she needed. Of course I stumbled and mumbled about having seen some but not as a routine. She knew I was lying. One thing I did notice though was that during my response her nipples got rock hard and made very noticeable bumps in her blouse, atop those ample melons she has for tits. Tammy simple smiled, turned and went to her car. Busted. Like I said, that was two days ago. I was too scared yesterday to do anything and beat a hasty retreat out of the office as the others were leaving, but today I was super horny and really wanted to jack off. After the others were gone I looked out the windows towards the parking lot and didn't see Tammy's car. Good. So, I went back to my office, pulled up one of my favorite webcam porn sites, found a few models I wanted to watch, dropped my pants and underwear to the floor, and started rubbing my already hard dick. I was in my own world. I don't honestly know if Tammy was trying to sneak up on me or if I had just zoned out everything but my focus on the screen, but at one point I looked up to my office doorway and there stood Tammy. "Oh, don't stop on my account, Stud." Talk about caught! With my pants and underwear down around my ankles, my dick standing straight up but becoming flaccid by the second, all I could do was scoot my chair up close to my desk to hide myself. Tammy began walking in my office and around the end of my desk. "Like I said, there's no need to stop now. Here, let me help you." At this point Tammy was standing at the end of my desk, even with the back of the desk so that I could eye my screen and her at the same time. As she spoke those last words she began to unbutton her blouse. I took the cue and slid my chair back from under the desk and turned at an angle facing halfway towards her and halfway towards the desk, and my dick was coming back to life as I stroked it. Her eyes never moved from my dick as she tossed the blouse aside, reached around and unfastened the clasp on her mammoth bra and then allowed it to slip down her arms and off. Her boobs were much larger than I'd imagined, and have wonderful large, dark areolas with long, hard nipples that were already standing at attention. I was stroking at a good pace now, oblivious to the computer screen, and was once again rock hard. Tammy unclasped then unzipped her skirt, dropped it down and stepped out of it, revealing a pair of panties that were matching to her bra in color and material. As she stood back upright my eyes shot instantly and directly to a huge camel toe and to my delight there were wisps of pubic hair escaping from each side of the panties as they curved down and under her pussy. I love a hairy pussy. Tammy moved closer then knelt down at my chair, taking my dick into her hands and eyeing it as if it were some treasure. So slowly she lowered her head until I felt her lips lightly touch the head of my dick. She kissed the tip as lightly as a feather, then opened her lips and took the head in. Her lips were warm and moist and I sensed a bit of pre-cum juices escape. Tammy took more of my dick in, back out, then in again, deeper with each cycle. My head was swirling and my hips pushing towards her mouth, my energies building much faster than I thought possible. I tried to pull back but Tammy held close, refusing to take her mouth away and keeping her pace with her lips and tongue working my pulsing dick towards a building climax. With a strain and a loud groan I could no longer hold the energy and my cum burst forth and into her throat with each thrust. As I relaxed from the climax Tammy pulled back a bit, and then looked up at me with a smile across her face. She opened her mouth for me to see my cum laying on her tongue, closed her mouth and swallowed, then reopened for me to see it gone. "Now, aren't you glad I stopped by?" "Tammy, that was awesome, but what's in it for you, besides a high protein snack?" That brought a laugh from Tammy, as she stood back up. My eyes drifted back down to her cunt, still in that camel toe. Tammy moved forward, her legs against mine, leaned over me and put one of her nipples right at my face. "I love my tits to be played with, and sometimes to be treated a bit rough. Not time tonight though, so just a little suck, maybe?" I gladly took the nipple in my lips and began sucking on it, pulling on it with my lips, flicking my tongue across it and around it. "OK, cowboy, that's enough for tonight." And with that Tammy started getting redressed. "How'd you know I'd be in here doing this, and why did you come in?" "Just a hunch about what you do here after work, since your business is so slow. As for me coming by, well let's just say I'm as horny as you are and maybe a bit more." She winked at me after that last part, and I seriously doubted her being as horny as I am, and I told her so. I never even bothered to pull my pants up while I watched her getting dressed and by the time she was ready to leave my dick was all little and limp. Tammy stepped closer then reached down to grab it as she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. "See you again soon, Stud." And with that Tammy was out the door. Dear Handsome, I am glad you are home, but while you were away on your long business trip, I was a naughty, naughty little girl and needs to be spanked hard and long after you read this. Let me tell you what happened. Today, when I got the mail, your new naughty magazine came. You know the one that is all girl on girl with their beautiful bodies being explored by each other? I put it on the coffee table in the living room so I wouldn't look at it until you came home. Later in the evening I took a shower and went down stairs to dry by the warm hot fire and started to watch some TV. I was channel surfing when I found the adult channel that we like to watch together. Can you see my upcoming problem? It was like putting candy in front of a baby. I couldn't help myself. Anyway there was a very good show on with two beautiful young girls exploring each other for the first time. They were caressing each others tits and tasting them ever so lovingly, then slowly roving their hands down and around their tight bodies. By the time they found each others shaved sweet spot, I started loosing it. My body started to ache all over and I couldn't control myself any longer. Before I knew it, I opened your magazine to see what other women I could enjoy. I came across a real naughty one of two girls, one was in leather. She had on thigh high boots and a leather body suit. Her body was toned and her breasts were trying to pop out of her top. The other girl was completely nude and bent over a chair with her hands tied to the legs and her beautiful ass was red from her spankings. As I looked at her pussy, it was dripping from her excitement. All of a sudden I noticed my hands were exploring me. Let me try to explain.......First I had both hands fondling my growing hard nipples, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp for some air, so I cupped and squeezed my breasts fully and hard. I then licked two of my fingers and started to rub them on one of my harden nipples. It felt so good, I started grabbing the rest of my chest all the way down to my navel. I tried to stop and wait for your return tomorrow, but my hands had a mind all of their own. Next, I had the one hand just barely brushing my clit as I could feel it swelling and begging to be touched. My other hand was feeling down the inside of my thighs, first just lightly touching the outside of my lips, stroking them up and down, each time getting a little closer to my pouting and swelling inner lips. I did this until I found my wet spot. I slowly at first let one finger slip deep in my already flowing juices, but that didn't seem to be enough, so I put two in and it felt so much better. My body was aching for more and wanting so much more I opened our special bag. (Did I forget to mention that I had brought the bag down earlier?) I pulled out a toy, you know my favourite vibrating one with the clit tickler and the two cocks attached so I can fill both holes at once. I then took my wet fingers and started to slowly work them into my tight ass- hole, because that didn't want to be left out either. As I was rimming my ass with my fingers I started sucking on my toy pretending it was you. I was taking it in my mouth long and deep until I could take no more of it in. I could feel myself getting wetter with each stroke as I took in the head of the toy. I started to really get worked up with the feel of a hard cock in my mouth that I took it out and got on all fours. I started to slowly put it into my swollen pussy and tight but puckered ass so I could feel every inch fill me. The feeling was amazing honey, As I looked over at the magazine and turned the page, the scene was even better than the first. The girl in the leather was thrusting a glass toy up into the sub while her other hand was pulling her head back. You could see the sub was completely drenched. The toy was soaking. I then I looked up at the TV and found the two girls were in a full 69 position eagerly eating each other out. One had fingers and a toy probing deep into her dripping pussy and the other had a toy in her ass, while she was being fully licked by the other. Just then one of them was cumming and I was enjoying my toy, now thrusting it in and out of me harder. As I was thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy and ass, the feelings were out of this world. My ass was eagerly taking the toy and still wanting more while my pussy was aching to be released from all my pent up excitement. I could feel my body start to tighten and wanted to be released, so I started to thrust the toy deeper and faster into me. My ass was tingling and my pussy was begging to cum. When I heard the second girl on the TV start to cum, it was too much for me to handle. So I started to cum with her. It was almost like the three of us were all together in the same room. I felt so spent after that, that I fell asleep on the couch for awhile. When I woke, I realized that I had been a real naughty little girl and did not wait for you. I am upstairs now in our bed with nothing on awaiting your punishment. Your loving and wanting your touch wife, Boo |
CHAPTER ONE- BLACKOUT Bethany stared at the closing door. Her roommate, Sasha, was inching out the door while talking to her boyfriend, Ivan, who had just picked her up for a date. Ivan and Sasha, both Russian exchange students, were typically inseparable, as they were in a strange country and had not exactly warmed to America. Bethany didn't know where they were going, but she was ready for some alone time. It was Bethany's first year in college. As is typical of teenage girls in these types of stories, she was eighteen without much sexual experience. She was a brunette of average size, bright green eyes, and, because I'm sure you want to know, a bra size of 36 D. As the door finally closed, she breathed a sigh of relief and raced to Sasha's bedroom to find the buried treasure. Opening Sasha's bottom drawer, Bethany rummaged under the countless bottles of vodka to find Sasha's stash of filthy Russian pornography. She couldn't read the titles, but Sasha had translated them for her at one point. Sasha was very open about her love of porn, and sex in general, but Bethany was very shy, nodding cautiously as Sasha would babble quickly in her half-English, half- Russian accounts of her sexual exploits, both with Ivan and others around campus. She started flipping through the cases, past titles which she thought meant "Crime Ass Punishment," "Penis Goodenov," "Three Sorority Sisters," and "The Master in Margarita" to find the one she thought looked the most interesting and held the least potential for permanent mental and emotional damage: "A Month in the Cuntry." She went back to the living room, stopping off at her own room to grab her dildo. Tonight was the night. She was going to have an orgasm. Bethany had only ever had sex once. It was not an enjoyable experience, and she did not cum then, nor ever since. She rarely masturbated, but her curiosity had been piqued lately after hearing Sasha talk on and on about sex and orgasms. This was the right time. She wanted to make herself cum, rather than leave it in the hands or mouths of the ignorant, idiotic fraternity guys who populated the campus. She stripped off her clothes, but I won't tell you what she was wearing. It was nothing kinky, nothing that interesting, so don't think you've missed anything. It was not very hot. Just normal taking off of clothes. She had nothing to prove. Least of all to you. On with the story. She popped in the dvd and eventually found the "play" option on the Russian menu. The movie was a good choice as it skipped any story and went straight to the sex, unlike this story, which is pretty much all story and little sex. Sorry to disappoint you. Anyway, Bethany started to press the dildo against her clit and then ease it into her pussy. She had been getting wet ever since the door shut. The scene depicted a petite blonde getting fucked from behind by a muscular ex-KGB officer, Bethany assumed. There had been little foreplay, but Bethany was warmed up enough. She had purchased the dildo last month but had never achieved orgasm. Tonight would be different. She started to feel a tingle in her nether-regions that she had never felt before. She could feel what she assumed to be an orgasm building inside of her. The blonde on the tv was getting fucked harder and harder, and she suddenly turned around and got on her knees to receive the man's cumshot. As the drops of semen hit her lips, Bethany felt an explosion inside her body. Waves of pleasure hit her over and over again. She had never felt such an amazing feeling. That's when everything went dark. Bethany awoke and slowly opened her eyes. She heard a beeping noise and saw white walls. She tried to sit up and then felt a strange jab in her arm and looked down to find an I-V. She was in a hospital. Sitting beside her bed was her mother. Sasha stood next to the surrounding curtain, looking irritated. "Mom? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? What the hell—" Bethany's mother got up and walked out of the room, looking disgusted. Sasha walked off as well. A doctor walking by noticed that Bethany was awake and made his way over to her bed, looking embarrassed. "Bethany Morris? His, I'm Doctor Reed. What do you remember?" "Um, I don't know. Well, I do, but—" "Your roommate filled me in, so I think I know what you remember. That was last night. It's been about twelve hours since then. Your mother tells me you've never had a seizure before, is that correct?" "I had a seizure?" "I thought you'd be surprised. We did some tests, and I'm afraid I have some potentially bad news." "What? Am I doing to die?" The doctor looked embarrassed again. "We did some neurological tests. It seems that the seizure you had was brought on by an orgasm." "My orgasm? My orga---I had an orgasm? I had an orgasm!" "That's where the bad news comes in. It seems your epilepsy is tied to the pleasure center of your brain, Bethany." "What do you mean?" "I'm afraid, Bethany, that every time you have an orgasm, you'll have a seizure." "So? I should be happy to have orgasms so good that they knock me out." The doctor lifted up a hand mirror from a table and held it in front of her face. Bethany saw cuts and bruises all over her face. She looked down at her arms and saw similar cuts. The doctor lowered the mirror. "Bethany, you fell into a glass coffee table. You really hurt yourself, and you could do so again. Even if you were in a safe place, you could fall on your neck, bite off your own tongue, who knows what else." Bethany's heart sunk, and the doctor could see it. "You mean, I can never have another orgasm?" The doctor looked as if he almost pitied her. "I'm afraid it's true. You're a unique kind of epileptic, almost unheard of. But if you want to stay safe, you'll never let that happen to you again." Bethany could not get the feeling of her orgasm out of her mind. She wanted another so badly. Right now. She was about to jump the doctor. But this news put a damper on her plans. Would she never feel that again? Would she have to remain celibate for the rest of her life? TO BE CONTINUED, BITCHES. It was an unusually hot spring day, the weather in the mid-80's and it was early April. I decided to go and play some basketball to get out of the house for awhile. I went to one of the elementary schools in the area. It was Saturday, so I figured no one would be there, and there wasn't- except Becky. Becky is a slim brunette, about 5'6", and has 34C tits, and a nice, firm ass. But I didn't know all of this yet. I pulled into the parking lot and started toward the basketball court. Sitting on the swings was Becky, with her head down, thinking about something. Her smooth tanned arms were intertwined with the chain links. "It's kinda hot today... Would you like some water?" I offered her. Becky quickly looked up, and a devilish grin spread across her face, revealing her white, flawless teeth. "Why, yes, thank you," she cooed. Was that a bit of enthusiasm in her voice? I'm sure it was. "I'm Becky... Well, Rebecca actually, but you can call me Becky. That's what my friends call me." Wow! I had already been elevated from'stranger' to 'friend.' Things were lookin' up! "My name is Marcus. It's nice to meet you." I could see her eyes searching through my sunglasses, so I removed them so our eyes could meet. "So what are you doin' just sittin' here all alone in the heat of the day? Is this your quiet place?" I asked non-sarcastically. Becky just smiled, and said, "Actually, it is. I often come here to write, or sing to myself, but I had other things on my mind today." "What other things?" I countered. At this, Becky licked her lips, and starting gently rocking back and forth, so that her already short running shorts began riding up her luscious legs, revealing more tanned skin with each swing. "Well, my birthday is today. I was hoping some hot guy would drop by, so I could lose my virginity before I turned 18. All of my friends have, and I feel left out. It looks like you made it just in time." I swear, my jaw hit the ground. I felt like Jim Carry in "The Mask." Here I was, ready to play some ball, and this lusting young lady was wanting some hard dick to fulfill her untouched, unloved pussy. I quickly closed my jaw, and threw my game face on. "Well, what can I say? My balls were just beggin' to be played with; I just heard the wrong one." Becky started laughing, and rose from the swing to fondle my ever-hardening dick. "Mmmm... looks like somebody's awake; Let's see how well he plays." "Hey, I'm no prude or anything, but let's walk down the path a ways, and find a nice bench. I'd hate for some cop to break up our 'party.' It's only about a 1/4 mile down that trail." I pointed to the dirt path. "Sounds good, Marcus," Becky said, but she had not let go of my dick. She then stuck her hand inside my shorts, grabbed my salami, and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Her breath was nice and fresh, like wintergreen mint. And man, could she kiss! With her tonguing my mouth and stroking my shaft, I had to hold back from spewing. She sure didn't act like a virgin! I finally got her to let go, and we started down the trail. She kept rubbing my chest and pinching my nips all the way there. The path curved down the side of a fairly large hill, and protruded down into a holler, where a creek was flowing, and there were woods all around us. We broke away from the trail, and spotted a stone bench along the creek bed, well hidden from any spectator's view. "Lie down on your back," Becky gently commanded. At that, I lay back and watched this vixen go to work. She worked my shorts and boxers down my legs, past my ankles, and took me into her warm, wet mouth. She couldn't quite get all of it down. She started out slowly, playing with my cockhead, flicking her tongue on the underside, and then enveloping it again. "You're very good at sucking cock. Have you ever given head before?" I asked her. She spoke between bobbing, "... yes.. once or twice... but the guy wasn't... as big as you... Damnit! I can't... get it all the way... down!" I couldn't help but laugh. Becky just looked into my eyes while slobbin' my cock like an expert. "Well, for only a couple of times, you must have read something. You're quite skilled," I told her. "..dank-ooh... mmmm... "Becky had given up trying to suck and talk. She just mumbled while trying to deep-throat me. She simply could not get it all the way down. After about 10 minutes of Becky blowin' me, and rubbing my stomach and chest, I let go in her mouth, but she never let up. She just gobbled down my jizz, not letting a drop ooze out. "Unggh!.. Ooooh, man that was awesome!" I exclaimed. It hadn't been that long since I got laid, but this girl could suck a dick! I started to rise up, but Becky pushed me back down. "My boyfriend never did eat me out. He said it was disgusting. Would you eat my pussy?" Would I?! She batted her yes, and started removing her sports bra, but I really didn't need encouraging. "Come here, girl. I'm gonna make you scream so loud, they'll have the whole police squad down here for questioning." Becky smiled and began to remove her bright-green running shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties. She straddled me in a 69 as I watched this wonderfully smooth, shaved pussy com in for a landing on my tongue. I like to plunge into a girl first, then retreat, tease the thighs for a minute or two, and finger a pussy. That's when a girl will begin to beg. And that's exactly what Becky did. "Oooh.. Mar-plhcus... stlop...uh! Teasing!" I tried to insert a second finger into her sweet shutter box, but she was way too tight. I gently flicked my tongue across her hot clit, took a couple deep slow strokes, then sucked on her clit, while flicking my tongue again. Within minutes, I had Becky bucking her pussy, and riding my face with abandon. She had given up on the '69' as she concentrated on her orgasm. "ooohhh... ooohhh... OOOH!!!!. OHHHHH!! UNGHHH!" she moaned, coming hard, her vaginal muscles clenching my tongue like a vice. Her spasms subsided, and Becky quickly turned around, and sat on my rock hard shaft like she had been fucking for years. A thought crossed my mind, and I began to worry. "Becky, wait. What if you get pregnant? I mean, I'd be there and all, but I ain't exactly lookin to be a daddy!" "Easy, big boy. I started taking the pill 6 months ago, waiting for a moment like this, and oh, My GOD!, have I been missing out!" Becky had begun to thrust up and down, up and down, slowly getting into a rhythm. Having already come, I could go for at least 3 or 4 hours, if she wanted to. But we didn't wait that long. After about 40 minutes of listening to the birds chirping, squirrels rustling, and the slap-smacking of her against me, Becky came for the ump-teenth time and begged me to fill her up. "Please, Marcus, come inside me! I WANT TO FEEL YOU COME!" I always do what a lady asks of me. I am such a sucker for that. I let down my guard, and began pumping harder and faster, while fondling Becky's wonderful tits. ".. okay.. Here!... Ungh!..Uuuunngh!" I filled her up, and she clamped her pussy around my dick so hard, it popped out, and I shot some of my jizz on her smooth belly. Becky rubbed it into her skin until it was all gone. "Oh, Marcus! That was wonderful!" Becky moaned, and leaned forward to tongue me again. My deflating pole was pressed into her belly, and she was playing with my balls. We finally got dressed and headed back towards my car. |
_This is a non-fictional transcript from an actual erotic IM conversation, so you are essentially listening to the real deal, complete with its interruptions, grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. You should notice that the typing skills of the participants deteriorate as time passes and they become too excited to pay attention to such trivial details, and that the words actually become incoherent as they are obviously cumming._ The names were changed to protect the guilty. I have kept it in its IM line- styled format because it should be read and absorbed one line at a time, bearing in mind that some thoughts do overlap because both parties wrote and responded simultaneously at times. Being that this was a two-way conversation, I cannot take full credit for this story’s content. Many thanks go out to LT for her stimulating contribution and editing. * Pamela says: So it looks like we both finally have some time to play online together, it’s been awhile. Pamela says: Got any ideas? Stephen says: Have you ever had sex in an aircraft? Pamela says: No, I am not a member of the mile-high club… Pamela says: …yet… Stephen says: I think it would be fun Stephen says: actually, what would be really cool Stephen says: would be to have sex in one of those Stephen says: anti-gravity simulation planes Stephen says: you literally float Pamela says: wow,,,,that would be interesting... Stephen says: while flying Pamela says: but wouldn't you end up bouncing off the walls with each movement? Stephen says: the walls are padded Pamela says: I would hope so! Stephen says: could be interesting to try it Pamela says: Hey...I'd try almost anything once! Stephen says: of course, body fluids would temporarily float all over too Pamela says: mmm.... Pamela says: ....guess I'd have to try to catch that all in my mouth then. Stephen says: just imagine boarding the plane, bucking up to take off Stephen says: when in the air, feeling your body straining against the seatbelt Stephen says: when you unbuckle it, you just drift upward Pamela says: mmm....I like floating... Stephen says: and curl into a ball while rolling upside down Pamela says: ...uh oh...starting to get nauseous... Stephen says: you look over toward me and see me doing the same at the other end of the plane Pamela says: brb... Stephen says: ok Pamela says: phone Pamela says: Brb Stephen says: k Pamela says: back... Pamela says: and I took an anti-nauseant while I was at it. Stephen says: good for you Stephen says: hope you feel better Pamela says: watching you hang upside down Stephen says: push off on of the walls and propel myself in your direction Pamela says: smiles... Stephen says: just hanging there waiting.. Pamela says: for you to reach me. Stephen says: reach you and wrap arms around your waist, kissing you while we both gently tumble through the air Pamela says: mmm...holding on tight... Pamela says: using it as an excuse to press against you Stephen says: Mmm Pamela says: feeling your lips warm and firm on mine.. Stephen says: I feel your nipples press through your shirt into my chest Stephen says: my tongue dancing with yours Pamela says: oh my.... Pamela says: running my hands down your back, to your waist.. Pamela says: pulling you closer.. Stephen says: kissing my way down your neck Pamela says: leaning back a bit...my ankles twined with yours... Pamela says: my hair floating around my head Stephen says: runnning my hands under your shirt up your back Pamela says: smiling at you, using one hand to push against the wall, sending us into a slow roll.. Stephen says: pulling you tighter to my body Stephen says: sucking on your earlobe Pamela says: moulding myself to you...working my hands under the back of your shirt. Pamela says: shivers as your tongue touches my ear Pamela says: tugging your shirt free so my hands can slide up underneath Stephen says: mmmm Pamela says: scratching lightly over your bare bake Stephen says: my hands under your shirt Pamela says: ..bare back Stephen says: causes the material covering your breasts to press against them, brushing your nipples Stephen says: kissing and sucking at your throat Pamela says: mmmm....feeling them tighten at the contact.. Pamela says: running my hands along your sides...to your chest Stephen says: rolling around, you now above me Pamela says: looking down at you Stephen says: or below me Stephen says: hard to tell anymore Pamela says: laughs... Pamela says: tugs on your shirt...trying to pull it over your head Stephen says: I help you take it off.....cast it aside and it floats toward the other end of the cabin Pamela says: mmm....nice...tracing my fingers over your collarbone.. Pamela says: down your sternum, and along your ribs Stephen says: ahhhhhhh Pamela says: circling your nipples... Pamela says: leaning over to kiss you there. Stephen says: remove my hands from your shirt Stephen says: cup your jaw with my hands Stephen says: kiss you deeply Pamela says: ah.......losing myself in your kiss Stephen says: while running hands down the sides of your neck to the top of your shoulders Pamela says: hands twining behind your head, fingers in your hair Stephen says: slowly unbutton top two buttons Pamela says: pull back to grin at you Stephen says: kiss my way down your throat Pamela says: heart thumping Pamela says: as I watch you Stephen says: begin to unbutton third button with my lips and teeth Stephen says: my nose between the top of your breasts Pamela says: chest swelling towards you... Stephen says: the tip of my nose caressing the soft skin Pamela says: arching my back Pamela says: my hands still in your hair Stephen says: the button releases and I work on button number 4 Stephen says: breathing out through my nose onto your partially exposed breasts Pamela says: watching my breast begin to float now that the fabric that was restraining them is getting loose Stephen says: the button releases and I begin to kiss the exposed areas of flesh Pamela says: moans.... Pamela says: and shudders as your lips touch each sensitive spot Stephen says: run hands up your back to pull you closer to my lips Pamela says: legs wrapped around yours, pulling your groin in close contact with mine Pamela says: smiling as I feel you hard against me Stephen says: I feel my penis swell as you press into me Pamela says: mmm....electricity shooting from my breasts down to my groin Pamela says: my nipples getting very hard in anticipation of your lips Stephen says: suck your nipples through the thin material of your shirt Pamela says: ooooh....loving the heat of your mouth Stephen says: the now wet material clings to your erections Pamela says: I use one hand to pull your head closer Stephen says: showing every detail of your nipples and areolas Pamela says: wanting to feel my breast in your mouth. Stephen says: pull head back to look into your eyes Stephen says: smiles Pamela says: while my other hand runs up and down your back. Pamela says: each time moving a bit lower Stephen says: gaze back to your open shirt Stephen says: mmmmm Pamela says: laughs into your eyes.. Pamela says: delighted at the heat I see in them Stephen says: slowly unbutton the next button while our eyes are locked Stephen says: then the next button Pamela says: falling into your large, deep pupils, sensing your arousal Stephen says: your breasts now freed from their confines, I trace my two fingers down the sides of each breast while still looking deep into your penetrating eyes Pamela says: mmm...gasps... Stephen says: unbutton the final ones Pamela says: my breasts aching under your fingers Stephen says: pulls your bare chest into mine Pamela says: everything made more intense by your gaze Pamela says: ahh...finally...feeling myself pressed against you.. Stephen says: kisses you again Stephen says: not wanting to breath Pamela says: hanging there...feeling your warmth Stephen says: just having my tongue inside you Pamela says: right from your mouth down to my toes Stephen says: your nipples pressing into my chest Pamela says: rolling my tongue around yours, playing Stephen says: mmmm Pamela says: sucking it gently Pamela says: mmm..warm and alive Pamela says: wiggling a bit to feel the friction between our chests Stephen says: I push your shirt off your arms and let it float away Stephen says: we roll again while I press my bulging groin into your crotch Pamela says: mmm Pamela says: excited to feel you hard against me Pamela says: sneaking my hands down the back of your pants Stephen says: run my fingertips down your spine Pamela says: to feel the tops of your buns Stephen says: toward your waistband Pamela says: arching my back into you as my spine follows your finger Stephen says: nibble the side of your neck down to the top of your shoulders Pamela says: mmm...so deliciously, slowly, aroused... Pamela says: taking the time to savor each new sensation Stephen says: nip at the top of your shoulder playfully Pamela says: growls Stephen says: squeeze your ass and pull you even harder into my crotch while moving my hips to grind my clothed erection into you Pamela says: mmm...rubbing against you...hips starting to undulate against you, sending us into another roll Pamela says: running my hands down your sides, over your abdomen, my fingers finding your navel Stephen says: teasingly slip a finger under your waistband to the top of your crack Stephen says: touching the soft, sensitive skin their Pamela says: grinning and squirming against you, as my fingers trace the trail of hair that moves down from your navel Stephen says: uuuuu Pamela says: moving slowly, an inch at a time, Pamela says: watching your eyes as I move Stephen says: run finger up and down tracing between the top of your cheeks Pamela says: reaching the button at the top of your pants Pamela says: teasingly dipping my finger inside Stephen says: my penis suddenly throbs as I gasp in anticipated delight Pamela says: chuckles as I feel your response, and sense you swelling upwards, towards my finger tip Stephen says: I feel the heat building Pamela says: I reach in a bit further.. Stephen says: I reach both hands under your elastic waistband and over your panties to squeeze your cheeks Stephen says: mmmmm Pamela says: laughing when I fail to encounter any underwear Pamela says: arching an eyebrow at you Stephen says: I press my hips upward Stephen says: my penis probing for your fingers Pamela says: my finger finally touching the tip of you… Stephen says: feeling very cramped in my pants Pamela says: and finding it wet... Stephen says: hhhhh Stephen says: mmmmm Pamela says: sliding over the head a bit Pamela says: and then withdrawing my hand Stephen says: groans Pamela says: bringing my finger to my lips, and sucking on it deeply Stephen says: kissing your lips with your finger inside them Stephen says: my tongue wraps around your finger Pamela says: mmm...offering the finger to you Stephen says: pulls it from your mouth into mine Pamela says: smiling, and feeling myself quicken as your mouth pulls on my finger Stephen says: my hands caress your panty covered ass Pamela says: my hips instinctively press into you harder Pamela says: (this is driving me slowly, deliciously insane) Stephen says: trace the curves down to your legs Stephen says: my fingers can feel the heat building down there Pamela says: mmm....my hands move back to the button of your pants. Pamela says: and I slowly pop it open Pamela says: and run down the closed zipper with two fingers Stephen says: fingers trace along the sensitive area inside the top of your thighs Stephen says: ooooohhhh Pamela says: feeling you quiver beneath the zipper Stephen says: my penis presses against the opening Pamela says: my hand ducks further, feeling your balls tight as I cup them through the fabric Pamela says: rolling them a bit in my hand before my fingers trace there way back up the zipper Pamela says: one finger on either side of your cock Stephen says: Moans loudly Pamela says: begins to tug down on the zipper Stephen says: my finger runs between your legs Pamela says: smiling as I see your penis trying to escape Stephen says: feels how wet your panties have become Pamela says: gasping as I feel your touch between my legs Stephen says: my penis needs to be freed before it injures itself Stephen says: begin to massage your lips through your panties Pamela says: protecting your cock from the zipper, I slide it all the way down Stephen says: pressing the silky material between them Pamela says: moans Pamela says: feeling the silk slide over and between my pussy lips Stephen says: feel your slickness seeping through the material Pamela says: I untangle my legs from yours and push back Pamela says: so that I can work your pants down over your hips Pamela says: but as I pull down, you shoot up Pamela says: and you float way as I'm left holding your pants Stephen says: smiling at you, with my penis tenting in my bikini underwear Stephen says: it is my turn to lift my fingers to my lips and taste you Stephen says: on them Pamela says: ooohhh... Pamela says: not fair! Pamela says: pushing myself off the wall a bit too hard.. Stephen says: sucking each digit Pamela says: I come racing back towards you Pamela says: colliding into you and moving us against the opposite wall Stephen says: grabbing the waistband of your pants and pulling them off with a quick movement Pamela says: laughs Pamela says: and returns the favor with your shorts Stephen says: my cock salutes you Pamela says: watching your penis bob free in front of me Stephen says: as it springs upward Pamela says: I pretend to have your cock on marionette strings... Stephen says: lol Pamela says: and watching it bob up and down as I wiggle my fingers. Stephen says: I reach out and pull you closer Pamela says: stops laughing...and feels myself pressed naked against you Pamela says: from my ankles to my shoulders Stephen says: spins you so that your ankles are now in line with my face Pamela says: woah...! Pamela says: getting my bearings Stephen says: slowly pull you up while licking my way down the inside of your left leg from your ankle to your knee Stephen says: playfully nibble my way up your inner thigh Pamela says: mmm....running my tongue along your leg as you pull me up.. Stephen says: mmmmm Pamela says: my hands tracing along the backs of your legs Stephen says: finally reach your still panty-covered crotch Stephen says: quite soaked, I might add Pamela says: uh huh.... Pamela says: feeling your penis bump up under my chin, saying hello Stephen says: begin to suck on the wettest part of your panties Pamela says: Oohhhhh Pamela says: jerking at the heat of your mouth Stephen says: letting my tongue press into you through the material Stephen says: my chin feels your clit pressing against the material Pamela says: squirms against you... Pamela says: and feels your cock begin to ooze along my chin Stephen says: my lips take your clit in, panties an all Stephen says: my hips press toward your face Pamela says: I use one hand to wrap around your base... Pamela says: so that I can paint my lips with the head of your cock Stephen says: ohhhhh Pamela says: rubbing your fluids over my mouth... Pamela says: before licking them off with my tongue Stephen says: my tongue pushes aside your panties so that it can lick the side of your left lip Pamela says: oooohhhh....a shiver as I feel your tongue slide along me Pamela says: as I use my tongue to slide gently over you Stephen says: I pull your drenched panties off Pamela says: using the tip to trace along the joint between head and shaft Pamela says: kicking the panties free Stephen says: and watch them float away Stephen says: a few droplets release from them and hang in the air like crystal spheres Pamela says: laughs, trying to chase them with my fingers, but missing Stephen says: my tongue dives deep into you Pamela says: ohhhhh! Pamela says: gasps. Stephen says: while my chin rubs against your clit Pamela says: oh my Stephen says: my hands squeezing your cheeks Pamela says: my hands run to the back of your ass Pamela says: pulling your hips closer to me Stephen says: my nails gently scratching your smooth ass Pamela says: mmmm.... Pamela says: alternately lost in the pleasure of your touch... Pamela says: ...and the sight of your cock before me Pamela says: I wrap my mouth around your head, and just hold you there for a moment Stephen says: fingertips tracing the folds of your labia while my tongue licks deep inside Stephen says: mmm Pamela says: concentrating on the pleasure your giving me, and humming that pleasure around you Stephen says: moan into your pussy Stephen says: breathing heavily on your wet lips Pamela says: beginning to swirl my tongue around the tip of you... Pamela says: sliding into the slit to try to extract another drop or two.. Stephen says: spreading your slippery slickness all over your ass Pamela says: sucking gently. Stephen says: uhhh Pamela says: ooohhhh Stephen says: tenderly resting a finger on your anus Stephen says: painting it with your slickness Pamela says: pulling your closer, drawing another inch of you in.. Stephen says: feeling it slightly spasm to my touch Pamela says: jerking against you Stephen says: sucks your clit into my mouth Pamela says: oh my Pamela says: feeling a gush of wetness. Pamela says: I greedily suck in another inch of you Stephen says: slips a finger into your open vagina Pamela says: my tongue moving flat against you Stephen says: whimpers Pamela says: stroking you within my mouth Stephen says: throbbing Stephen says: feeling the inside of your mouth Pamela says: as my fingers play along the rest of your shaft Pamela says: and trace over your balls, probing and separating them gently Stephen says: oooooo Pamela says: my tongue extends long and flat against your shaft as far as it can go, still hot inside my mouth Pamela says: and then pulls back, painting you Stephen says: I’m sooo Stephen says: hard Stephen says: now Pamela says: mmmm.... Pamela says: pulling you deeper... Pamela says: the angle of our position allowing you to slide your cock Pamela says: slightly curved Stephen says: begin to slide my finger in and out of you Pamela says: all the way to the back of my throat Pamela says: and down...so that my nose is buried in your hair Stephen says: while the tip of another finger enters your anus Pamela says: ooh...moans around your cock... Pamela says: sucking firmly for a moment, before I retreat for air Stephen says: my finger in your vagina curls slightly and presses against your g-spot Pamela says: oh.... Stephen says: while my lips allow your clit to slip in and out of them Pamela says: so slippery and wet against your finger... Pamela says: my fingers run over your buttocks... Stephen says: my finger keeps transfering the slickness to your anus Pamela says: pulling you in, and then out... Pamela says: of my mouth Stephen says: mmmmmmm Pamela says: while I roll my clit along your mouth... Stephen says: my finger slips back into your anus Stephen says: this time a little deeper Stephen says: a little slicker Pamela says: and my hands find the crease of your buttocks Stephen says: ohhhhh Pamela says: and I trail my fingers along it, trying to judge your reaction Stephen says: my cock throbs in your mouth Stephen says: moans Pamela says: mmm....feeling you pulse along my tongue... Pamela says: my fingers delve a little deeper...tracing your skin from your spine Pamela says: following the crease Stephen says: gasps Pamela says: skimming lightly over your anus and Stephen says: mmmmm Pamela says: moving on to the base of your balls Stephen says: uhhhh Stephen says: my scrotum tightens at your touch Pamela says: then grabbing your shaft with my fingers...and moving yoru cock and my fingers into my mouth.. Pamela says: making my fingers moist with my saliva Pamela says: while applying different points of pressing along your shaft Stephen says: slip two fingers into your soked puss now Pamela says: oh...arches into your hand Stephen says: move them independently Pamela says: squirming Stephen says: while finger is all the way into your rectum Pamela says: using my hand to trace back down your shaft.. Stephen says: slowly moving in and out Pamela says: running my moist fingers over your balls.. Pamela says: scratching that smooth slickness behind them Stephen says: hhh Pamela says: pausing my finger this time on the rim of your anus Stephen says: licking up and down your lips Pamela says: circling in around Stephen says: push toward your finger Pamela says: while drawing you in and out of my mouth.. Stephen says: puckering in eager anticipation Pamela says: using my single finger on your ass to push you into my mouth... Pamela says: and that pressure causing my finger to slowly slid einto you Pamela says: just a bit at first.. Pamela says: and my finger withdraw at the same time I withdraw you from my mouth... Stephen says: ohhhhhhhhhhhh gasping breath on your swollen pussy lips Stephen says: my sphincter grips your finger Pamela says: then plunging you deep into my throat again...and my finger moving deeper into your ass Stephen says: uhhhhhhhhhhh Pamela says: holding your cock and my finger still for a moment, I just feel... Pamela says: your cock throbbing in my mouth...your ass gripping my finger Stephen says: grabbing your ass I pull your pussy harder onto my mouth Pamela says: and then I twist my finger, and my head.. Stephen says: uhhhhh Stephen says: mmmmmm Pamela says: rolling you around in me and on me Stephen says: ohhhhhh Pamela says: withdrawing again... Pamela says: teeth scraping along your cock... Stephen says: whimper Pamela says: until my finger is almost clear... Pamela says: rubbing around the rim of your anus while I lick your head Pamela says: taking a deep breath... Pamela says: before slamming you home again.. Pamela says: this time my finger plunging as deep as it can go Stephen says: my finger presses in and out of your anus to match the movements of your finger on mine Pamela says: ooohhhh Stephen says: my two fingers massage your g-spot Pamela says: wriggling against you...starting to become frantic Stephen says: while your clit seems to grow in my mouth Pamela says: losing perception of what is sliding where, and who is in whom.. Pamela says: just going with the flow, rolling against you...moaning... Stephen says: moan Pamela says: sucking you deep, rolling you in my mouth, while your fingers work each other... Stephen says: want you Stephen says: now Pamela says: uh huh... Pamela says: wrapping tight around you.. Stephen says: mmmmmm Pamela says: imagining you moving hard in my ass... Pamela says: pushing myself in and out of you... Stephen says: yesss Pamela says: moaning...sucking...pushing... Stephen says: ohhhhhhh Pamela says: rocking myself on your fingers... Pamela says: so....clsoe.. Pamela says: mmmm Stephen says: me 2 Stephen says: deeep Pamela says: curling my finger inside you... Stephen says: in you Stephen says: ohhhh Pamela says: reaching for tha tspot... Stephen says: sucking clit Pamela says: stretching you Stephen says: lickin Pamela says: sliding my pussiy over yoru face Stephen says: lips Pamela says: mmmmmmm\ Stephen says: face fucking it harder Pamela says: fuckkk Pamela says: slammin Stephen says: fucking you ass Pamela says: nnnnnnnn Stephen says: with fingers Pamela says: wrapoing around you.. Pamela says: stroking you Stephen says: fuck my ass Pamela says: pump;iong my fingers Stephen says: ohhhh Pamela says: working in a seocnd one... Pamela says: spreading you tight Stephen says: drinking you in Pamela says: hhhhhh Pamela says: g00000000 Pamela says: jjjjjjjjj Stephen says: cock swells in y mouth Pamela says: sucikng greedy Pamela says: cummmm Pamela says: in my noth Stephen says: three fingers in puss Pamela says: moving my finger Pamela says: budking against you Pamela says: fuckign each other Stephen says: fucking u Stephen says: harder Pamela says: nnn harder Pamela says: fasae3r Stephen says: faster Stephen says: deeper Pamela says: nooowwwwww Stephen says: uuuu Pamela says: kkkkkkkkkkk Stephen says: cccccc Stephen says: cummmmmmmmmmm Pamela says: kkk Stephen says: uuu Pamela says: wow Stephen says: cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Stephen says: pants Pamela says: mmmm]\ Pamela says: trhobs Pamela says: deep breaths Stephen says: very Pamela says: smiles Pamela says: strong Stephen says: smiles back Pamela says: intense Stephen says: very Stephen says: welcome to the almost mile high club Pamela says: lol... Pamela says: still panting Pamela says: the virtual mile high club Pamela says: wishing I could lick up the mess Stephen says: hee hee Pamela says: settling for cleaning up my own Pamela says: wow Stephen says: wish I could lick up YOUR mess Stephen says: very wow Pamela says: you realize... Stephen says: what? Pamela says: ..that it was strictly a creative exercise... Pamela says: to help kick-start your muse Stephen says: true Pamela says: I didn't enjoy that at all! Stephen says: I could tell Pamela says: lol Pamela says: my god... Pamela says: look at the time Stephen says: I know...I also get a "bad parent award" Pamela says: uh oh...did you miss pick up? Pamela says: or just make your daughter stay at middle school, so that you could get virtually laid? Stephen says: yep Stephen says: actually, she called about an hour ago Pamela says: oh dear...you off to pick her up? Stephen says: There was no way I was going to stop with you, told her I would be there about noon or so 12:33:17 PM Pamela says: lol...you bad father, you! Pamela says: (but I'm glad you didn't stop!) Stephen says: she just called again. told her I was on my way Pamela says: But now you should probably go get her. Stephen says: Yes! Pamela says: go! Stephen says: will talk to you soon Stephen says: thank you for a wonderful morning Pamela says: thanks for the pleasant diversion Pamela says: lol...your welcome. Talk soon. Stephen says: get back to work now Pamela says: Bye Stephen says: bye |
**III -- Sea of Faces** "A little late, aren't we buddy," Ryan asked his son from underneath the hood of his vintage midnight-black Challenger, without looking up. He adjusted the position of the lamp and leaned over the engine, trying to shine the light in one of those hard-to-reach places. "No wheels, dad. Besides, I had more tutoring to do." Luke sounded tired. Ryan glanced over at him, still working on the car, "I don't mind the tutoring, and in fact I think it's great you're doing that. Knowing how to do something is great, but teaching it makes you even better. Just don't neglect your own grades." They both snickered simultaneously, knowing full well Luke wasn't about to get his first A-minus ever any time soon. "Still, I mean it. Don't get cocky." "I won't, dad. I'll catch up on my reading this weekend." "Hey, speaking of this weekend, are you still going to the gym with me?" Luke shook his head, "Um, no thanks. Like I always tell you, not interested. Too much homework I have to catch up on anyway. By the way, where's mom?" "She's in the study, but don't bother her. She's running numbers for Pacific Spa. Apparently she made a killing this last month. I keep telling her she needs to sell her business while she's ahead, but she loves that spa too much. If I can talk her into it though, she'll get the money, and with all of the free time she'd have, she could give all the massages to me. Score." Ryan smiled in a way that made Luke's stomach turn and said, "It's a win-win." "Ew. No. TMI, dad," Luke said dryly while turning to leave him and heading inside the house, trying his hardest to shake the disturbing image from his head. Ryan snickered, turning his full attention back to his beloved Challenger. "If only you knew the half of it, son," he whispered quietly to himself. \--- "You took long enough," Kaylee said, restarting her car. "Beauty takes time. You of all people should know that, hun," Audrey said, sliding in the passenger side. "By the way, how'd your night go with Loser Luke?" To her own surprise, Kaylee flinched, but it was subtle enough that Audrey didn't notice, "Um, it went fine, actually." She chose her words carefully, "He actually had a way of explaining things so I understood it." Without thinking, she added, "I'm meeting him again tonight" before she could stop herself. _Fuck,_ she thought, realizing she had just set herself up for a million one- liners from Audrey the entire drive to school. She pulled out of Audrey's driveway hoping her friend either wouldn't notice or would let it slide, but the redhead was already cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West. "Oh, so he was that good last night, huh? What won him over for you, was it the size of his pocket protector or the size of his pocket rocket?" Kaylee turned beet red. She knew she should have just ignored her, but she couldn't help blurting out, "If you don't shut..." Audrey interrupted her, "What would Bradley think? So, who's bigger, your boyfriend, or Luke? I mean, Bradley's like two feet taller than Luke so one would just assume, but then again you know what they say about nerds." Now she was getting personal, dragging Bradley into this. She tried again, "Audrey, I swear, I'll kill..." "So how does it work? Luke knocks all of the books off the table and takes you right there, or do you use the library chair instead? At least you're at the library so he can research what to do. Does he grab the 'How to Have Sex for Dummies' book before getting it on with you or is he reading it _during_ the act?" Kaylee slammed on the brakes without as much as looking in her rearview mirror, let alone looking at Audrey. "Wow, girl, I think smoke is coming out of your ears!" As if anticipating Kaylee's next threat, Audrey said, "Ok, I'll stop." Kaylee looked at the passenger door, and then looked at Audrey. Audrey was a smart enough girl to read between the lines. "I really don't feel like walking to school, so I'll behave. Girl scouts honor," she said, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a smile. Still, Audrey didn't -- or couldn't -- stop snickering the entire way to school, but at least Kaylee didn't say a single word. \--- Kaylee met up with Luke a couple other times over the course of the following week, but as discreetly as she could possibly manage. It took time, but she gradually began to understand algebra in spite of her immense hatred of the subject. Luke even helped her with her chemistry homework and proof-read some of her papers for her English class. Occasionally she showed up late because her cheerleading practice ran over, but Luke didn't seem to mind. Or at least he didn't show it. That in itself was astounding; even Bradley harassed Kaylee whenever she was late -- which was often. He wouldn't hold back giving her an earful and didn't even make the slightest effort to try and pretend to hide his irritation. Every Tuesday and Thursday she had choir -- which ran even longer than cheerleading -- so she couldn't study those nights, which meant she had to stick to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. As midterms loomed over her head, sneaking closer and closer with the passing of each day, she was desperate enough that she told Luke she was willing to study on the weekends if she had to. She breathed easier when he told her it shouldn't be necessary. Kaylee was exhausted from her current session. Slamming her pencil down, Kaylee told him, "I can't take it! I need a break. Are you hungry?" "Yea, I could eat. Sometimes I get so busy with my work I forget to. Looks like you could use a break too," he said, looking at her cracked mechanical pencil. "What did you have in mind?" Kaylee thought about going out for a bite, but wasn't sure how that would work. She didn't feel comfortable driving Luke -- who was she kidding, she didn't feel comfortable even being _seen_ driving Luke -- and he didn't have his own car. She went for the easy solution. "I'll order us a pizza." Luke pulled out his wallet. "No, I got this. It's the least I can do for you after all the hours you've put in for me." "I can't do that; you can repay me some other way some other time," Luke said, sliding a twenty across the table. "I mean it, Luke!" Kaylee pushed it back towards him, irritated. "Alright, fine," he said, taking his money back. "Not a big deal, you know. You're not very good at this whole relaxing and taking a break thing, are you?" Kaylee dialed up the closest pizza place over the phone. Covering the mouthpiece, she whispered, "What kind of pizza do you like?" Luke whispered back, "Anchovies." Kaylee scrunched her face, giving Luke a look of disgust. Luke snickered, "Just kidding. Nobody likes anchovies. Anything with meat is fine." She raised an eyebrow and shook her head, but couldn't help a little grin. After the pizza was delivered to the library (Kaylee had to sneak it in because she didn't think they'd let them eat in a library, and she wasn't about to ask only to be told the answer was 'no'), Luke grabbed two cans of Coke from the vending machine in the school hall. "So tell me about yourself," Luke asked her while taking another bite. Kaylee looked at him as if he was cross-eyed. _We're not dating; this is simply business,_ she thought. Still, she responded, "Well, there's not much to tell. You know my entire school schedule by now." "Well, what do you do outside of school? What do you do for fun? Cheerleading and choir don't count." She shrugged, "I don't have time for much else beyond cheerleading and choir." Luke followed up, "Do you have any pets?" For a moment, a look of sadness briefly crossed her face, but it vanished as quickly as it surfaced. She said, "No. I've always wanted a yorkie, but my parents are so against any animals. Mother doesn't like the idea of shedding pets around the house." The more she talked, the more she slowly warmed up to the conversation with Luke. She continued, "I hang out with my boyfriend Bradley a lot, but lately it's been just on the weekends. At least until I get through the midterm; I've been too busy to do anything else. Once they're over, I'll be able to see him a lot more." Luke shook his head and chuckled. "What? What are you laughing at?" "Bradley," he asked, as if she was out of her mind. She set her slice down, ready to fight, "And, please tell me, sir, what is wrong with Bradley?" He couldn't help but chuckle again, "It's none of my business." "Too late. You made it my business." Luke shrugged indifferently, "I've seen the way he treats you, first of all. It's like you're an object to him. He doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated; like a princess. You put up a cold front sometimes..., well, a lot actually, but you're really a sweet, compassionate girl deep down. You're just not comfortable with people seeing that side of you which is why you often manifest your emotions into a frigid stone wall. He doesn't know any of that. If he did, he would try to tear down that wall just to get to you. Although it would most likely be for his own selfish reasons and gratifications." Her mouth was open, trying to find the right words to rip him a new one, but she had nothing. _Dammit Luke! That's not fair,_ she thought. _How can I tear you apart when you talk like that?_ "I do NOT throw up a cold front," was all she got out. "And second," Luke said, ignoring her comment, "he's just an oxygen thief." She was baffled. "A... a what?" "An oxygen thief. He doesn't try in school -- at all. He doesn't try to better himself in anything except football, and let's see how far that will get him after graduation. All he does is steal the air that the rest of us should be breathing." She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "Hey! That's my boyfriend, you jerk! He might seem rough on the outside, but he's really a sweetheart." Luke shrugged indifferently, "He doesn't have to be an oxygen thief; he just chooses to be one. If you like him, maybe you can talk some sense into him. Man, this pizza really is good. Where's this place at?" Narrowing her eyebrows, she said, "It's down on Main Street, by the theatre. And don't change the subject, you. You couldn't take him if he was blindfolded and sitting in a canoe, so I'd watch what you say." Luke shook his head but had a grin on his face, "That was actually kind of funny. I didn't know you had a sense of humor." Kaylee started grinning, "Well, it's true. And don't think you're off the hook. I'm not done being mad at you." Luke looked into her eyes, "Right or wrong, I love how you defend him. I respect that. He might be an oxygen thief, but he's a lucky one." Once again, Kaylee was thrown off guard by Luke, "You say the strangest things, you know that, Luke Patton?" "I know. I have all my life, or so I've been told." "Ok, so what about you? Now that you're done insulting my boyfriend, tell me about your life so I can exchange the favor." Luke took a drink of his Coke. "Mine's simple, really. Outside of school, studying, reading, and computers, my main focus is my family." Kaylee pouted; she couldn't find an angle to get him back. Sure, there was the typical nerd stuff he did but he probably heard it all the time and knowing Luke, he probably didn't care. But when he mentioned family-- especially with all the issues she had with her own family -- it made it hard to find a chink in his armor. "We should get back to studying," Luke said. "Oh, no. You're not getting out of it that easily, after what you said about Bradley, _my boyfriend_," unknowingly emphasizing'my boyfriend'. Luke either didn't notice or didn't care, "Ok, I'll give you the cliff notes version. My dad's a fireman and my mom runs her own massage and spa business. My sister Faith is a freshman here. It seems strange, really. I remember playing with her when she was just a baby and now she's in high school. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" "Nope, I'm an only child," she said with slight discontent. Luke gave a sympathetic smile, "In some ways, you're lucky." All that was left in the box were a few crumbs, a couple pieces of crust, and an untouched jalapeño. After Kaylee tucked the box under the library table, Luke glared at her, "Oh lighten up," she told him. Luke blinked, not saying a word. With an over-exaggerated roll of the eyes, she said, "Fine, I'll take it out when we're done, if you have such a problem with me leaving it here and letting those librarians earn their paycheck. Let's get the next hour over with." After another hour of studying, half of the lights in the library were turned off. Kaylee set her pencil down and slouched back in her chair, "I'm glad that's over with. One more day closer to the weekend." Both Luke and Kaylee loaded up their respective books and binders. Luke grabbed the empty pizza box on the way out. He folded it up and threw it in the trashcan outside the building. As they walked to the parking lot, Kaylee was quiet. It was obvious Luke sensed something was off with her, "Are you ok, Kaylee?" "Yea, I'm fine," she said quietly as they walked towards her car. "Hey Luke," she said. "Yea?" "Do you want me to give you a ride home?" She couldn't believe she was asking him, but she felt like it was the least she could do for him. It was late and getting dark, so no one would see her giving him a ride anyway. "No thanks, it's ok," he said. "Besides, as nice as your car is I'd probably cramp up having to duck down the entire time." Kaylee didn't think he would pass up a chance to ride home with her; she was stunned. She wasn't sure what he meant about having to duck down. "What do you mean?" Luke shifted awkwardly, shrugging, "I'm sure you don't want to be seen with me, so I'd have to fold myself over like a pretzel, and I'm really not that flexible. That's ok though, I'm cool with it. It's just the way we are. Goodnight, Kaylee. Drive home safe, ok?" She was floored. She was also embarrassed, and wasn't sure what she should say. He said it so calmly, but somehow he looked uncomfortable. She stuttered, "N-no, I... Lu..." Luke had already walked off and didn't hear her. She wasn't sure whether to be mad at him for refusing her, or mad at herself. She was frustrated. She yanked open the car door, jumped in, and slammed it shut. Kaylee watched him walk away as he became nothing more than a distant shadow. She felt like sulking as the dome light slowly faded out, leaving her in the dark car in the middle of the empty parking lot. "Hmmph," she grumbled to no one in particular, turning the ignition. Just then, her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyway. "Hello?" "Kaylee, hi." For a moment, she was elated at hearing his voice. She wasn't sure why, though; she was puzzled at her own reaction. "Hey Luke, everything ok? Did you change your mind about the ride?" She still couldn't believe the words that had left her mouth, but it was like she kept pushing the subject despite his refusal, based on principle alone. After all, he rejected her and she didn't like being told 'no'. "No, but thank you anyway. I just wanted to tell you to look inside your bag, so it doesn't get lost. See you in school tomorrow," Luke said as he hung up the phone. "Lu..." she tried to say in vain before he hung up. "Ugh! That boy! No one has ever just left me or hung up on me, and he just did both in less than a minute," she growled out loud to no one in particular. Perplexed, Kaylee tucked away her iPhone and opened up her purse. "Luke," she said with a frustrated tone. Inside her bag was a twenty dollar bill -- the same one he tried to give her earlier for the pizza. "Why don't you ever listen?" She sighed, unaware of the smile creeping up on her face. \--- "I can't believe you sat through three entire sessions with Loser Luke," Cindy said, carelessly stuffing her books in her locker. "Oh my gosh, Audrey! You told Cindy?" Kaylee couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure if she was more shocked, or more upset. "Don't worry, she's the only one I told. She won't tell anyone. And she does have a point; we're just trying to offer our... condolences," Audrey giggled. "That must have been rough," Cindy said with a cynical smile. "At least you didn't shoot yourself. I would have thought we'd hear about your suicide on Facebook." Kaylee bit her lip; if they only knew the truth. She'd studied with Luke at least ten times as often as she led them to believe. "I thought about it," she said, forcing out her words. "Yea, I mean, it was either that, or grab a gun and go on a rampage." Audrey laughed, "Nice try. We both know you've been enjoying your time with him. Did he make it to third base yet or is he stuck on second?" "Will you stop saying that," Kaylee scolded her, "It's been miserable. He's so pathetic. You don't know how difficult it's been, being around Loser Luke." A devious, intrigued facial expression popped up on Cindy. Wide-eyed, Audrey froze. Kaylee didn't seem to notice. She continued, "I just can't wait to get midterms over. Putting up with that nerd has been a nightmare. He's such a loser; he just doesn't get it. The world would be better off without him." "Hey, Kaylee," Luke said from behind her. The blood drained out of her face. Of all the voices in the crowed hall, his was the last one she expected. Audrey giggled initially, but it seemed to be out of sheer nervousness; Cindy's laugh was one of pure enjoyment. Kaylee wasn't laughing. She turned around slowly. Her jaw dropped; she couldn't believe he was standing right there. She prayed by some miracle that Luke didn't hear her stinging words, holding out a glimmer of hope. Kaylee desperately mouthed at Luke so her friends wouldn't see, "Luke, not now, please go away," but he didn't notice; he was looking for something in his backpack instead. She couldn't tell for sure since his head was down, but his eyes looked red. Luke continued digging and matter-of-factly said, "I think we accidentally swapped math books last night. I only noticed because mine has a bunch of notes written in it, and the one I opened last night didn't have any of my writing, so I can only assume it was yours. It makes the most logical sense if you think about it..." Luke kept rambling about the stupid math book, but never made eye contact with Kaylee. When he held her math book out she could tell by the dampness and the puffy rings around his eyes that he wasn't doing so well. Audrey gave Kaylee a look of surprise -- Kaylee didn't tell either of the girls that she was still studying with Luke, let alone the night before. Cindy flat out laughed but to Kaylee, it sounded something more like a cackle. Luke locked eyes with Kaylee. Despite his mundane words, his eyes were crying out in pain, as if to ask, "why, Kaylee?" even though he never acknowledge what she had said with words of his own. He heard her... he heard every cruel word she'd said about him. There was no mistaking it. And as Kaylee spit out her venomous words with her back to Luke, he simply sat there and took it for as long as he could. As if that wasn't bad enough, he just kept talking as if she never said those hurtful words, as if he could ignore every cruel word she spit out. "Luke," she said. "What you heard. I mean...I didn't..." Kaylee tried to address what she said, making her best attempts at damage control. She wanted to explain what she said to Luke, but her words backfired; they only served to bring to light the cruelty she hammered Luke with. He couldn't pretend that he didn't hear her painful words any longer. "Here, just take it," he choked out, shoving his math book towards Kaylee, his emotions rapidly slipping out of his control. Kaylee, with all of her focus on Luke, made a feeble attempt to grab it but the book slipped out of her hands and fell on the floor. Luke didn't even wait to get his own book back; he turned and quickly walked off. "Oh shit, Kaylee! You made him cry," Audrey said. She wasn't smiling any longer; in fact, she was genuinely upset and bothered. "That went well," Cindy said sarcastically. "Swapped math books last night, huh," she scoffed. "Whatever. Bet you swapped more than that." Cindy shook her head and walked off. "W-wait, no, it..." Kaylee stuttered, trying to explain to Cindy, but giving up shortly. "Kaylee," Audrey said quietly, "It's not Cindy you should be chasing after." Kaylee turned to Audrey, unable to hold herself together. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, "Oh Audrey, I fucked up. I can't believe I did that. I, I..." Kaylee sniffed. Audrey knew Kaylee was remorseful, but she wasn't expecting tears from her best friend. Concerned, she asked, "Honey, are you..." She didn't finish her words, but she didn't have to. Kaylee knew exactly what Audrey was going to say; "Are you sweet on Luke," or, "Are you falling for Luke?" Of course she wasn't! That was just ridiculous. But, she wasn't a beast. So why did she feel like one? She had called people worse things before, and even to their face. But this was different. It was tearing her up. She wasn't exactly sure how, but somehow this was much different. She felt like a monster. The guilt was overwhelming; never before had she wanted to go back in time and erase a mistake as much as she did at that moment. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings; she really didn't. Maybe it was because of the look on his face, seeing the way she devastated him. She could tell by that look in his eyes. It absolutely crushed her. What she said to him, knowing she couldn't take it back..., it was a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. "I... I'll be right back." Kaylee took off down the halls, wiping her face and ducking through the crowds, hoping she could find Luke before it was too late. By the time she rounded the same corner he turned down only moments earlier, Luke was gone. He had vanished into a sea of faces. Kaylee quickly ducked into the girl's restroom, getting out of the crowded locker hall as soon as she could. Once inside, she broke down and cried even harder. _(An author's note. As you all know, this is a work of pure fantasy, imagination, and how I'd want something to feel- although it may not actually feel that way in real life. I don't have experience with some of the things written, they are purely fiction. If you dislike anal-related things,medical fetishes, or dominant and submissive relationships, I suggest you stop now.)_ Summary- Mariah's backdoor gets an awakening by her sexy boyfriend... It'd been a year since Dean and I got together. Our anniversary was tonight and I was so excited and pumped up with anticipation. He said he "had a surprise" for me tonight. I still couldn't believe he was with me. Deep tan skin, dancing hazel, amber eyes, playful sexy grin and gorgeous body with a torso to drool over. High cheekbones, deep, deep brown, almost black wavy hair cut short but not to short. He was a wet dream come true. Ever so slightly there dimple on the right side of his face completed the package. To top it all of, he wasn't just a good looking guy with no good looking brains. He was studying to be a doctor. A freaking doctor. I pretty much won the lottery when he asked me out. Now me, I don't have low self esteem. I wouldn't call myself a plane Jane, but I wasn't exactly a stunning Angelina Jolie or anything. Curly black brown a bit past shoulder length hair. Somewhere between bra strap and waist length. I dyed it an almost purple dark burgundy red that faded into ombre vibrant multi faceted black cherry red ends, to keep my style funky and stand offish. I always made sure my hair clashed with my skin color, I felt it made me stand out, it made me more individual. Dean said he loved that about me. My skin wasn't a deep tan like his- it's a light, barely there tan. His skin would be described as caramel, a darker olive complexion. Mine would be described as close to olive, but still medium. Deep, coffee black eyes with lighter brown flecks, sure they were pretty but not exactly one of a kind. I was interrupted out of my musing and self examination as my phone gave a shrill ring. Startled I jumped then grinned happily as I realized it was Dean. My voice was breathy as I answered. "H-hello?" My knees weakened slightly as I heard his voice. "Hey, baby girl?" "Y-yes?" "Are you ready for your surprise?" I widened my eyes, wondering exactly what this surprise would entail. "I'm almost home." He said right after that. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready," I tried to say casually. He let out a chuckle. "Alright, baby, I'll see you soon." Hurrying to freshen up, I decided it was too late to shower. It didn't matter, I had had one this morning and I wasn't really active all day. Deciding to just try and get dressed as sexy as possible, I scampered around my drawers and found my silkiest,most see through panties and bra set. Just as I stepped into them, I heard the front door slam shut and hastily went to put on the rest of my clothes. My door was open and all of a sudden Dean was in the doorway. He looked me up and down, and grinned as I blushed profusely, even after all the time together, and attempted to get dressed. He smiled sweetly at me. "You look beautiful." With an addition afterwords, he said, "Also, you won't be needing the clothes for what I had in mind." He let out a seemingly more mischievous smirk and I blushed. He stalked closer, looking like predator capturing his prey, closer and closer. I backed up and hit the wall with an oomph. Slowly, he raised his arms and caged me in, leaning forward and tilting an eyebrow. Self consciously I crossed my arms over my chest, I wasn't one for exhibition. He frowned slightly. "Bunny, why do you do that? You're so beautiful and I want to see you, all of you, and you just hide yourself from me. I love the fact that you're timid but I want you to be confident, to love your body..." He trailed off, looking at me intensely. Slowly, I lowered my arms and he gave me a genuine smile. "Good girl." He leaned forward and pecked me on the lips. "Now, I had an idea for today... all day. It's our anniversary, and I want you to have as much pleasure as possible, baby, I want you to orgasm so many times you're crying in over stimulation and then five more times again." I was both embarrassed and aroused by his crude language and shifted slightly as I felt heated down there. Silently I bit my lip and he walked out of the room, bringing a nondescript black bag with him. Untying it, he pulled something out. "Close your eyes baby, and turn around." I was hesitant, but I trusted him. "Now, go to the bed." Walking in small shuffling steps so as not to trip, I sat gently on it. "Raise your arms to touch the headboard..." I stretched my arms up and felt something fuzzy click, and then my arms were in place. My eyes widened and I wiggled a bit as Dean advanced... preparing myself for the worst. |
_Note: This autobiographical story contains a lot of hot, sexual texting. I have decided, in the interest of readability, to clean up the text, rather to leave it as it was written. I have not changed the meaning or the passion in any way._ For as long as I can remember I've been drawn to young attractive women with confidence, curiosity, and initiative. Women that knew what they wanted and were determined to get it. The frustration was that I had a crush on almost every woman I ever supervised, mentored... would often wonder what it would be like to transfer my passion for their personal success to a physical relationship where the passion I felt for them knew no bounds. Recently I discovered a popular fetish called Daddy/little girl. While there are many styles of "Daddy"... the one that appealed to me the most was called Gentle Daddy. This Daddy's focus is his little girl, her protection, her training, her future; essentially her success and happiness in life. This was also my goal for every young woman that I mentored throughout my life. So, the Daddy role came natural to me. There was, of course, that added advantage that the way the little girl thanks her Daddy is to meet all of his needs in the best way she can; it is important to state that she is not meeting these needs out of a sense of obligation, she is meeting them because she "loves" her Daddy and wants to please him in every way possible. So, once I discovered this new type of relationship, the question was, "How do I find my little girl?" I knew of one possible source, fetlife, the community where I discovered the Daddy/little girl relationship. In addition, I decided to add a post to Craig's List. **Do You Need a Daddy?** You are a little girl (25-55, HWP, DDF, attractive, of any race) who wants a Daddy in her life, A Daddy who is older (6' 2", 190, DDF, white and very handsome)... A Daddy who will believe in her, Who will help her become all that she can become.... A Daddy to be her teacher and mentor. As she makes her way in the world, Daddy will be there to answer her questions, calm her fears, make her insecurities go away, and give her sound advice based on Daddy's years of experience. Sexually, Daddy will take her to places she's never been, never experienced. Daddy will never tire of giving her the ultimate in pleasure and she will reciprocate. If this interests you, put "Let's Talk, Daddy" in the Subject Line of your response. I had forgotten to mention that I was married. Sam responded and stated that it seemed that I was just what she was looking for, a wonderful "older" man who would be there for her; meet all of her needs, while she met mine. She included a picture of an attractive Hispanic woman with dark hair and dark eyes, who appeared to be in her late 30s or early 40s. I replied that I'd love to meet her, but that I had forgotten to mention in the post that I was married. I hoped that wouldn't be a problem for her. Sam answered back that it did. That she had promised herself that she would never be involved with a married man. With that, she wrote a sad goodbye. I gave her my phone number and told her to text me if she changed her mind. A week later, I received a text that she had reconsidered and was willing to give it a try.... "If you have not found anyone. I texted back that I hadn't and would love to get to know her better. I reminded her about the Daddy/little girl thing and she said she'd been drawn to that idea, that she'd love to call me Daddy and that it was exciting to be my sweet baby girl. At this point, we began to text furiously, with each text getting hotter and hotter. _Daddy - wish I could be in bed with you right now so you could play with my pussy. Daddy, tell me what you want from me and what you want me to do to you that would please you._ Daddy would love to be in bed with you sweet baby. Cuddled up real close, skin-on-skin, your leg wrapped around mine, your pussy grinding into my thigh, you hand lightly stroking Silly ( that's my name for my cock, baby), your head on my chest. We've just finished passionate love making... You climaxed three times... And you drift off to dreamland and sweet, sweet dreams of me pleasuring you. _Ahhhh Daddy.... I can hardly wait for you to fuck me and suck on my sweet, pretty breasts and finger me and eat... suck my pussy out._ _Daddy you turn your little girl on so easily you make me feel so much pleasure and you make me cum multiple times. My pussy is so wet for you daddy. Xxx ahhh... my pussy can hardly wait for you to penetrate my teenage pussy that you are the first to get to fuck me daddy because you're my only real daddy...._ _I know my pussy belongs to your rock hard cock going in and out of my very wet pussy, daddy. Ahhhh... Daddy!_ Daddy loves you to tell me what you want me to do to you, my sweet little baby; my sexy little teenager. I love hearing that you want Silly to go in and out if your sweet pussy that you can't wait for me to lick kiss, and suck your beautiful breasts. _Yes daddy I love for you to suck and lick and kiss my pussy and feel my hot breasts._ _What does Daddy love?_ Daddy has a clothes fetish, baby. Daddy wants to see you all dressed up; in shorts; jeans; tank tops; blouses; skirts... Thigh high stockings, knee highs, AND SILKY PANTIES AND SILKY BRA.., for Daddy you will always wear panties and a bra. _I want Silly to be anxious to go into my sweet Mexican wet pussy, Daddy!_ Daddy loves: Oral... To eat your sweet pussy. Sit on my face, 69, and then to roll you over and I fuck you until you scream in pleasure To kiss my neck while you are on top with Silly deep inside of you moving slowly in and out; to play with your tits, squeezing them while you are riding Silly with total abandonment _I love to do those things to my Daddy because he loves to fuck me and he knows how to make me groan with pleasure._ I promise... Sweet baby, that Daddy will take you to levels of sexual pleasure that you never knew existed. _Only he can make me so wet because he knows what to do to me to make me cum and cum ohhh Daddy fuck me soon!_ Because what Daddy wants most is for you to scream with pleasure and to beg Daddy to take you there again and again. _OKAY - I WILL DADDY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO LET YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME WANT TO CUM AND CUM_ Yes baby... When you think of your Daddy... You will always get horny and want me to fuck you... you will want to suck on silly and make Daddy happy. _Yes Daddy, I have to work now but thinking about how you are going to fuck your little girl so she won't want anyone else to fuck her but you._ _My pussy only wants you to fuck me daddy._ Yes sweet baby... you make your daddy very happy _Daddy, please suck my breasts long & hard!_ Oh baby... Yesssss mmmmmm...While you're riding Silly I will suck your breasts long and hard. Later, after she was finished working, we were able to arrange to have dinner together the next Tuesday night. We planned to meet at a nice, reasonably priced, eating place on the North side of town. I, according to habit, arrived about a half hour early and waited for her on the outside patio. Although we had never met before, we did have each other's pictures and I easily recognized her as she walked to the restaurant from the parking lot. I was delighted to see that Sam's body type was very acceptable. She was about 5'6" and looked to weigh about 115, with dark brown hair and eyes; I judged she was in her early 40s. I found her to be very attractive. As I approached her, she noticed me and, with my body language encouragement, gave me a very tentative hug. We went into the restaurant, we're guided to our seats, and began the process of having dinner. During dinner we spent most of the time getting to know each other, but... to my disappointment... she showed none of the passion I had experienced in her chats. At one point, she said, "After reading about your Daddy/little girl needs, I was afraid I would be too old for you." "What makes you say that? You're a good 20 years younger than me and that's perfect for Daddy/little girl." "How old to you think I am?" "Well, I'd say as young as 38, no older than 45." "I'm 55." "You're how old?" "55" "Wow... you sure don't look a day over 40... regardless, for me you'd make a perfect little girl. And, I would take good care of you, be there for you as much as I could, be the best Daddy for you." She replied, "That all sounds so very good, but, you know, because I mentioned this earlier, that I'm very uncomfortable with the idea of having a relationship with a married man. I'm really not sure I can do this." "I can understand that you might have a problem. You know, Sam, the decision is yours. I find you to be very attractive and I would love to be with you.... But, I'd only be comfortable if you wanted to be... were comfortable being with me." "I don't know... I'm going to have to think about this." We finished our dinner and then I walked her to her car, where she gave me that same tentative hug that she'd given me earlier. I watched her drive away and said goodbye to her in my mind... I was sure that I would never hear from her again. Two days later, I received a text from her stating that she thought she wanted to give it a try. That she found me to be very good looking and thought our love making would be very sensual. We discussed a time to get together and it looked like we'd have to wait till the next Tuesday night... my normal night out to partake of my hobby, karaoke singing. Then my wife mentioned that she would be gone all day on Saturday celebrating the birthday of a good friend. I texted Sam back, told her Saturday had opened up and asked her if she was free. She said she was and couldn't wait to be with me. On Saturday, I picked her up and she asked if we could pick up some prescriptions that were ready for her. I told her I'd be glad to help out in that way. Then I asked how she was feeling... because the passion that I'd hoped for still wasn't there. She was glad to hold my hand as we drove, but she was focused on how wrong it was to have a relationship with a married man.... She was not calling me Daddy and I was not comfortable calling her my sweet baby girl. As the conversation progressed, she agreed to my renting a room at a motel and giving it a chance... "Let's see what happens." I gave her hand a squeeze. I found a nice clean and neat motel and we entered the room... both of us a bit tentative. I shut the door, and reached out to her, she turned to meet me... then she was in my arms and we were kissing with all the passion that I had sensed from her texts; our mouths wide open, tongues thrusting, caressing, playing with each other's tongue. I hugged her tight and said, "Whose your Daddy? "You're my Daddy! She whispered passionately in my ear. Daddy I want you to fuck me... please Daddy!" We quickly stripped out of our clothes, I glanced at the clock and it was almost 2. She laid down on the bed and I laid next to her. I fondled her breast and kissed her again. Earlier she'd told me that we might need some lub... so I had bought some.... But, now as I kissed her, fondled her breast and then moved to caress her pussy, I found she was dripping with pussy juices. I put my finger inside, she moaned, as it slipped in easily... I said, "I don't think we needed the lub." She smiled and kissed me even harder than before. At this point... moving from moment to moment purely on instinct... I knew that I had to taste those sweet pussy juices, so I got off the bed, stood up, and spread her legs wide so I could see that beautiful Hispanic pussy in all its glory. Then I dove in and buried my face as deep as I could, tasting those sweet juices, licking and sucking those pussy lips with even more passion than I had kissed her before. Then I put a finger inside of her searching for the special place... that place that's a bit rough... finding it and stroking it while I continued to suck and lick and kiss her sweet pussy. She moaned and moaned again. Then I heard her whisper... "Daddy, please fuck me... Daddy fuck me now... Please Daddy, I want to feel Silly deep inside of me." I moved up and gave her a big wet kiss, sharing her pussy juice with her. She licked and sucked my mouth wanting to taste what I'd been tasting. As I moved up, Silly of his own accord found his way into her pussy, as I thrusted forward Sam moaned loudly pulled me tightly against her and kissed me as deep, as hard, and as passionate as I'm sure is possible. As I moved in and out she kept whispering, "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me real good. Oh Daddy, you fuck me so good. I promise Daddy, I won't let any of the boys at school fuck me... I only want to be fucked by my Daaaaaaaddy!" Then she screamed and wrapped her legs around me and pulled me tight against her. I waited until she went limp. And then I began to fuck her some more. She moaned and whispered, "Oh Daddy, you fuck me so good... always fuck me Daddy." We kept at it, as I would push in and then pull out again, she'd grab my head and kiss me as hard as I've ever been kissed. I marveled that my lips weren't black and blue the next day. I don't know how long we fucked, but it seemed like it was forever. At one point she asked me to put my legs on the outside of hers then we rocked forward and backward while she locked her legs holding my cock tight within her. Shortly after that I rolled off of her... my energy spent for the moment. She cuddled next to me, threw her leg over mine and told me how much she loved her Daddy and how good her Daddy made her feel. Then she asked me, "What can I do to make Daddy feel real good?" "Baby, Daddy does feel real good, Daddy loves to fuck you.... But, you could grab the lub, put a bit on Silly and stroke him while to lie next to me and hug me tight. Baby, your Daddy loves long, wet kisses and tight hugs. Baby grabbed the lub put some on Silly and then stroked him while she hugged me tight, skin-on-skin, her breasts against the side of my chest. It didn't take even a minute before Silly was standing up straight again and baby didn't hesitate, she immediately straddled me, slid Silly into her very wet pussy and began fucking me. I grabbed her breasts and massaged them, she began kissing me... that same hard, passionate kiss that told me she loved what we were doing, loved what it felt like to be fucking me. Her movements were slow and deliberate moving back and forth, I could feel Silly slide in and out of her as I laid there not moving at all just feeling how it felt to have her in charge, fucking me, wanting to fuck me. Then she whispered, "Fuck me Daddy." And I moved my legs up to gain some support and I began to thrust my cock into her, pull it out, and then thrust it back in again, over and over. I whispered, "Kiss my neck, Baby... I love it when my neck is kissed." And she obliged, kissing, licking and sucking my neck, while she moaned deeply with every thrust of my cock. Then I felt her cunt tighten and she let out a little scream, a shiver went through her body and then she collapsed on me, her mouth on my mouth, kissing me deeply, as her climax ended. Sam rolled off of me, and laid on her back breathing deeply... I hugged her tightly began sucking her breast and playing softly with her pussy. She hugged me back and then climbed back on me, slipped Silly in and began to fuck me slowly, taking her time. She whispered, "Hold me tight Daddy." So I put my arms around her and hugged tightly with Silly inside as she slowly rocked back and forth. I am not sure how long we stayed like that. But, at one point she said, "Do you want your little girl to sit on your face Daddy?" "Yes, baby, I want that very much." She straddled me facing my feet and settled down on my face. I was devouring her pussy once again... and I mean devouring it as she made sure that she was pushing it hard against my mouth and face. All the while she was stroking my cock. I put my finger inside again searching for that special place. When I found it she moaned and settled down even more. After a bit, I said, "Baby, let me show you another way you can sit on my face." And I had her turn around so that she was facing the wall and again she settled her pussy down, but this time I could see her... her beautiful breasts and her face filled with passion. I reached up and played with her breasts and she threw her head back and reveled in the feelings that my mouth, tongue, and lips were causing in her pussy. Then she looked down at me and smiled, I smiled back and said, "I want you to remember forever this moment in time. This moment when you're sitting on my face and I'm looking up at you." "I will Daddy, I will remember it forever.... Daddy, will you fuck again? Daddy, please fuck me." "Okay Baby." And she moved off of me and laid on her back with her legs spread wide. I entered her and began fucking her again... relishing the passion that she was expressing... the joy and pleasure she felt with me on top of her, thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy. We kissed, we moaned, we hugged, we were one, as close as two people could ever be... lost in the feelings that we were sharing. Finally, I rolled off of her again... my energy spent. She snuggled up to me and began stroking my cock. Silly seemed to say, "You may have spent your energy, but I've got plenty left." He stood up straight and Sam straddled me again and began fucking me. I said, "Baby, whenever I get tired, you should just stroke Silly, he will quickly rise to the occasion and you can then climb on him and fuck him as long as you like." "I will Daddy, whenever I want to fuck Silly, I will stroke him and he will let me know that I can fuck him again. I love to fuck Silly, Daddy." After awhile she rolled off and I had her attain the spoon position, instead of cuddling. It seemed she'd never done that before, but she caught on very quickly and soon I was fucking her from behind and she was telling me how great it felt. We stayed like that for a long time, experiencing the feelings of Silly inside of her, me kissing her neck with passion and my hands playing with her breasts. By now, we were both getting a little tired and I wondered what time it was. "No Daddy, don't leave me Daddy... please Daddy keep fucking me. You are the best Daddy in the world, nobody fucks me like my Daddy." "But baby, it's getting late and I thought you had something going tonight." "No Daddy, I don't want to leave you." "Let's just see what time it is Baby." And, I grabbed my iPhone and checked... it was 10 after 5... we'd been fucking nonstop for over three hours.... that hadn't happened for over a decade... "Baby, it's after five, I think we both need to get going." "Okay Daddy." She sadly responded. It was hard leaving each other... I drove her back to her car, the whole way she was quiet, not talking; she seemed to be thinking furiously. Arriving at her car we did another tentative hug, and I was reminded of the night we had dinner... and she was gone. Whatever lay ahead, I'd just experienced one of the best afternoons of my life. The next morning, on a hope and a prayer, I texted her." Good morning! My Sweet Baby, I miss you. Then, my prayers were answered. _Thank you for yesterday Daddy. You helped your little girl feel so good Daddy. I think you could tell how much I need you. I can't wait to see you Daddy Tuesday night so you can do those things to me again. I hope you're saving yourself to take care of your baby?_ _I want to sit on your face daddy and let you make me cum like that. I need you to fuck me good Daddy because I need you to fuck me like that so I know you really care about me. You are the only one who can make me feel so good. Daddy xxooxx_ Thank you Baby. It was the most wonderful afternoon of my life . _Oh Daddy - suck my titties hard while you finger fuck me at the same time. I would very much like you to tie me up Daddy. I have a desire to make you so happy Daddy because no one can fuck me like you Daddy. I like Silly!..._ I can't wait till Tuesday either Baby... We make each other feel so good. Silly loves you baby, loves the way he feels slipping in and out of your... so wet pussy. _... going in and out of me Daddy. That tells me you really care about me Daddy. Thank you Daddy._ I want to show you how much I love you Baby, by fucking you again and again. I have the best little girl in the world. _Yes - just the thought of Silly going in and out of me Daddy because you are my one and only Daddy._ The best Daddy for my little girl, the best little girl for Daddy _Makes me wet because I finally have a Daddy that fucks me like you do!_ Yes baby. I love it when you sit on my face and I played hard with your tits. _Yes Daddy. I need you to fuck me again and again._ Then you'd get so hot you'd beg me to fuck you again. _Yes daddy I like that too_ I'm so hard right now, baby. I loved it when you'd hug me tight, kiss me hard, while Silly slipped in and out of you sweet pussy _Because Daddy you make your little girl cum because you want to fuck me to make me feel good and..._ The only thing I want to do in the whole world is fuck you baby _That's how you take care of me Daddy._ By wanting so much to fuck you and fuck you more? Is that what my sweet baby needs; a Daddy that wants nothing more than to fuck her? _I am so horny for you to fuck me Daddy I can't wait to see you take your clothes off because you want to fuck me... take care of me like that Daddy._ Baby... If I could change it to Monday night... Could you make it? _Yes daddy. All I want is for you fuck me Daddy._ I will let you know later whether it will be Monday or Tuesday _Yes Daddy. I am your baby girl and your baby girl needs her Daddy to fuck her all the time._ _Daddy - I love the way you take care of me in bed!_ I can't wait to fuck you again I love fingering your sweet pussy while I hard suck your breast. Play with your nipple with my tongue; while I push a finger deep inside of your pussy and play with your clit. I love the way your gentle with me Daddy and you don't hurt me Daddy. You just want to make your little girl feel good and that's why... I will never hurt you Baby... Only monsters hurt their baby girls, I will always pleasure you in just the ways you long to be pleasured _... I love to let my Daddy do anything he wants to me because he makes me cum & cum..._ Yes Baby, When we meet again we will do more doggy fucking and more spooning every way we can fuck and fuck and fuck. _Ohhh Daddy... You take such good care of me Daddy because of what you do to me while we are in bed. Daddy fuck me again soon. Daddy that's why I love you because you pleasure me and I don't have to go anywhere else for someone else to fuck me... who might hurt me._ Then, when I get a little soft, baby will stroke her Daddy, get Silly hard again and then climb on top of her Daddy, and slip Silly into her sweet pussy. _My daddy loves me because he fucks me and makes me feel so loved by him._ Yes baby, you never have to be hurt again... Yes baby... I do love my little baby girl. _Yes Daddy if you go soft I am going to stroke you till you get hard and then get on top of my Daddy because I know that pleases you._ I have to go out this afternoon baby... Maybe we can chat later. I will miss you. Think of me. I will be thinking of you. My favorite baby is when you climb on top and slip Silly inside of you. _Daddy I love and miss you, touching and kissing you._ Bye for now baby, Long wet kisses and tight hugs for my Baby _Bye for now my Daddy. Your baby girl loves your and has such special feelings for you because you take care of me like I was your daughter._ _I'm so glad you wanted to be my Daddy. I needed a Daddy like you who just wants to pleasure me. It makes me want to please my Daddy. It's so easy for me to want to go to bed with my Daddy because he can make me feel so good & he fucks me like I'm his little girl who he cares about. I love my Daddy._ _Daddy - I want to get naked first and I want you to say, "So is my baby ready for Daddy to fuck her."_ And you will hear me say, "Oh yes Daddy - your baby girl is ready for you to take care of me and fuck me and make me feel good." I want to make my daddy feel so good because he cares for me and takes care of me. I love to kiss you, Daddy. Kiss your neck because you never stop touching your baby girl and making her wet with desire just for you :-) _Daddy - I'm so glad you wanted me to be your little girl. I felt so safe with my breasts in your warm hands Daddy and when your spooned me... that felt so good._ _The way you finger me makes me wet for you Daddy. Oh Daddy I hope you will take me to bed soon Daddy. My pussy, Daddy, is wet for you. Thank you so much daddy._ _Daddy I want to be your only baby girl that you fuck. You make me feel so good Daddy. I need my Daddy to fuck me good and take care of me by making me feel so good because you love to fuck me because your baby girl..._ Driving baby _... is always wet just for you my daddy because you love to fuck your little girl because it makes me... makes me, Daddy, feel so good the way you want to fuck me all the time. That is why... I will always spread my legs for you daddy. Because what you do to me in bed you know how to make me wet and cum and it makes me feel like you really do care for me Daddy._ _Next time I want you to ask me to spread my legs, so daddy can fuck your baby._ _Say that too me daddy. And your obedient little girl will open her legs and reach out her arms to you._ Baby you make me so hot for you!!! Spread your legs so I can fuck you baby. Baby I can't wait to fuck you... I changed it to tomorrow night baby Monday night I will want you to spread your legs for me baby. I have to go now baby. _Yes Daddy. I love when you tell me that Daddy and I always will for you Daddy._ I will be thinking of my sweet baby and how much we love to please each other _... is anxious to see you and to let you fuck me._ _Okay my sweet caring daddy. Your little girl_ _Daddy I hope you stay hard for me your baby girl and fuck me the whole time we are together Daddy tomorrow night, Daddy. You made me so horny for you. I'm so glad you are going to fuck me tomorrow night Daddy. You make my body feel so good Daddy. I will let you do anything you want to me Daddy because you know how to keep my pussy wet._ _Ohh Daddy.... I can't wait to feel you fucking me and feeling me, your little girl. Kissing me your little baby girl, because you know how to turn me on and you fuck me good. I'm the luckiest teenager at school because my Daddy fucks me and takes care of me in bed._ _Thank you daddy for fucking me. It makes me feel like your my daddy who is taking care of my needs so no one else can fuck me because I belong and my pussy belongs to my Daddy._ Bye, baby. Two hours later, I received the following text from Sam: _Jon, I knew we were doing a very wrong thing. I have talked to a man of God and he has told me that I must stop seeing you immediately and that you should not text me ever again._ I was devastated. I thought I'd found my little girl, I thought the passionate love we made together convinced her that our relationship was a good one... one that would be good for both of us. Down deep in my heart I still want to believe that she will change her mind and tell me that she is committed to being my little girl, committed to us and what we could mean for each other. I still hold out the hope that I will wake up one morning and there will be a text from Sam telling me that she wants to be my little girl; wants us to be together whenever and however possible. But... as each day goes by, the hope that Sam will come back to me is fading... |
**Anna Gets rear Ended** A _nna first shows up in a humorous story called Anna Joins a Dating Service. This story can stand on its own, however._ Anna is a beautiful buxom divorced woman who lives in Cupertino. This places her in the heart of Silicon Valley, an hour’s drive from San Francisco. Since she recently divorced her always travelling husband for ‘abandonment’, she is now in the market for a new man. The reason is simple: she is in her early 30’s, and as horny as hell. Her marriage was arranged by her parents in India, so she lacks the social skills needed to interface with most men -- she can’t dance, has never been to a drive-in, and doesn’t hang out at bars. Or if you prefer, she doesn’t understand the Friday night ‘date night’ concept. This is where presumably engaged women, along with their single girlfriends converge in hotel lounges or disco joints, ostensibly for a drink, but really to find someone to shack up with for the night. Notice, wives are not mentioned, as they should be at home caring for their kids, or maybe trying to revive their husband’s interest in fucking again. Not being able to dance is a problem with most men. Most men would rather keep a low profile, lurking in a dark corner, but always on the alert for new ‘talent’. If a woman is truly breathtaking he will ask her to dance. This means holding her close enough to stick his tongue in her ear, and firmly grabbing both her ass cheeks. This works best if both he and his partner have had a few drinks. Lacking these social skills, Anna is rather naive about men. This lack of intercourse has led her to consider joining a dating service. One thing can be said about dating services, that is, you don’t typically go out with prison inmates. Why? Inmates are locked up, that’s why. Their social mobility is limited. Otherwise, you are exposed to men of all types, both gentlemen (who tend to be boring) and aggressive types, commonly known as gang bangers, rapists, and privileged. It’s best to hire a body guard if your budget allows it. She joined Miracle Match (MM), a walk-in dating service. It was like renting a car. It’s not a web site. It has a physical presence in Silicon Valley. Andy was the CEO of MM, so it was Andy’s responsibility to show her around, introduce her to the right people. Andy went to high school with Francis, who teaches ballroom dancing. So it’s natural that Andy should funnel his applicants to Francis. People need to learn how to dance. Larry was MM’s photographer. Larry’s job was to retouch photos so people would have some appeal to the opposite sex. Sometimes the same sex. Anna received a call from Larry, the compulsive photographer from Miracle Match. Larry has uncontrollable seizures when he sees a woman with big boobs. For a photographer, this is not good because first, it scares the shit out of the woman, and second Larry’s being spastic makes MM look bad. Ever since he first met Anna, he’s been trying to set up a time for a photo shoot. He needed, as a minimum, a good head shot (photo) for her dating profile. Larry’s idea of a good head shot would be an upper body shot with her wearing a flimsy transparent kimono robe. It’s impossible to predict the types of men, and women this would attract. For as a certainty, you’ll get your assortment of fetishists and perverts. I doubt Anna will be getting mail from the corporate staff of Facebook. Or Google. But, in Silicon Valley, one never knows. In Silicon Valley lots of people appear to be rich. Usually you don’t get to be rich by being honest. I remember driving through an upscale neighbor with a real estate agent. I was in the market for a new home. The homes we were looking at were beautiful Tudor homes, and French chateaus. My agent, in pointing out these homes, told me mostly drug dealers and gangsters lived there. Or maybe in the Bahamas. But you get the point. It’s different in Silicon Valley; the average salary for an H1B worker is $98K. I was considering buying a small 3 BR home for $5 million in Los Altos. On a quarter acre plot. My agent told me to buy the house for the land, and tear down the house. Being divorced, Anna lived in Cupertino, which is in Silicon Valley. She owns a 4,500 sq. ft. home, living alone since she divorced her husband. Her home is on the edge of a cliff, so she doesn’t entertain as much as she used to. She doesn’t want to be responsible for someone falling 300 feet into a ravine because he had too much to drink. Andy intuitively knew he ought to call Francis. Francis is a ballroom dance instructor, usually teaching only adults. Francis was the gateway to society in Northern California. Society in NorCal is not like society on Long Island, or Westchester County. First you need to have a Twitter account. It goes without saying you need an iPhone too. If you really don’t have much of a life, you also have a Facebook account. Social media usually reduces your level of human interaction to almost zero, especially if you are planning to have sex with someone besides yourself. In Cambridge, Massachusetts I hung out at the Harvard Boat Club. That’s where I met my ex wife. Now that I’m in Silicon Valley I work with Francis, who has a good sized studio. On Francis’ staff we also have Teresa, a lesbian; and Luke, whose primary job is to fuck women. Luke is out of place in Silicon Valley because he’s as dumb as a doorknob. But the size of his cock makes up for it. Most of Francis’ students are couples planning to get married. Francis has a few singles, mostly men. When Anna came to the studio she was immediately popular with everyone. Especially the professional men taking lessons. Whether she would be as popular if she were a flat chested, unattractive woman is anybody’s guess. Francis gave Anna her first lesson -- a trial lesson, usually free of charge. He introduced her to the popular dances, like Fox Trot, Waltz, Tango, and also salsa and cha-cha. Dancing tango with Anna was to die for. She attended her first studio party on a Friday. After the first dance she was nowhere to be found. Teresa was sent out to the parking lot to look for her, and discovered Anna underneath a man’s body behind a shrub. It appeared his pants were down around his knees, Anna being spread eagle beneath him. Francis did not want Anna get the reputation of being an easy lay. So Teresa disentangled the couple, who protested vigorously, and brought Anna, a bit ruffled, back into the studio. Let me introduce you to Anna’s sensual side. By all outward appearances, she was a pleasant, intelligent woman. Inwardly, Anna would make Mother Teresa look like a whore. She would sit on her patio, overlooking the scenic valley beneath her home, rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefingers, and drinking wine. Her nipples were very sensitive so she often climaxed. Unless her phone rang, usually her mother calling from India. Out on the patio, she sat wearing only a flimsy robe, mostly to protect herself against mosquitos. She was naked under the robe. She imagined a guy kneeling between her legs, his face buried in her bush. She was thinking about the men who were going to contact her. She’d already received two emails, both from handsome men. One guy looked like Brad Pitt and the other like Tom Cruise. It was impossible that these two Hollywood stalwarts would contact her, so she astutely assumed both men submitted photos copied off the Internet. She did not bother to respond. When Anna was initially interviewed by Andy, she was asked about her sexual preferences -- whether she like oral, conventional Kama Sutra positions, or anal. Anna wasn’t ready for lesbian sex yet. Moreover she was horrified at the thought of someone butt fucking her. But life has a way of giving us not what we ask for, but what’s good for us. In Anna’s case she needed to be sodomized. Her first date was with a guy named Henry. Or Hank. He was exactly the type of guy Anna wanted -- barrel chested, over 6-feet tall, with thick hairy forearms. He took her to Starbucks for a latte and suggested they go back to his place. He leered hungrily at her massive boobs while she thought about it. She could bring him to her place in Cupertino, but thought he might be intimidated by the size of her home. She agreed to go to his place. It was 9 PM. He lived in a single bedroom apartment at the back of an alley. He could barely fit his reconditioned 1986 Ford F150 XLT truck into his parking space. This scenario was the perfect prelude to Anna’s introduction to rough house sex. Anna noted that it was about 9 AM in India and hoped her mother wouldn’t call her while she was having sex with Hank. She liked Hank a lot. Hank spoke first. “Anna, this is where I live. Kinda basic. No frills...” He knew his flush toilet wasn’t backed up. He had just fixed it before going out to meet Anna. “Oh, home is where your heart is,” she said waxing poetic. “Right, Hank?” He was getting two cold beers from the fridge. “Yeah...” he agreed. She sat on the sofa, which appeared to have been rejected by Goodwill. “We can stay out here, or we can go into the bedroom,” Hank suggested. “OK,” she eagerly chirped. “It’s easier to chat lying down than sitting up. Less formal...” she said. Hank could not believe Anna was so agreeable. His last date fought him off, and threatened to call the police. She moved as if she were going to remove her blouse. Three buttons had already popped open. “This blouse is a nuisance,” she said. “Do you mind if I slip it off?” Hank’s mind was on her big behind. He didn’t care what she did with her blouse. “Oh... no problem”, he said. “How long have you been with Miracle Match?” she asked. “Very long?” “Naw... you’re my first date. I don’t usually get involved with dating sites.” “Where do you usually meet women?” “At the library,” he lied. “At church... at PTA meetings.” “Oh, do you have children?” “Not any more. They live with my ex. I don’t see them much...” He didn’t mention the restraining order against him. He moved closer to Anna, where she was lying on her back. Her blouse was off, and her impressive boobs were almost out of her bra. Her big pink nipples were pointing at the white ceiling. “Anna, could you please roll over? Onto your stomach?” Hank asked. “OK, but why?” She rolled over. Her ass was big and firm. He pushed up her skirt, past her stocking tops, to her bare behind, covered only by her underpants. He reached out and squeezed. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh... that feels good,” she murmured. He pulled her undies off. He continued to knead her smooth buttocks, opening and closing her ass cheeks revealing her rectal pucker. His eyes widened. He licked his lips, almost forgetting to breathe. There were wisps of dark hair along the crack to her pussy. She had no idea why he was fondling her ass. She specifically told Andy she didn’t like anal. With one hand, Hank unbuckled his jeans, and slipped them off. She turned her head, and looked over her shoulder. She initially was shocked, but then intrigued, by the long, thick cock staring at her. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “What are you going to do?” He reached under her, coating his hand with her pussy cream. Then he used it to lubricate her rectum. Before she could say ‘anal wasn’t an option’ Hank jammed his cock up her ass. It surprisingly slid in easily. She yelled, “Wait!! Ohhhhhhh...” as Hank continued pumping into her. Her cell phone was ringing now, and she feverishly grabbed it before it stopped. “Hello?” It was her mother. It was almost 10 AM in India. “Yes... Yes. I am busy now... let me call you back...” Thus Anna was baptized into the realm of anal intercourse. She wondered if it was in the Kama Sutra. Whatever... it was fun. _This story is the next installment of the feminization of Bob, which began with him "dressing up" to go to a lingerie party with his wife. It is located at http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=236929_ * In the months since that fateful night when Jean introduced her husband to cross-dressing and her girlfriends to Bobbie, much had happened. As you may remember, her mother was at their house when they came home from the party and was very interested in Bobbie. Bob found a new passion. He loved the feminization Jean had done to him. He even enjoyed the cruel teasing the girls at the party had done to him. And he enjoyed the way his mother in law looked at him, standing there before her, as she put it, "Looking like June Cleaver gang banged." It was all worth it to get more of the slips and gowns he craved. When Jean suggested to him that Bobbie needed her own room, he jumped on the idea. Jean told him that by remodeling the basement, they could put a bedroom down there for Bobbie. It would be a totally feminine room. There would be lots of lace and satin and pink and foo-foo. The closet would have to be big enough to handle a pretty good size wardrobe of dresses, gowns, slips and lingerie. No pants. Bobbie was not a pants girl. Now it was a reality. As Jean and Bob/Bobbie stood in the doorway, admiring their work, Jeans hand went instinctively to Bob's crotch. He was hard as a rock. The closet was a double bi-fold door type and was half full of gowns and robes, a quarter full of slips on hangers and the last quarter, dresses. "You like Bobbie's new room, sweetie?" "I love it. I can't wait till she gets to try it out," he said. "You want to try it out first?" He ran his arm around her waist and up to her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. He noticed her nipple was hard. She leaned into him and began to stroke him. But lets go back to before the room became a reality. Let's see the journey Bob took. Joan called Jean the day after the party, about mid-morning. "Good Morning, Dear, and how are the girls and your man today?" "Mom, Bob is still asleep. Poor dear really got a going over last night and is still recuperating. I got a very good night's sleep and am up to my armpits in laundry. What's up?" "I am dying to come over and get to see Bob put on his show. " "No dice today, Mom. Let him have his rest. Tell you what. Come over tomorrow about ten and he'll be ready." "It's a date dear. See you and Bob tomorrow." Jean really didn't want to give into her mother, but she could be very insistent, especially when it came to erotic humiliation of men. "Oh, what the hell," she thought. "He is getting into more than I thought and is enjoying it a lot." The next day was rainy and cold. Perfect for this little party. There would be few if any, distractions. Joan showed up a few minutes early and Jean could tell by her attire, she had plans for Bob. She wore her black leather skirt with black silk blouse, neckline just low enough to hint of cleaveage. Jean knew that meant a black slip, bra and panties (if any) beneath. She had to admit, though her mother was in her forties, she cut a striking figure. Jean brought out her mother's slip, neatly folded, and placed it on the coffee table. The two women sat down on the sofa with their coffee and made small talk. Jean had gotten Bob up earlier, letting him sleep as long as possible to recuperate. She could hear the shower running and knew he would join them shortly. She had not told him his day was already planned. Bob entered the living room in a bathrobe, still drying his hair with a towel. He was on his way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. "I have your coffee here, sweetie," Jean said to him. Seeing Joan there surprised him. He took in the view before him as eye candy before greeting her. He had always been physically attracted to her. Today, she was something special. The combination of her raven black hair, blue eyes, china colored skin and that very full black silk blouse ("those breasts have got to be 38C or D") caused a stir within him, even before his eyes got to the long shapely legs in that leather skirt. "Hi Joan, what brings you to our place today?" he asked as he sat down opposite them. "Actually, you do, Bob," she answered, looking him square in the eye with a slight smile. Bob had not remembered the discussion the night they returned from the lingerie party. There were too many other events of that night fresh on his mind. "You see," she started, "I noticed that I was missing one of my good slips a while ago. After thinking about it, I remembered that it was in the wash the day I came over to use your machine when mine was broken." Bob had a feeling of dread rising up. He remembered all too clearly. He had seen the slip in the basket as she went to the laundry room. He debated for a while but finally he had stolen the slip from the basket as it sat in the laundry room. He could sense what was coming next. "So I called Jean to ask if she had seen it. She told me she knew right where it was, and some other interesting things," Joan said with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow. Bob remains silent. He is feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Jean chimes in. "You know where I found that slip, don't you, sweetie?" "Yes," he says sheepishly "I want to hear your explanation," Joan said. The gleam in her eye told her daughter she was enjoying this. Bob had his head down, not knowing what to do next. He picked up the coffee mug Jean had set out for him. He took a big gulp. To his surprise, Jean had laced it with a healthy shot of Irish whiskey. He took another gulp. He knew he would need it. "Bob, tell me why you took my slip." No answer. "Do you like women's clothes? Do you like to wear them?" Bob was clearly embarrassed and Joan was enjoying his predicament. But she saw something else. Something told her that he also was finding this exciting. And he was. "Bob, answer Mom. I want to know too. I want to hear it from you." "Why my slip, Bob, and not my bra, or girdle? I bet you like the feel of the slip, don't you?" "Yes," his head still down, his face flush from embarrassment. "You like the feel, don't you? The feel of the silky nylon against your skin." Bob nodded almost in-perceptively. He still could not bring his head up to look at these women. He took another gulp of coffee. It was starting to help. Joan got up and came around the coffee table and stood next to him. Her hand rubbed his hair. "Do you think you are the first man to like slips? Who do you think designs these beautiful pieces of clothing? Men design them supposedly for women but I think its as much for themselves." She picked up the slip from the coffee table and held it by the straps. It cascaded down as it unfolded until it hung full length just inches from Bob's face. "Isn't it pretty, Bob? You like that part too, don't you? But most of all you like the feel." She drug the slip across his cheek. He didn't pull away and she heard him gasp. "Now that we have that established, I want you to tell me what you did with my slip." There was no way out for him and he knew it. And part of him wanted to look her in the eye and tell her that he had taken that slip and gone into the guest room and got naked with it. Then spent the next half hour playing with its silkiness until he could postpone the orgasm no longer. He came, and came, and came. As he thought through that, a strange sensation came over him and he looked up at her. "I took it to bed and masturbated with it," he said, evenly and looking directly at her. "Now we are getting somewhere," she replied. "Go On." She walked around behind him and drug the slip around his neck. "What else is there? I just told you what you wanted." She walked back around to his front and knelt down. She looked him dead in the eye as her hands grabbed the robe on each side. She waited just long enough to see the recognition of what she was about to do in his eyes. Then she yanked the robe open. In a flash he was totally exposed. He was hardening fast and the robe, until an instant ago had hidden the evidence. Even Jean jumped at the suddenness of the move her mother had just made. But she had to admit; her mother was very good at this. "Well, it seems that just the discussion of a silky slip can get you going." The booze in the coffee had done what Jean had wanted. It had de-inhibited Bob. Now the second special ingredient would come into play. Bob looked up at Joan with pleading eyes. But it was no use. The look he got back told him there would be no mercy now. There was a slight smirk on her face as she looked into his eyes. "Now we know how you like silky slips, we need to find out you satisfy this hunger, once aroused." Bob did not realize he was turning on faster than usual. All he knew was the embarrassment and the wanting of that slip were all mixed up. Joan, still holding the slip by the straps, drug it to his face, the skirt of the slip grazed the rapidly hardening cock and she heard him gasp. She repeated the maneuver, as much for her pleasure as his. Desire finally overcame Bob and he put his hand out to press the slip against his cheek and cuddle it. His erect cock twitched at the feather touch of the skirt of the slip. "What do you want from me, Joan? What do you want me to do?" His other hand found the slip and brought it to his body, at his belly first then working down until he molded the silky slip around his cock. "Nothing you don't already want to do sweetie. Nothing you have not already done with my slip. I want you to enjoy my slip the same way you did the first time. Only this time you are going to have an audience. Your wife and I are going to watch you as you make love to my slip." She turned to Jean. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" "The guest room bed is made." "Bob, stand up and come with us. And now that your secret is out, just leave your bathrobe here." Joan had originally wanted to take Bob in his own bed. She knew doing that would be additional humiliation but in deference to her daughter she didn't push it. She started down the hall with the slip over her shoulder as if leading a horse with a carrot. Bob followed dutifully, naked and erect. Jean brought up the rear, a smile of amusement on her lips. Once in the bedroom, Joan quickly pulled down the covers and motioned for Bob to make himself comfortable. He obeyed and laid down on the bed, looking up at her with a mix of fear and desire. His cock stood straight up. She teased him by dragging the slip across his manhood till it twitched and he reached for the silky tool of torment. Then she pulled it away. "Not Yet," she said. Bob was now feeling the full effects of that second ingredient in his coffee. He was on fire with desire. All he could think of was cumming. He wanted to give them the show, NOW! His sacks were even beginning to hurt. "I know you may be a little self-conscious, laying there naked while we are fully dressed, so I guess in order for you to be more relaxed...", she paused as she started unbuttoning the exquisite silk blouse she was wearing; "I will give you some eye candy." She finished unbuttoning the blouse and then reached around behind her to undo her skirt. He heard the zipper and her hands came around to her sides as she pushed the skirt down. In the dim light of the bedroom, he did not immediately see where the skirt ended and the blouse ended since there was only black behind them. As he heard the skirt hit the floor, he saw her open the unbuttoned blouse. The sight of the black lace trimmed slip and her china white skin struck him. He laid there with his mouth open in awe. It was a beautiful site. The slip was obviously a very good one. The ribbon straps were slightly wider than normal. The lace was breathtakingly elegant in the way it trimmed the top of the slip and wrapped around the shinny nylon covering her breasts. The lace on the hem was a good 3 inches with a nice side split also trimmed in lace. The main fabric of the slip had a sheen that only fine quality nylon has. If he had been capable of that kind of thought at this moment he would have known that this slip must have cost over $100. "Well, do you like what you see, Bob? " "You look good enough to eat," he said, breathing heavily. "I may make you prove that later," she taunted. In back of Joan, Bob saw Jean step out of her skirt and take off her blouse. She was wearing a royal blue half-slip and bra. She undid the bra and let it slide to the floor. Finally, Joan again picked up the slip by the straps, laid it on Bob and let it drop. He reached for it and pulled it up and buried his face in the white silkiness. He was beyond caring what they saw. He wanted that slip to take him. "Lay the slip out on your body so you can feel the maximum amount of it. I would love to see you in it but then couldn't see you cum. And I want to see that. I want to see how you cum for my slip. You may begin but slowly. Don't rush." He knew that even going as slow as his passion would let him, it would not put off the inevitable for long. And when he gave them the final act, the climax, it would be in copious amounts. Surely his body would pump out gallons for this. He hadn't yet guessed how that would be played out, but Jean had plans she hadn't even told her mother. His hands roamed the slip. They went down his thighs, up his torso and played with his nipples through the nylon cups. Then his hands began their journey to the bulge in the lap of the slip. He closed his eyes and savored the pleasure as his hand wrapped the nylon around the cylinder it encased. Almost as soon as he did that a small wet spot appeared. The girls, seeing this joined him on the bed; one sitting on either side of him. Jean positioned herself at the head of the bed so her hips were pressing her slip against the side of his face. She looked at him and smiled. Joan took his free hand and guided it to the black beauty she was wearing and guided it up her inner thigh. He squeezed her thigh but never lost concentration on his assigned task. He wrapped nylon around his sacks and continued to stroke as slowly as he could. He was enjoying every fiber of this slip and all three knew it. She pulled the slip in his lap aside to inspect his member. There was a small drop of pre-cum just emerging and she reached for it with one hand. The other went to the base of his cock and milked the full length. The small drop increased to almost a teaspoonful and she collected it on three fingers. Then she brought it part way to her lips. She brought out her tongue, making sure he was watching, and licked some of it up. As if changing her mind, she stopped and said "No, you take this." Then she brought the three fingers to his lips. She smiled while he hungrily licked her fingers clean. "Good Boy," she mocked, then leaned over and kissed him. As she did, her hand went down and joined his. She interlaced fingers with him and took over the rhythm to match the rhythm of her tongue working in and out of his mouth. She felt him start to tense and knew she had to break it or miss the orgasm she wanted to see. She pulled back and let go. Jean had seen this and intervened. "Let him cool off for a minute, Mom. The ending will be worth the wait, I promise." Then Jean repositioned herself across the head of the bed with Bob's head in her lap. He could feel her blue silky slip against his neck. She let him nuzzle her slip-covered lap for a few moments then kissed his forehead and guided his hand back to his cock. This time, her hand went under the slip and expertly milked him with one hand. She brought out three fingers covered with pre-cum and brought it to his lips. He purred as she fed it to him. His hand started to move the slip up and down again and quickly he regained what little passion had been lost in the brief interlude. Joan was sitting facing him and stroked his inner thigh with the slip. She smiled as she saw him lost in the pleasure of her slip. This was more than she had hoped for. Jean knew the signs of his impending orgasm as he got closer. At the first indication she started moving him to a more upright position. She told him it was so Joan could better see his orgasm. As she got him in a sitting position without him loosing any passion, she knew her special victory was at hand. He was breathing very hard and in short gasps. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Show mom what you did the other night at the party, honey. Let her see what you did." "No, Jean. Don't make me do that. Please." "Sweetie, please do it. She would love to see that and you know you really enjoyed giving that show. " As she was talking to him, her hand had come up to the nape of his neck. He felt her start to press down. "Come on, sweetie. Show her. Let her see you cum like you did that night." He could feel her hand pushing his head down. He could not resist. Then his face was just inches from the bulging nylon. Jean reached down and uncovered the head of his cock and squeezed his hand. "Do it, baby. Let us see you shoot your cum all over your own face." Joan had not quite realized what was going on until she saw the first rope of sperm fire from his cock and hit him across his nose. Then the second hit him in the right eye and up over the eyebrow. The third hit his mouth and covered it. The fourth hit the left side of his face. The last of the cum just came out and oozed down the helmet of his cock and collected in the nylon in his hand at the base. Joan was speechless. The look of wonder on her face spoke volumes. Finally she spoke. "I have never seen that before." "Mom, this pervert just showed you what that slut Wifey is doing on his computer screen while he is using your slip." Jean had hold of Bob's head and was cleaning his face by squeegeeing his cum into his mouth. He was too exhausted to fight it. He swallowed it all. "After that, daughter, I am so hot, I must make him prove what he said earlier. Finish cleaning him up." Jean picked up the slip from his lap and before she wiped his face, she made him lick the collected cum that had oozed out from it. After she had wiped his face, she got up off the bed. "He's all yours, mom. Have a ball." Joan looked at him as she stood up and took off her underpants and unhooked her bra, studying him. As she climbed up on the bed and straddled him, she lifted the slip and straddled his face. He eagerly kissed and tongued the womanhood being fed to him. "Actually, I was thinking I would rather have a tongue than a ball." * * * |
You have drifted to sleep, sprawled on your stomach on the bed, as I rubbed massage oil into your heated skin, soothing it, and draining the tension from your body. For a moment, I am annoyed with you: how could you fall asleep when I want to play? But I reconsider; you have been a good slut tonight, taking all your punishment, the caning having raised angry welts all over your ass, upper thighs, and even between your firm cheeks, over your tender hole. No, you have served me well tonight. I look down at your sleeping form with pride, admiring the sexy curve of your ass, and taking in the two dimples just above it. Bending over you, I lightly kiss each one. I snuggle up against your warm body, draping one of my legs between yours, causing you to stir, but not awaken. With a fingertip, I trace faint patterns along the welt marks decorating your oiled skin, just barely grazing you, so light is my touch. You are so handsome. My fingers rise to the collar encircling your neck, stroking it lovingly, considering all that it means. You are mine; your mind and body belong to me. I drift off to sleep myself, my hand resting upon your neck... I awaken, with no sense of time or place. There is no light streaming through the window, so it must still be night. In my haze, I can feel the warmth of your body next to mine, and your presence pleases me, gradually awakening my arousal once more. I open my eyes to find your head turned, watching me. "What is it, my pet?" "You are so beautiful, Mistress." I feel a blush spread over my face, my desire for you mounting. "You may worship Mistress with your mouth now, my pet. Begin at the top, work your way to my pussy, and then begin again at the bottom and work your way back up. Then you may kiss my pussy and be rewarded with my juices." "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." Your lips brush my forehead, tracing my hairline with a trail of kisses, down my cheeks, and I take a fistful of your hair, and guide your mouth to mine. We drink deeply of one another, tasting each other's mouths, our lips becoming tender and swollen. Reluctantly, I guide your face lower to continue your journey. You attack my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there, licking across it in broad strokes as I let out a deep, involuntary moan. Too much of this will break my resolve to see this to its end, and I move your face away. With each breast, I whimper softly as you kiss in a spiral, starting with the outside edge and ending on each nipple, sucking them into your mouth and nibbling the firm, rubbery flesh, before marking a straight line of kisses down my stomach, stopping just above my mound, where you peck all along the border of my closely-trimmed hair, before looking up at me. Our eyes meet, and I can see that you are seeking approval. "Yes, my pet, you give Mistress so much pleasure. Continue." You move to my feet, seating yourself between them, and raising one to your mouth. You draw my fresh, clean toes into your mouth, sucking on each one, tasting my skin mingling with the soap from the bath you gave me earlier. Laving each one, you suckle the sensitive skin between them, massaging the soles of my feet with your thumbs, making me squirm beneath you. Next, you lick across my instep, and nibble the thin, delicate skin over my ankle, before licking and kissing your way up my smooth, shapely calves. Your tongue snakes out, vigorously lashing the flesh behind my knees and electricity shoots along my nerves, lighting my body on fire. I start to wonder now who is torturing whom. Just when I can finally feel your warm breath on my dripping sex, you shift, repeating the entire process on my other leg until your face is inches from my pussy once more. You look at me, imploringly. "You may taste me now, slave. Make me cum in your mouth. Don't miss a drop..." Worshipfully, your soft lips press against the slick, velvety folds of my pussy as you inhale deeply of my sweet aroma. You pause a moment, feeling my pulse through my gently throbbing vulva, before dragging your tongue through the length of my engorged lips, dragging a sliver of juice the length of my pussy and at last, onto my clit, causing my hips to buck involuntarily against your face. I shudder as your tongue flicks over my sensitive bud again and again, driving me toward the inexorable climax to which all your teasing has been leading. Your tongue works eagerly over my swollen clit, feverishly stroking it, as you grow desperate to taste my delicious nectar. Suddenly, the heat that has long been building in my core reaches its apogee and my thighs tense around your ears as I cry out my release. The contractions of my climaxing pussy force my juices to pour forth, and while you do your best to drink greedily of them, you aren't quite quick enough, leaving some of them to drip down, coating my pulsating nether hole. This escapes your notice, however, as you hungrily probe my pussy in search of more of my intoxicating nectar like the dutiful whore that you are. As my orgasm abates, you look up at me, your eyes shining almost as much as my wetness as it coats your face, ecstatic to have pleased me. My stern eyes find yours as my withering gaze obliterates the sense of pride that had been filling your eyes, and your eyes quickly turn downcast once more. "You missed a spot, my pet. I specifically told you not to miss a drop." "I... I'm so sorry Mistress, I...," you stutter, as you look down at my splayed pussy lips, perplexed as to what you might have forgotten. Roughly, I grab your hair and press your head lower, mashing your lips against my crinkled star. For emphasis, I grab a pillow, thrusting it under my hips to raise my dark aperture to a more optimal level. I grind my ass against your face, your nose buried in my pussy as the wrinkled surface of my most private entrance presses insistently against your mouth. "You missed my ass, you useless slut. Now clean it for me before I get very disappointed!" Like a starving man, your tongue slithers forth and hungrily probes my rosebud, savoring the heady combination of my sweet juices and my natural musk. I feel your tongue tracing each ridge of my pucker, being careful this time to locate every trace of my juices, and the warm, ticklish sensations radiate out through my empty pussy, to my over-stimulated clit, and up my spine. Focusing my attention, I push out with my sphincter muscles, opening my hole slightly to your invading tongue, and drawing it inside me. I feel you try to wiggle it against my sensitive internal lining but my clenching ring traps it, and I clamp down upon your tongue for emphasis. It is I who am in control here. I take from you what I need, allowing the heat of this pleasure to spread through my body and I lower a hand to my throbbing clit, massaging it vigorously but briefly before exploding in another climax. As the waves of release flood through me, my tight rim contracts rhythmically against your tongue and a fresh flow of juices spills over your cheeks and nose as your mouth is pinned to my ass. Finally, the spasms cease and my muscles relax as I melt into the bed, releasing you. As you rise to your knees, your downcast eyes dare to steal a glimpse of me, and this time they find the approval you crave. I open my arms, beckoning you to rest within them, nestling your head between my breasts. "You've served me well, my pet." I feel your smile against my bare skin, and I delicately rest my fingers against your collar once more, fingering it gently. I am so pleased that you are mine. _This "story" is just that -- a fictional accidental first time encounter between two young (over 18) close friends. I hope you enjoy, and have strived to make it a more "real life" scenario and thus less "action packed". If I receive positive comments I will try to continue the saga._ We had been best friends since middle school. I remember teasing you, pulling your long brown braided twin hair tails that snaked half way down your back. You were always a cute thin tough tomboy, and although not related most of our friends called us brother/sister because we always hung out together, did homework together, helped each other with chores, lived only a block away and were "best" friends. In the summer we used to play sports together, you always held your own in games with the "guys" and we would often go swimming in the old swimming hole, sometimes with others but often by ourselves. I wore my usual baggy swim trunks, you usually wore a simple two-piece suit, although sometimes when no one else was around, at night we would swim in our undies. You would swim in your plain white panties and a T shirt because you never wore a bra with nothing on top to contain. Those were care free fun days. As we grew older we stayed close friends, but never "dated", still did homework together, and helped each other with chores. We were both kind of shy (except around each other), and so we only dated in groups going to dances with friends, but neither of us had an actual boy/girl friend. We shared our secrets told each other who we had a crush on, I had the hots for a cheerleader, you a football star flanker who scored most of the touchdowns. We never considered each other as the opposite sex even though we were both very aware of our differences, but just did not think of each other that way. Even in our senior year, you still were thin flat chested, a small A cup, long dark brown hair, about 5' 6' tall and in good shape, running and swimming with an interest in the arts especially sketching. You had beautiful eyes, a captivating smile, and could always make me laugh. I maintained my nerdy math, computer, and science interests, was thin 5' 10" tall, long blond hair blue eyes and stayed fit, biking, playing sports with friends and of course swimming all summer. Whenever you were down or hurting from a fight with a girlfriend or cramps from your period, I was there for support, sometimes just holding you telling you it was all ok, things would be better, and finally after ribbing you, your lips would curl into that classic impish smile. You were always there for me too, brightening my day when I was in a bad mood, giving me a hug when I won the science fair, and offering advice/support when I had a disagreement with my parents or friends. My name is Eric and for my eighteenth birthday I received a small (350cc) second hand used motorcycle, which for me was a dream come true. For your eighteenth, which followed only three days after mine, you Val, received your dream sketching set. As summer set in we would still frequent our swimming hole, talk about plans for college with you often sketching me in my undies still wet from swimming. This would sometimes make me blush, because of the semi hard on and associated slight tent I would get looking at you in your wet "T shirt" and panty briefs. Even though you had little on top, because you still never wore a bra, I could see your hard nipples peaking through and sometimes see the outline of your volva thru the wet panties. This in turn would make you blush realizing what I could see, and how it affected me, but you would just flash that smile and keep sketching. You further embarrassed me one time, by including my "bulge" in your sketch, with a devilish grin on your face. All though we never discussed it in detail we both knew the impact any semi nude image of the opposite sex had on each other but were almost afraid to think of each other that way, not wanting to spoil the special relationship we had developed, and not sure how the other felt. We also both had a strong faith that kept us from trying to "explore" each other, afraid we would upset or offend each other. This all started to unravel four weeks after I got my motorcycle and only two weeks into the summer. I was on my way back from the store, when I was blind sided by a hit and run car that ran a stop sign, throwing me off my bike tumbling across the road. When I awoke in the hospital, I had two broken arms in casts, one broken leg, a lot of scratches, and a bad headache. My mom was there, my dad at work, and you with tears in your eyes. I was released from the hospital four days latter, but bed ridden for at least a few weeks, fairly helpless to feed bath or even go to the bathroom. My mom and dad worried how they would care for me those first weeks, they both worked, and we could not afford a live in nurse. You of course calmly stated you were free for the summer, and would help without thinking of the compilations this might present. My parents accepted your offer, also without thinking of the potential issues that might arise, because they new and trusted you, and it solved their dilemma. I was still groggy, feeling no pain, happy to be alive and thus also not thinking clearly at the time, and would have spent most of the summer with you anyway. I was transported home by ambulance early Monday morning, with you mom and dad there to welcome me and set me up in my room. Dad and mom then left for work, leaving us alone which under normal circumstances was typical for the summer. You made us lunch and had fun teasing me as you fed me. But soon mother nature called and I had to pee. This led to the first awkward moment. I mumbled that I had to pee and you got red in the face suddenly realizing what you would have to do. We nervously joked about it but then I really had to go and soon, so you got the bed pan, placed it between my spread legs and looking at my crotch pulled my boxers down exposing my cock to you for the first time. I was both embarrassed and excited at the same time, and you just kept looking at my penis and turned a delicate shade of pink. I shook you out of your stare again mumbling that I really had to go and you suddenly realized that you had to touch me, hold me to aim into the bed pan. This was the first real penis you had seen, the first to touch and the first time anyone else (other then the nurses) had touched me. You gently took me in your hand looking all the time at my penis, avoiding eye contact and placed it in the bed pan. You continued to gently hold me as I almost immediately started to pee. You watched intently, the first time you have ever seen a male pee. As the stream slowed and then ended, you looked up wondering what to do next. I offered a nervous smile and mumbled to shake it then carefully remove the pan. You hesitated then shook my penis let out a little girl giggle and then looking into my eyes gave it a gentle squeeze said wow and moved the pan to a table. You then became your smiling mischievous self again, grinning from ear to ear, departed to the bathroom to empty the pan and get a wash cloth a pan of hot water and soap. You come out proclaiming in your little girl voice that it was bath time and that we might as well get used to it soon because we would be together for the next few weeks. I am still laying there (at your mercy) my boxers down my penis exposed, both embarrassed and excited at the same time. You pull off my boxers carefully over my leg cast with me now fully naked and exposed. You start to wash, first my upper body then my lower legs. We make small talk avoiding the awkwardness of the situation for both of us. Soon however you start to wash my upper legs and stomach getting closer to my groin, your eyes darting between my eyes and my exposed cock. I try to keep up the small talk and not think where your hands are but fail, as my cock starts to rise. You show both embarrassment and intrigue as you watch my cock grow, looking back and forth between my eyes and my now rigid cock. I try to offer an apology but you put your finger to my lips, smile, grin and start to wash my groin area, avoiding my rigid cock but washing all around including my balls. You spend way more time "washing" this area then you did the rest of my body "exploring" for your first time. By this time my cock has started to leak, I am past embarrassment and now getting close to cumming even though you have not yet touched me, but the excitement of you looking, and washing all around is almost too much for my young inexperienced body. You soap up your small hands and slowly, tentatively reach for my cock. My emotions are overwhelmed by fear, excitement, and embarrassment, I try to say something, try to stop you but instead explode as soon as you touch me. I groan as long strings of cum shoot into the air with the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, some seamen hitting you on your arm, shirt, and hand. You freeze, holding my ejaculating cock, your eyes wide, mouth open. You knew I was turned on, but are naive did not understand how quickly a young inexperienced man (boy) could cum. You were unprepared, overwhelmed, startled and almost giddy by this first experience. I close my eyes, ashamed, that I could not control my emotions, afraid I may have upset, and/or offended you, and so embarrassed. You are so startled, yet excited at what you have just seen, you just hold my semi hard penis, unconsciously squirm a little in your seat still looking at my member, the seamen on your arm, shirt, hand and the seamen dripping from my cock. You then slowly look up to my closed eyes, not sure what to say, do. I mumble that I am so sorry so ashamed, and suggest that you can leave if you want, my eyes still closed. You are suddenly aware by the quiver in my voice that I am upset, that I think you are upset. You give my penis a gentle squeeze lean in and kiss my cheek, my forehead, and gently tell me that was awesome. With out giving me a chance to say anything you start to, in a fast excited voice tell me you hope I am not upset, that you understand (even though we both know you do not), that you know you should not have done that to me but admit you did not expect it, did not know it would happen but thank me for sharing such an intimate experience with you. You go on almost babbling saying it was your first time seeing it (as we both already know), without thinking saying you would like to see it again, and on and on still holding me, and still looking at my penis, and the cum still covering both of us. Suddenly you realize how silly you must sound, stop babbling and look up into my eyes, now wide open, neither of us sure what to think or say next. I try to defuse the situation by cracking a lame joke about you joining the navy so you can see more sea men. This causes both of us to crack up laughing mostly a release of the built up tension. This also opens the door for more serious conversation on what just happened. As we talk you again state that you enjoyed what happened, hope it will not hurt or change our friendship, and want to continue to help me and my parents. You state that we might as well get comfortable with this part, because it will be a regular part of the next few weeks. I start to again mumble that I am sorry for not being able to control myself. You grin still holding me, and state your glad I came, it was awesome, want us to be comfortable, and then to make me feel better, tell me you are so wet and nod your head down to your crotch, in case I did not get the meaning. I blush and ask "really" (your still holding me, and the talk is not helping my self control)? You blush and nod, then, look at my penis, a smile on your face as it slowly starts to grow again in your hand. Your hand holding me, and our conversation especially hearing your wet, overcomes any self control and soon I am again rock hard. You still hold me eyes wide and darting between my eyes and hard cock, and shyly ask if you caused this and note you did not realize I could get hard again so quickly. You then let go, stand telling me you are getting more warm water to wash up. As you stand I can not help look between your legs. You follow my gaze, and then again in a quiet voice smile and tell me you are so wet and guess we both will need to "clean up" and then walk off to the bathroom. As you walk away you startle me by without thinking lift your seamen covered hand to your mouth and flick out your tongue tasting my seed. To be continued............................... |
I wistfully looked at the painting as I walked by it and paused. The warm deep desert colors radiated from the canvas; the soft blues and golds washing over me like a mellow summer day. My ankle itched as I looked at the beautiful single silver belled ankle bracelet laid upon the golden hued silk cloth beside the blue rounded jar. I almost caught a scent of spicy musk oil. That was a time in my life when I had felt ultimately female with its many contradictions, powerful in my sex and at the same time, powerless. I reached down and caressed the blue jar that sat at a table directly beneath the painting. I imagined the warm scent of the musk as it was poured on my heated, aroused skin. I let out the breath I was holding slowly opening the top drawer of the table. It slid open smoothly as a fold of luxurious silk was exposed. My flesh tingled at the remembered sensuality as the silk had enfolded my naked body. The soft fabric brushing over erect nipples and sensitive thighs. Closing my eyes, my breath quickening from the memory, I felt for the ankle bracelet. The slight jingling of a bell caused my fingers to close over the cool metal. I pulled the bracelet out and held it to my cheek, the coolness felt good against my heated skin. Opening my eyes, I looked at the delicate yet bold piece of jewelry. A thick band of silver was encased in intricate carvings of flowers with small rings for charms. Two large bells formed a type of clasp that locked when attached to the ankle. A surge of melancholy, desire, joy and pain suffused my body and mind. I needed to sit down, to remember. I headed out to the wide porch overlooking the open Mediterranean Sea. Sitting in my antique rattan chair, I lithely bent over and quickly fastened the ankle bracelet to my right leg. The response from my body was instantaneous. I was immediately aroused. Gasping, I trailed a hand up my trim calf to my thigh and under my skirt. Not wanting or needing to hold back, I fingered the epicenter of my body until waves of exhilarating fulfillment rippled over my nerve endings. My fingers buried deep in my wetness; I felt my muscles spasm. Gasping, I began to calm like a satiated lion after a swift kill, I gazed out over the rolling waves and let myself remember Al Mamlakah al Arabiyah as Suudiyah - Saudi Arabia. # I met Robert L. Becker III at an American Consulate party in Washington. I had just finished a brief vacation and attended the party as a guest of one of my acquaintances. After walking through the front door, my date had left me to pursue a business venture. Sulkily, I had wandered around the huge Embassy, enjoying the paintings, sculptures and artwork. One painting in particular had caught my eye, a sultry earthy painting of a dark complexioned man wearing the thobe and gutra of the Middle Eastern countries. The dark, passionate eyes looking out from the painting were unnerving, exciting. The oils captured the smooth glow of his skin and it seemed I could reach out and touch human warmth. At that moment, Robert Becker III walked up and began to talk about the man in the painting. He told me the name of the man in the painting was FAHD bin Abd al-Aziz Al Saud, the King and Prime Minister of Saudi Arabia. He proceeded to entertain me with talks of his visits to that distant land until I was enthralled. The talk continued on into the night and to his penthouse apartment. I was surprised that over the night, Robert did not try to make love to me. I didn't realize then that he had his reasons. Over breakfast, he invited me to go with him on his next visit to Saudi Arabia. He warned me that it was difficult for women over there, but he would protect me and we would stay in American compounds much of the time. His business would last a month, at most 2, and then we would be back in America. I enjoyed new sites, new sounds, new people and places. It seemed the perfect adventure at the time, going to a distant country and sampling a distant culture. Robert was pleasant and treated me well. I decided to go. # I stepped off the plane with Robert L. Becker III to a wave a sandy heat. The hot yellow sun shown down on me like a molten, angry god. I adjusted the brim of my hat so it would shade my face from the damaging rays. The stifling heat made it hard to breathe. After the languid vacation I had just had, the mystique of experiencing a different culture intrigued me, but this heat was horrible. I saw a long black limousine stirring the desert sands as it drove towards us. Robert leaned toward me and said, "This man we are about to meet is Sayyid Jal Dhul Fiqar, a Sultan of the Qasim province and my ticket to several million dollars." Robert went forward as the Prince was getting out of his car and began to talk to him. Several minutes went by and Robert did not look like he was about to introduce me. Walking up to Robert I almost interrupted his conversation with Sultan Sayyid but I saw a warning glint in the eyes of the tall Arab as he flicked them briefly at me. Huffily, I stood up straighter, squaring my shoulders but didn't say anything. I know Robert told me about the customs, but it's too much making us stand in this heat, I thought. I licked at the first drops of perspiration on my upper lip, the light traveling suit already sticking to my skin. Taking off my jacket, the white silk blouse clung to my full, round breasts barely concealed by a lacey skin-toned bra. The skirt hugged my trim waist, accentuating my breasts. Sighing quietly, I looked around. The airport was not much more than a long runway with a small square building at one end. The heat radiated off every surface as the sun's rays beat down relentlessly. We had landed in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, then flown in a smaller jet to this tiny airport in Buraydah. Growing faint from the heat I finally felt Robert grasp my elbow. "Erica, we will be staying with the Sultan instead of at the American compound. He has graciously offered his home to us," Robert said smiling. "Sultan, this is Erica; Erica - Sultan Sayyid Jal Dhul Fiqar. The Sultan barely acknowledged me but he did look long enough at me to see my breasts blatantly exposed for anyone to see through my sweat soaked silk shirt. Disapproval ripe in his voice he said, "Miss Erica, you will attire yourself according to our custom while in my home." Not to be intimidated, I asked boldly, "And how may I address you?" Looking at me like I was a bug, he replied, "There is no reason for you to address me." Turning back to Robert, he smiled broadly and began walking to the limousine. I stood speechless as I looked at this impertinent man, but he was completely ignoring me. I was not use to any man ignoring me and felt a twinge of interest along with annoyance. Robert whispered to me, "Erica, it is a great honor to be invited to Sayyid's home. Not many American's, if any, have ever been invited there. This is a very good sign, I think you are my lucky charm!" "I don't feel very lucky! Did you see how he looked at me? Like I was beneath dirt! And what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, glaring petulantly in the Sultan's direction. "Nothing, you look ravishing," Robert reassured me. "But I did mention that women here don't expose anything and are covered head to toe outside their homes. Come on, sweet, this is an adventure for you! Enjoy it!" I was led into the back seat of the limousine while the Sultan and Robert sat in front of me. As they conversed about business, I soon forgot my pique at being relegated to the back seat and began to watch the desert go by. I had to admit that the desert was seductive in its beauty. At first glance, it was all one color, but the more you looked the more subtle shades of gold, yellow, tan, green, brown, umber, red and other warm colors radiated their sensual heat. They appealed to my artistic heart. I smiled as I watched the colors swirl past. Glancing up, I saw the half-lidded stare of the Sultan. Catching a chill from the air-conditioned air, I felt my nipples harden. Blushing, I watched his eyes travel to my breasts and linger. He didn't hide his appreciation and stared boldly. My belly suddenly tightening with fear and desire, I casually pulled my jacket over me like a blanket. The Sultan looked up with an imperceptible upturn of his lips and resumed his conversation, ignoring me again. The ride took four long hours but I was able to see the beauty of the desert, the small towns and people along the way. I marveled at the subdued, veiled women that I saw walking sedately through the streets. What would it be like to be them? To grow up in this country? Shivering, I wondered if I had made a mistake coming here. # We drove through the town of Buraydah near the end of our ride. Robert turned around and said, "We are almost there, sweet, about 20 minutes more." They began talking quietly in earnest again. I gathered my things together and determined to be polite but cool. Once in the compound, 20 or more women and children surrounded the limousine. Once out of the limousine, Sayyid handed out candies and toys to both the women and the children. The children ran off squealing in delight laughing and chasing each other across the hot desert sand. The women, some veiled some not, were more discrete but equally excited. I watched all this from the limousine, trying to understand this new world. How could simple candies and trinkets make these women so happy? What did they do here day after day? Robert finally helped me out of the limousine. The women swarmed around me, touching my hair and the fabric of my suit. I was not alarmed but it was disconcerting to be handled so. The melodic swift language surged around me, engulfing me as the women chattered to each other. Their faces were curious, some smiling and giggling, others frowning or confused, a one looked angry. The Sultan said something to an older woman and she looked at me and smiled, nodding. Coming toward me, she said in halting English, "You come for dress before gahwa." Looking to Robert for help, I saw that he had already left with the Sultan to enter a large stone doorway into a shadowed interior. The women clustered around me and led me in a wave of chattering and giggling to a large entryway. Inside I stopped and took in the richness of the scene before me. A lavish fountain flowed into a deep pond with large koi. The air was scented with flowers and earth. Ornate benches with cushions decorated the perimeter of the pond. Seeing this display of water after the parched landscape on the four- hour drive was unexpected and impressive. The women plucked at my clothing and hurried me along into a spacious entry hall that led into a cool shaded great room. Inside were luxurious carpets and cushions, benches and chairs that I knew to be expensive antiques. Tiffany lamps and Ming vases vied for my attention with paintings by Renoir, Carpenter and an exquisite painting by Angelica Kauffmann depicting women with a swarm of children. The older woman, I learned her name was Usajnah, let me appreciate the room before prodding me along to yet another interior room. This one held a spacious pool with marble steps. All around the pool were low tables with padded cushions. The air in the room was warm and heavily scented with a pleasant spicy aroma. All the women were gathered around tittering and talking in their melodic language, watching me. Usajnah tugged at my hand and led me toward a table. In halting English she said, "Now bathe and clean after trip. Then we find you abaaya and veil. You are perfect for this." The other women looked at me expectantly and giggled. I felt distinctly uncomfortable as I realized that I would have to go through with this public bath. Perfect for what? I thought. Shrugging, I began to strip from my clothing and laid them in a pile. I was hot, tired and sweaty from the long journey. The warm water of the pond would feel wonderful. No sooner had I put my clothing in a pile and stood naked then a woman whisked away my clothing. "Never mind, never mind," Usajnah said, "Get ready now." She pulled me toward the table instead of the large bathing pond. I resisted a little but firm hands gripped me and pulled me down. Lying on my back, the women swarmed around me, chattering and giggling, clucking and sighing as they felt my skin, tugged on my hair. I was not a prude by any stretch of imagination but neither was I used to the prying hands and fingers of women poking and prodding at me. I tried to get up but was pulled back down by the giggling women. Suddenly firm hands gripped my ankles and pulled them wide apart. Struggling in earnest I fought with them, giving up only when I realized it was futile. With my legs spread I felt warm oil poured over my breasts, down my belly and on my clitoris. Gentle fingers began messaging the oil in expertly, knowing how hard, how fast, how slow until I was breathing heavily, my body responding despite my ambivalence. My body was humming now with coaxed desire. The heat, strangeness and assault on my senses throughout the day made me susceptible to the whims of my body. My experiences with women were few and only Etienne had captured my adoration. But this was different, almost unreal. I was tired and just not able to fight the languid sensuality spreading over me. Throwing my head back in abandon, eyes closed, I gave in to these foreign women. Letting their dark, knowing fingers stroke, seduce me. The waves started slowly then built until I moaned loudly as they crested over and engulfed me. My back arched off the table and tensed as the climax crashed over me. Breathing heavily, the hands on my body and the melodic murmurs came back to me as if I had fainted. I relaxed as I felt my flesh pulled this way and that as a sharpened razor wire was pulled over it denuding me of any hair. By the time they were done and pushing me toward the pool, I walked in a scented haze of heady musk, seductive, sensual. My skin had never felt so soft, smooth, supple. Several of the women, some still very young, entered the warm bathing pond with me. I heard the soft sound of music coming from somewhere and even in these strange surroundings I felt content. I have to say I enjoyed their attention. They washed my body and long hair finding every fold and niche, making sure every part was cleansed. I felt pampered beyond the famed spas of Switzerland. It seemed like it had taken a long time, but only 2 hours had passed. When I finally arose from the pond, and my hair dried, I felt as fresh, as pure as a virgin. I let out a surprised giggle at the thought of being a virgin. The women around me smiled. Two young girls approached me shyly and offered me an abaayah, the long floor length robe women wear in Saudi. It was a beautiful silk with golden hues shot through with embroidery accents of red, blue and yellow. The women oohed and ahhed over me making me feel like a princess. Little gold slippers were put on my feet, my hair and face covered with a matching veil. I shivered as the soft fabric caressed the heightened sensitivity of my skin each time I moved. I smiled my thanks to the women around me, paying particular attention to the oldest, Usajnah. This seemed to please her immensely which I would be glad of later. Usajnah then pointed to a few of the women telling me their names. There was the two youngest, Suraah and Hala, Rashida, Shaymaa, and Najua. The last one was glaring at me. Her name was Zoenat. The other women had wandered off. Trying to organize the strange names with the faces around me, I smiled at all the women. Blushing, because after all, they had just brought me to a delicious orgasm, I said, "Hello, nice to meet you." Tittering the women smiled back at me. One of them said, "Wish ismick?" Usajnah said, interpreting, "She wants to know your name." "Erica," I said. Usajnah then said, "Erica, I must take you to the Sultan now. You do what he say, hm?" She walked off. I followed her wondering what about some of the things she had said. I was perfect and I was to do what he said. What was all that about? Mentally shrugging, I didn't worry about it. Robert was here and we would be leaving soon. # Feeling as if I was in a fairy tale, I walked into the room to see the Sultan seated on pillows at a low dining table. Robert was no where to be seen. This disappointed me because I wanted to show off my new abaayah. "Please be seated across from me, Miss Erica," he said formally, although is dark eyes shown appreciatively as he studied my attire. "Where is Robert?" I asked. "He is gone," The Sultan said bluntly. "Gone? I don't understand?" I said faltering, confused and a little afraid. "He was called back unexpectedly to America." "But, why didn't he get me? I should have left with him!" I exclaimed alarmed. The Sultan stared at me, giving nothing away until my heart thumped painfully in my chest. "You will stay here. This is the arrangement that I made with Mr. Becker." After saying this, he set out four coffeepots, called della, next to a little fire. In silence, he began the preparation of gahwa, an age-old custom of the Bedouin tribes, of serving coffee as a gesture of hospitality. Looking up he spoke swiftly in Arabic and then several men filed into the room and took their places around the low table. Looking at me appraisingly, they began to talk excitedly. "Wait! What arrange¡K" I began. A knife slammed point first into the table. "Woman, you will be silent unless spoken too. You will keep your eyes down." Startled, my mouth snapped shut. Oh my god, what was I doing here? Robert had abandoned me to this savage. What kind of arrangement had been made? Staring at the knife still trembling in the table, my mouth dry, I was silent. The sudden silence ended as fast at it began. They continued looking at me and talking in their fast language. I watched as the Sultan served a cup of coffee to each of the men. He did not offer me a cup. I was feeling scared and scorned when I heard a commotion outside. Then several men came into the room. They wore long dark thobes and gutras that covered their faces. They did not take them off. The Sultan pointed to me. Talking swiftly, he conversed with the three men saying my name several times. I had no idea what was going on but it involved me. Shaking my head back and forth as if I could prevent what happened next I stood up. My breath came in quick gasps as I looked for somewhere to run. All the men were looking at me with interest. Making a bolt for the door, I ran. Laughing, one of the men who had just entered grabbed me around the waist. "Calm down, silly woman. Where will you run? Into the desert to be baked alive by the sun tomorrow? Or would you rather be caught by the tribes that wander the desert?" Gripping me tightly, he told the Sultan, in English for my benefit, "Sultan Sayyid, this one will be perfect, many blessing upon you for bringing her to me." The Sultan nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Salam Alaykum," he said. The Sultan replied, "Wa alaykum salam." Pulling me by the wrist, he tugged me out of the room. Frantically I turned back toward to the Sultan. "Please, please! Sultan don't make me go! I'll do anything you want!" He glanced at me and looked away. Naked under the beautiful abaayah that the women had given me, I felt terribly exposed. Then I saw what I was being dragged towards - camels! They are great huge, smelly beasts. With a sharp command, the camels knelt down. The man pulling me along climbed up on the beast and pulled me up in front of him. His strong arm held me tight as he spurred the animal into a run while the others followed. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. This morning I had been on a plane with Robert, and now I was being kidnapped and riding on top of a huge, smelly camel. I didn't know whether laugh, scream or cry. "Ismi Nijah Abdul-Muqaddim," he murmurred into my ear. "Speak English! I don't understand anything you say. I don't even know what is going on! I'm on a camel for god's sake with, with, you! Going who knows where and I don't even have any of my clothes! And get your hand off my breast!" I blurted out. Laughing, the man said calmly, "My name is Nijah Abdul-Muqaddim. You now belong to me. This is the finest of camels. You are going to my camp and you will not need many clothes. I will not get my hand off your breast. Does that answer your questions?" He felt my nipple and began to message through the silk of the abaayah making it hard, and then he pulled it gently. I squirmed against him but my arms were trapped by the way I was sitting, and the way he was holding me. I couldn't do anything. "You can't do this! I'm a free woman and I will report this to the Consulate. I will!" He didn't say anything. Stroking my breast, messaging it, feeling the underside of my breast causing the silk to rub sensually on my skin, I began to feel the stirrings of arousal. He continued stroking, petting arousing me until the camels finally stopped. By this time I was breathless and wet between the legs. Leaping off the camel, he pulled me down into his arms. The other men scattered and he took me into a large tent. I finally got a look at him as he stripped off his thobe and gutra. Underneath he had on a short dress looking shirt. He took that off and was completely naked. Blushing, I looked at his muscular dark skinned body. His skin was smooth and the color of the desert at sunset. Maybe it was the heat, the excitement, the seduction of the desert, but I wanted him. I somehow knew he wouldn't hurt me although the element of fear was present and intoxicating. I felt my nipples grow hard and the heat between my legs become moist with my musk. Naked, he came to me and brushed the hair from my face. Caressing my cheek, he spoke to me tenderly. I don't know what he said, but the tone was sensual, sweet. He pulled off my abaaya and laid it on the thick carpets inside the tent. Pulling me with him, I laid down on the abaaya, the soft silk sliding on my skin. "I don't know¡K" He held a finger to my lips then leaned over to kiss me. Taking my face in his hands he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and then my lips. His kiss was warm and dry, sexy. Opening my lips to him, I felt his tongue take possession of my mouth. I moaned and he kissed me harder, urgently. His hands grabbed my arms and held me down as his teeth raked my neck down to my breasts. I arched my back pressing against him as he suckled first one nipple then the other. Back and forth until my body was drenched with sweat and desire. He growled deep in his throat when he felt my response to him. Licking down my salty belly, he teased my hairless slit with his tongue. I opened my legs to him, his tongue flicking my clit into a frenzy while I moaned and writhed. His strong hands gripped my hips and he pulled me to him, sucking, licking me until I was screaming out. My hands clenched the silk under me, squeezing hard as my body wracked helplessly in a long shuddering orgasm. His tongue continued to lash my clit until I was spent and struggling to get away. "Say my name. Nijah. Say it!" He said urgently. I felt his thick organ slide up my leg as he licked up my body again. Pausing at a nipple he grasped it between his teeth and bit gently, sending sparks through my nerves. "Say my name." I felt his hard member slip between my swollen lips, wet from his saliva and my juices. The head rubbed up and down, sliding over my tender clit. I felt another orgasm coming and arched up, wanting him inside me. "Say my name!" He cried urgently, once more. He poised his cock at the entrance to my molten insides, waiting. Frantic, on the brink of an orgasm, I cried out, "Yes, Nijah, yes please take me!" Grunting, Nijah speared me with his cock, thrusting in all the way in one great lurch. The intensity was electric and immediate. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me, feeling his cock deep inside as he pumped. Each time he entered me fully, he would grind into me causing my clit to ignite. "Oh yes, Nijah, yes!" He thrust hard, deep and kissed me, his tongue claiming my cries as I climaxed. Quivering in his arms, I trembled as he pulled out of me. My ears ringing, I closed my eyes. He pulled me to him, stroking my back like he was soothing a horse. Murmuring to me, soothing me until I fell asleep. # Waking up the next morning, I was surprised to see the sun bright outside the tent. Nijah was no where to be seen. I looked around the tent. It was as luxurious in its own way as the Sultan's house had been. The tent was lined with expensive, beautiful carpets. There were antiques and paintings scattered around. Stretching, I felt something on my ankle and looked down. A beautiful ankle bracelet had been placed there! As I moved the bells jingled and I wiggled my foot. It was very pretty. Looking at it more closely, I realized that it was locked on. I tried to tug it off but it would not budge. Incensed, I stood up angrily looking for something to wear. Finding nothing, I put on the abaayah I had worn yesterday, dirty though it was. Walking to the flap of the tent, I pulled it aside. I looked around and saw several men by a fire. Walking up to them I began to ask them where Nijah was but they all swiftly turned away from me. Suddenly I felt strong arms pick me up, it was Nijah. "What are you doing, and what is this thing locked on my ankle?" I asked. Calmly, but firmly, Nijah carried me inside the tent. "Do you NOT understand the rules of this land? You must never walk about without a veil. For you to be so immodest is cause for death here! Those men did you a favor by turning away from you." "I didn't come here on my own, and this is not my country! Why is there this thing locked on my leg?" I didn't back down. "You don't like it? It is not pretty? The bells do not jingle fairly?" He coaxed. "Come now, behave for me. Do you not have this magnificent tent? The beautiful desert?" He approached me and pulled me to him. I remembered his hard, fit body loving me last night. The taste of his kisses, the heat and hardness of his manhood. "But I don't really belong here, Nijah." I said. He kissed me then, and made love to me again and again. Each time I screamed out his ownership of me as he played my body. I couldn't get enough of his taste, his scent. He smelled of leather and campfires. I wanted to breathe him in. His cock pleasured me, teasing one moment and ruthless the next. His mouth licking, biting, and sucking at me until I was dizzy with need. My breasts were swollen and aching, my mouth raw and puffy, my pussy wet and numb when he finally stopped. I held onto him, his naked sweaty body salty to my lips where I licked him. I spent 4 months with Nijah. I came to love him and the bells although I never felt that it would be permanent. I'm not sure that I even wanted it to be. But while I was with him, the lovemaking, the tent, the seductive dry heat of the desert lulled me. I was content. I had wanted an adventure, and I got one. # One day, we awoke early and Nijah made love to me. He was so tender. His kisses were more gently than usual. Afterwards, he held me for a long time before we got up and dressed. He dressed me once more in my first golden abaayah, with a matching veil that I had grown accustom too. I had my own theory about veils. I think it is worn so the women can hide their embarrassment of the way the squeal in the arms of their men. We went outside and got into an older tan colored car. The air conditioning was blasting and felt wonderful. "Where are we going, Nijah?" I asked. Over the months, we had visited nearby towns for shopping and sight-seeing. Nijah stroked my face through the veil. "Azeeza, it is time to return you to your world." I looked at him perplexed. Azeeza was his pet name for me, he told me it meant cherished, precious, beloved. "Returned? I don't understand Nijah." Sighing, Nijah pulled me to him and explained. "When I first talked to the Sultan about obtaining a foreign woman to become my wife. I thought this would help in the business. It would look good to others, those outside Al Arabiyah as Suudiyah. You would become one of my wives, maybe a second or third. You could never be a first wife because you are not Muslim. And my first wife must be Muslim." He continued sadly, "Azeeza, I love you too much to do that to you. You would not be happy. This is my decision and it will be." Taking something out of his pocket, he put a fine silver necklace around me neck. On it was the tiny key to the lock of my ankle bracelet. I tried to grasp what was happening. On one hand, I was exhilarated to be free, on another I was sad to be leaving Nijah. I cared for him even loved him in a way. The drive to the airport was long and silent. I learned to cherish the freedoms I have as a woman outside that country. The laws are strict with women in the Middle Eastern countries, and they are very religious. As a matter of fact, religion rules the country. As a woman there, I was not allowed to go outside without a veil or abaayah. I couldn't drive a car. I seldom went anywhere without Nijah or one of his men present. But I did meet strong women. They are just strong in their own way. They have a lot of influence in their homes. I have a lot of respect for the women I met and became friends with there. I wore my bells, abaayah and veil on the plane and all the way home. I noticed the looks of curiosity from men and women as I walked through the airport. I answered the Arab taxicab driver in his own language when he asked me why I was out without a man to protect me. Amazingly, I discovered that all my bills had been paid while I was gone and my plants cared for, it was like I had never left. After being home and readjusting to my new, air-conditioned life of freedom, a package arrived at the door. The UPS man knocked loud enough to wake the dead and was gone before I could get to the door open. At my feet were two boxes. One square about the size of hatbox, the other large and rectangular. Opening them, I cried as I took out the blue vase the women had used to pour the spicy musk oil on me that first day in Saudi. I brought it to my nose and inhaled. A hint of the oil was still present and I shivered. When I opened the other box, it was a magnificent painting, an exact replica of the golden abaayah, blue jar and my precious ankle bracelet. A note slipped out of the box. _"My dearest Azeeza,_ _I have been told that you have settled into your old, new life. I hope the time we shared will be remembered fondly and not with regret. My body still yearns for you and it will be a long time before I can love another. The Sultan has picked out a wife for me. She is a proper Muslim girl but will never replace you in my heart._ _Usajnah asked me to send you the blue jar in memory of her. She said you showed respect to her and that counts for a lot in our world. I had the painting commissioned for you. I hope you like it and will remember the golden, desert times we had._ _Salam Alaykim,_ _Nijah Abdul-Muqaddim"_ # Stirring from my rattan chair, I straightened my clothing. The orgasms I had while remembering my Saudi Arabian adventure were nothing compared to the real thing with Nijah, but that was all in the distant past. He had written me over the years, telling me of inconsequential things. I had never written him. What was there to say? My life went on. Smiling softly to myself, I bent over and took off the belled ankle bracelet. Walking back to the hallway, I placed it back inside the drawer with the golden abaayah. Looking at the painting, I reached out and touched it. Imagining the heat of the desert, the heat of my lover's skin. I was content. I had wanted an adventure, and I had gotten one. I wondered where my thoughts would take me next when I continued my memoirs. |
Eric yawned as he walked up the driveway of his parents' house. The night was dark and quiet. Nearly all of Mansion Grove's residents had put Saturday night behind them and the lean twenty-year-old was ready to do the same. His night had, like most others lately, been uneventful. He'd spent the evening at his friend Dave's house, hanging out with a small number of friends and nurturing an herbal buzz. Around twelve o'clock, he'd decided the night was over and walked the three blocks home. He yawned again as he rounded the back corner of the house. A few crickets chirped. His keys made a soothing jangle as he pulled them from his jacket pocket. A soft voice crept across the darkened backyard. Eric paid it little mind as he stepped onto the back porch. A flicker of light somewhere in the backyard caught his eye. Pausing, Eric turned and peered into the heavy shadows of the yard. Yellow light flickered a few feet off the ground, peeking through a crack in the tall fence separating the neighbor's backyard from his. New neighbors, Eric guessed. For the past year the house next door had stood ownerless. He heard the voice again. What he at first thought was part of a conversation became a lone chanting voice. The chant was low and sure, but not masculine. More, Eric was sure the chanter called out in a language other than English. He stepped off the porch and stared at the flickering light. Weird, he thought. After a moment, he took a step toward the fence. The sliver of flickering light writhed amidst the night and the voice crept all around him. It sounded rough, almost guttural. Out of place in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. Judging by the late-hour fire and the chanting, Eric guessed his neighbor must be some New Age enthusiast. No longer sleepy, Eric trod across the soft grass, the dark mass of the high fence looming over him. A sensible part of himself chided him for acting on his curiosity. No matter how odd what his neighbor did might be, he rather doubted it would be very interesting. Spying was, he knew, rude as well. Waist-high shrubbery kept him from sidling flush against the fence. He lifted his hands and leaned forward, bracing himself with his fingertips. The odd, almost rhythm-less chant droned on. Images of black forests and cold mountains danced in his head. For a moment, the plotline of a bad horror movie came to mind. Eric shifted his head and shoulders until he could peer through the fence- crack with a single eye. He expected to see a fire. He even half-expected to see a woman in a black robe holding a skull up to the moon. He did not expect to see her standing naked before waist-high flames. His mouth dropped open and then spread into a grin as his vision took in the chanter. She was thirty feet or so away, standing at the edge of a fire pit. Amber light danced over milky-white skin. Her eyes were thin slits of blue and her black hair fell back past her shoulders. She held her arms out from her hips, as if she perpetually reached to embrace someone. How old she was Eric couldn't say. Somewhere in her thirties, maybe. He ran his eyes over her heavy breasts and the breadth of her strong hips. She looked like some barbarian priestess. She chanted on and Eric no longer much cared about why she was standing naked in her backyard. He squirmed as he imagined pushing himself against her ass and feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands. He moved one shaky hand away from the fence and breathed hard as he rubbed himself through his pants. The awkward position he was in and the sensation as he mollified his carnal ache made him clumsy. He slipped, his head knocking the fence. He muttered a curse under his breath. The chanting stopped. Eric balanced himself and put his eye back to the peephole. The woman still stood as she had, but she no longer gazed out over the flames. She looked toward the fence. She looked directly at Eric. Her blue eyes were shards of anger and her lips curled back from clenched, white teeth. An endless moment crept by. Her lips came together and her expression shifted to imperious contempt. Her arms lowered. A moment passed. Eric tried to pull his gaze from hers. Finally, she turned and strode toward her house. Eric couldn't help but watch the roll of her sturdy rump as she walked. He heard the hiss and thump of a sliding glass door. Suddenly, he was aware of just how quiet the night had become. The next day Eric feared the woman would march to his house and demand to know who couldn't keep his eyes to himself. By Sunday night she hadn't and Eric figured the incident was a thing of the past. The vision of her didn't pass so easily, though. He felt a little bit of guilt and hoped his weird, sexy neighbor didn't feel violated in some way. Thursday afternoon Eric had just gotten home from work when the doorbell rang. Dressed in his retail employee uniform of gray pants and yellow polo shirt, Eric walked to the front door. The fuzzy shadow on the other side of the frosted glass sent a quiver of fear through him. He pulled the door open and stared through the screen door. A woman stood on the porch. A thirty-something woman with pale blue eyes and long, black hair that fell past her shoulders like a midnight rainstorm. A tick started in Eric's left eye. "Hi." She said and smiled. She stood nearly even with him and he felt himself shrinking before her pale gaze. "Uh, hi." He said. He returned her grin, though with some effort. Her pale-blue eyes and face almost glowed in the shadow of the covered porch. She wore a short-sleeved red dress littered with tiny, white flowers. A line of shiny black buttons marched from the pit of her throat to her waist. Eric swallowed and readied himself for chastisement. The woman, though, didn't seem angry. Or even irritated. She glanced at his chest, a question forming on her face. "I'm not keeping you?" She said. Eric glanced down at his nametag and shook his head. "Oh, no. I just got home from work." He said. The woman nodded. "Do you live here, Eric?" She glanced at his chest again and grinned. "I'm Angela, just over there." She said. Her finger gestured over and behind the house. "Uh, yeah." Eric said and nodded. Prickly heat danced over his forehead. Her eyes grew larger and larger the longer he met her gaze. He blinked. "Um, did you want to talk to my parents or something?" He said. His eyes darted around and past her. Try as he might, he couldn't meet her eyes, no matter how friendly her expression was. "Are they home?" She said. Eric shook his head, cringing as he felt his cock twitch and swell. Improbable notions she might come on to him played out in his mind. His ears felt hot and he knew his face was flushed. "Uh, they should be home after six. Did you want to leave your number or something?" He said. He turned and looked over his shoulder, trying to think where a pen and a slip of paper might be. When he turned back to Angela, he nearly jumped. Only a polite shadow of her open, friendly expression remained. She seemed taller, somehow, as well. "That's not necessary. It's you I want to have a word with." She said. Her voice was stern and lacked even a hint of neighborliness. Eric felt weightless and nodded. "Can you come to my house in, say, twenty minutes? I think you know where it is." She said. "Uh, sure." Eric said. He swallowed hard. Angela hadn't forgotten about Saturday night after all. She turned and stepped off the porch. Eric simply stood in the doorway, watching as she walked down the path to the sidewalk, the clip of her shoes fading. He closed the door and stared at the living room. Twenty minutes went by quickly, though he still had plenty of time to imagine a number of frightening scenarios. The best of them had Angela politely berating him for spying. The worst had her husband kicking his ass. No matter his anxiety images of her naked body and notions Angela would seduce him pushed Eric into a tepid state of arousal. He hadn't gotten laid in about six months and his libido was hopelessly optimistic. Idiot, he thought. He pondered whether he should take a shower and settled on washing his face instead. He hadn't worked up any sort of sweat at work and doubted he smelled any. Still, Angela was obviously angry and Eric wanted to make as decent an impression as possible. Fuck it, he thought. If she was pissed, she was pissed. Although both backyards shared a border, Angela's house was just around the corner. As Eric walked, a more realistic yet equally anxious scenario played out in his head. Angela would be diplomatic and her husband would have a private word, offering advice on how Eric could avoid any broken bones in the future. He rounded the corner and saw her house. It was a single-story of powdery-blue siding and white trim. Two large, flat windows sat either side of a recessed porch. No towering tree hung over the house, yet the afternoon sun falling on the quiet little house seemed thin and frail. Eric walked up the pathway leading to the porch. The windows rejected more than reflected the street. For a moment, he chilled at the notion a rogue shadow had crept toward the roof-edge, perching over the porch. He sighed and told himself not to freak out. He rang the doorbell and looked at his broken reflection in the beveled glass of the front door. Shadowy movement grew in the glass just when he thought she might not be home. The door opened and Eric took a step back. Angela's pale face appeared and everything he'd planned on saying snarled. She smiled, though her blue eyes were impassive. "Well, come in." She said and stepped back. She still wore the red dress, though Eric noticed a top button or two was loose. Pale skin and a hint of cleavage caught his eye. He tentatively followed her into the house. The living room was a twilight landscape of gray carpet and sparse furniture. He relaxed a little when he saw no husband sitting in wait. Angela stepped to the middle of the room and turned to him. "Uh, should I take my shoes off?" He said, looking down at his worn shoes and imagining how they might mar the carpet. Angela shrugged. "Only if you walked through a pile of dog shit on the way over." She said and grinned. A laugh died in Eric's throat, along with any hope their conversation would be reasonable. He shut the door, an already quiet afternoon becoming mute. "No." He said, painfully aware how soft his voice was. "Would you like something to drink?" Angela said. She stepped across the living room, pausing at a doorway and looking at him. "Um, sure. Water?" Eric said. Angela frowned. "How about orange juice?" She said and disappeared into the kitchen. Eric nodded and took a step into the living room. He looked at a loveseat and a chair, wondering if he should take a seat or not. Angela called for him to come into the kitchen. He walked across the living room and stepped through the doorway. A knot in his stomach relaxed when he saw no one sitting at the round kitchen table. Maybe, he thought, she isn't married. His libido winked at him. "So, uh, what did you want to talk about?" Eric said. He stood next to the table, glancing at junk mail and kitchen things scattered across the top. She poured juice into a glass and then held it out to him. Eric stepped forward and took the glass with a shaky hand. He retreated to the table. The kitchen didn't allow a lot of space between the two of them. Just enough that Eric didn't feel quite so awkward. Angela stood on the other side of the kitchen, leaning back against the sink. She set the heels of her hands on the counter edge. Her stance pushed her breasts out and Eric couldn't help staring. "I think you know what I want to talk about, Eric." She said. "Oh." He said. "Saturday." "Yes. Saturday." Angela said. "I'm really sorry about that, Angela." Eric said. He glanced at her. She wore something like a smirk on her face. Her pale eyes seemed luminescent. Eric's gaze went to the wedge of white skin at the top of her dress. He felt warm and his cock stirred. Panicked, he shoved his free hand into his pants' pocket. "Sorry you were spying on me, or sorry I caught you?" She said. Eric winced and stared into his juice glass. "How old are you, Eric? Old enough o know better than to be so rude, no doubt." Angela said. "I'm sorry I was spying on you. I didn't mean to. I just, I came home and saw this firelight. Heard you and got curious, I guess." He said. He shifted his weight and winced at how loud the sound of his feet were. "And I'll bet you were surprised when you saw me, weren't you?" Angela said. Her hand went to her chest as she spoke, a finger tapping the pit of her throat. "I only saw you for a minute." He said. His face flushed and Eric looked down into his glass again. "Were you masturbating while you watched me, Eric?" She said. He had taken a drink right when she spoke. He sputtered, orange juice and a laugh bubbling in his throat. "No!" He said. He hadn't been sure what Angela might say to him during their talk. He most certainly hadn't expected a question like that. Or for her to be so forward. Oh shit, he thought. "Ah, so you do have some self-control. Or maybe I caught you before you could pull it out of your pants, hmm?" Hoping he wore an innocent expression, Eric forced his eyes to meet hers. He looked at the top of her dress and his brow quivered. The hint of cleavage had become a definite cleft of smooth, pale flesh. He swallowed and balled his pocketed fist. "No. I mean, I wasn't doing anything." Eric said. He kept his gaze in her general direction, but he couldn't meet her eyes. He felt hot and worse, he had a hard-on. A shiver passed through him. Any moment Angela would notice his arousal. "Were you happy when you saw me?" Angela said. "Well, you're an attractive woman." He said. She undid a button, the V of exposed skin grew larger. "Well, that is a problem. You'll very likely be tempted to peek through the fence again." Angela said. Her eyes dropped to Eric's crotch. "Would you like to masturbate now, Eric?" Angela said. "What?" He said, not believing he'd heard right. Yet she was undoing her dress. She popped another button on her dress. Then another. Eric stared, his mouth going dry. He said nothing as Angela stared at him. Her dress was open to her waist. Eric breathed hard and squirmed as he stared at the slopes of her breasts. "I think it might be best if you masturbated, Eric. Squeeze every last drop of curiosity out of your system." Angela said. She grinned and returned her hand to the counter edge. Eric bit his lip. He'd never let a girl watch him jerk off before. The idea was appealing. He swallowed and couldn't believe any of this was happening. Sexy, older women didn't do this sort of thing. Not in Mansion Grove, anyway. Then again, they didn't prance around their backyards in the nude, either. "You want me to," Eric swallowed again, his eyes licking Angela's pale skin. "You really want me to, do that for you?" He said. "You can use what's on the table." Angela said. Eric swallowed and looked over his shoulder. A thinned-out roll of paper towels lay on its side next to a covered butter dish. He breathed hard, now realizing Angela meant what she said. He realized something else. Angela's request might be a prelude for something more. "Don't you want to do it for me, Eric? I like watching a handsome man." Angela said. She reached up to her chest and pulled the top of her dress to the side. The heavy, round mass of her breast came into view. She caressed herself and Eric watched as her broad, flat nipple swelled and jutted between her fingers. "Yeah." Eric breathed. He nearly dropped the juice glass when he set it on the table. The butter dish clattered when he grabbed it. Dish and paper towel roll resting near his hip, Eric turned to Angela. His mouth fell open when he saw she now caressed both of her breasts. "Feeling shy?" Angela said. A chuckle bubbled in her throat. Eric looked down at himself as he fumbled with his pants. With only a moment's hesitation, he pulled his nearly hard cock out. He glanced at Angela, his red with embarrassment. "Mmm. You're a rather healthy young man, aren't you? Show me just how healthy, Eric." Angela said. He reached for the butter dish. Butter? He thought. The dish rattled as he took the cover off, revealing half a stick of soft butter. He coated his hand and turned back to his wicked muse. "Stroke it for me, Eric. I want you to come hard." She said. Eric gripped his cock and groaned with pleasure. He hardened fully in a second, his body knotting and trembling as he masturbated. He watched Angela fondle her breasts and after only a few moments pulled his hind away from his cock. He gasped as he fought off the orgasm that had ripened much too quickly. "Already?" Angela said. She chuckled. Eric bit his lip and looked down at his glistening cock. He could hardly believe he actually stood in his neighbor's kitchen, masturbating for her. "You can come on my ass, if you promise to lick it clean." Angela said. She turned around and thrust her ass out. She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. Eric felt faint as he watched her fingers walk the hem of her dress up and over her hips. The milk-white skin of her thighs and her round ass pulled at his tortured libido. "Promise?" Angela said. She laughed. Eric shuffled forward, hardly aware of what he was doing. Lust possessed him as he stood only inches from her. He shook and breathed hard as he fought the urge to plunge into her. "Do it, Eric." She said. Eric wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked himself, nearly falling to the floor as he came. He stroked until his orgasm faded to a tingle. Through half-closed eyes Eric watched as his semen slid down Angela's ass. "Now, Eric. On your knees." Angela said. Still catching his breath, Eric did as he was told. Standing on the sidewalk, Eric could scarcely believe any of it had been real. One moment he'd stood within inches of Angela's pale rump, stroking himself. The seeming next he was staggering down the path to the sidewalk. "In a few days, Eric." She'd said as she closed the door. He grinned as he walked back to his house. The buttery act of self-abuse was not the last thing she wanted from him. The kinky and unexpected incident fueled ideas of what sort of things Angela might do. To him. With him. Of what she would have him do to her. Eric breathed fast and hard, his cock swelling. Nearly four nights had passed and he hadn't heard from Angela. The slight anxiety he'd harbored the last couple of days now became fear. Maybe Angela had changed her mind, thinking that Eric was just some stupid kid. The next evening, as he neared his street, Angela pulled up behind him, honking her horn. Eric pulled to the curb and stared at the car drawing alongside his. Anxiety twisted with excitement when he saw her peering through the passenger window. "Nine-thirty." She said. The grin on her face nearly devoured him. The next hour-and-a-half passed slowly. Eric's nerves reacted to even the slightest sound and his cock was all but fully erect. Erotic scenarios burned in his mind of what he and Angela would do. Eric was not a novice when it came to sex, though he'd had only two partners. He felt a fair amount of anxiety when he imagined what sort of appetites Angela might have. Adventurous lust, though, bettered his fears. Nine-thirty neared and Eric practically ran to Angela's house. He kept his cool and simply told his parents he'd be back later. Gripped by either an absurd caution or perhaps a sense of playful intrigue, Eric took his car. He parked on a street a block or two from Angela's. The short walk through the quiet autumn night let him wrestle his nerves into submission. He breathed deep as he walked, pushing away the maddening questions of what Angela would do with him. A brief fear she might want something too weird jarred his step. If so he could always leave. A whispered voice told him he would make a number of exceptions if it meant getting her in bed. The house was dark. Not even a faint glow hid in either window. Eric felt a pang of disappointment and then shook it off. He walked up to the door, ever more certain Angela was elsewhere. The front door opened and Eric nearly jumped. Angela's face, ghostly white, came into view. Her grin was near feral and her eyes radiated pale-blue heat. Eric looked her up and down. As dark as it was, he could see her form quite well. She wore a dark, sheer gown, her naked body obscured only by hundreds of little embroidered diamonds. "Ready?" She said. Eric could only nod, his mouth dry and his breath ragged. His cock swelled as Angela stepped back and he followed her into the house. She closed the door. "Come." She said. She walked toward a dark hallway entrance and Eric followed, his every step wracked with anxiety and arousal. His eyes fixed on the pale shape of her ass as she stepped down the hallway. Angela stopped at a doorway and turned to him. A grin bloomed on her face and Eric nearly came in his pants. She opened the door and a glow of candlelight crept into the hall. Eric followed her, his stomach twitching. A tall, thick candle sat against one wall. He started when he saw a dark figure sitting in a chair. The figure might have been an oblong pile of black clothes but for the white hands hanging off the chair's arm rests. That there was no bed became obvious to him a moment later. "Eric, this is Lily." Angela said. She pressed herself against Eric's side and slid an arm around his waist. The pitch of his lust was tempered by his surprise at seeing someone else in the room. He stared at Lily. She was wrapped head to toe in some sort of black fabric. Almost absurdly large breasts rose and fell as she breathed. The only visible part of her face was her chin and mouth. He bit his lip as he looked at her. Then he thought of when he'd first seen Angela. The night ahead would be weird. He looked at Angela and back to Lily. Wonderful, as well. "Do you want her? She wants you, Eric." Angela said. She leaned into him, the warmth of her and the feel of a breast making his heart race. Eric gasped when she caressed his cock through his pants. He couldn't believe what Angela had in store for him. A threesome, he thought. A noise quivered in his throat. He looked into Angela's eyes. At her breasts. "Take off your clothes." Angela said. She slipped away from him and stepped toward the candle. He stood there for several heartbeats, his eyes jumping from Angela to Lily. She hadn't made a sound, or even moved. Oh my God, he thought, as he imagined what having both women at once would be like. He breathed hard and pulled his shirt over his head. Angela watched him as he undressed, her expression growing amused as his efforts became quick and awkward. Standing in only his briefs, he paused for a moment before pulling those down, as well. Lily let out a coarse sigh. Standing naked before both women, Eric wrestled with both excitement and intimidation. Angela moved to him. Eric looked into her strange, pale blue eyes and bit his lip. A noise escaped his throat when she cupped the head of his cock and caressed him. "Nervous?" She said. Her mouth curled upward in amusement. Eric's cock was nearly erect and arced out and down from his body. "Lie down, Eric." Angela said. She took her hand away from his cock. He looked down and for the first time noticed the oblong area rug stretching out from the wall towards Lily. "Careful. Don't stub your toe." Angela said. Eric blinked and saw a glint at the corner of the rug. An eyebolt had been screwed into the floor. At each of the rug's corners, he saw. The depth of Angela and Lily's inclinations made itself known when Eric saw the coiled black rope lying next to the rug. "Don't be scared, Eric." Angela said. One moment he was standing, looking back and forth between Angela and Lily. The next he was on his back, Angela straddling his thighs. He could feel the smooth dryness of the rug underneath him. He could feel the smooth warmth of Angela's thighs against his own. She leaned forward and to the side, picking up the rope. "Put your hands over your head, Eric." She said. Eric obeyed her, his libido shouting down a distant voice of doubt. He ran his eyes up her body, her pale face peering down at him over the heavy jut of her breasts. He felt the rope cinch around his wrist and knew he had committed himself to the strange appetites of his playmates. She secured his wrists and ankles. Curious, he tested the bonds and realized they were not merely for show. A wave of excitement passed through him. He'd never done anything like this, hadn't ever thought about such things. Lying there so open and exposed generated an anxious thrill he liked. Angela squatted on one side him. She ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and cupped his balls. Eric flinched, sucking in ragged breaths. She squeezed him and Eric groaned. "Hmm. Such a healthy young man. Now we'll see how thoroughly you can be milked." She said. A sigh fell from her mouth. "I'm only sorry I won't be playing with you tonight." Angela said. She traced the sluggish length of his cock with her fingertip. Eric craned his head and watched her stand. Her statement spawned both disappointment and anxiety. That he wouldn't satisfy himself with Angela was, though, only a small disappointment. He lifted his head and gazed at the mysterious figure sitting in the chair. She didn't move or speak. With her head bowed she was a sinister and exotic sight. The slight fear he felt was spiced with need as he watched the rise and fall of her generous breasts. "Now," Angela said. She turned to the candle. "I'll excuse myself and leave you two alone." Eric heard a whisper of air and the room became a chamber of shadows. Angela's gown whispered as she walked to the doorway. He turned his head and watched her pull the door shut as she left the room. The sound of his tense breath was strangely loud. He swallowed and craned his head, his stomach knotting as he looked at Lily. She grunted. Eric found himself writhing against his bonds, his teeth pinching his lip. For a moment he felt an urge to call out to Angela. None of this was what he had expected. A quiver of doubt snagged his thoughts. What if all this was some elaborate punishment? Several moments passed. He almost spoke and thought better of it. For some reason he knew he wasn't to say a word. Another grunt lurched from Lily and she leaned forward. Eric thought she might rise and disrobe. She slid from the chair and onto all fours, her head down as she crawled toward Eric. The way she shifted side to side made Eric think of some great, old spider. He curled his toes and balled his fists as she slowly moved toward him. Something between a laugh and a whimper escaped his throat. He told himself this was all part of the night's odd sexual game. Lily crawled between his legs, her hooded head a foot or so above his groin. She gripped his thighs, her fingernails biting into his flesh. Eric flinched against his bonds, his fingers curling into the palms of his hands. A sound flinched in his throat when he felt the hem of Lily's hood tickle his groin. She lowered her head and hot, damp breath drifted over his cock. His cock stirred. Something like a growl rose up in Lily's throat. Eric pulled against the ropes and stared up at the ceiling. He realized that if this was Halloween, Lily might lift her head and say 'boo!'. She might yet, he thought. Her hands slid over his hips and Eric hardened. Lily grunted approval and her fingers found his waist. She dug her nails into his skin and once again breathed liquid warmth onto his now erect cock. Eric's stomach quivered. His hips bucked as his libido demanded the satisfaction of Lily's mouth. Lily licked his balls. He gasped when he felt her wet tongue slide up and along the length of his cock. She terminated her oral stroke just before reaching the underside of his glans. Eric grunted with frustration and a deep, rough laugh rolled in Lily's throat. She scratched his waist, her sharp nails spawning a vague pain Eric found pleasant. He breathed hard. With every moment now, the weirdness of what he participated in became less and less alien. Even his bound wrists and ankles became more of a liberator than an antagonist. Lily licked the length of his cock again with her heavy, wet tongue. Her strokes always fell just short of satisfying the sharp need to feel her mouth engulf his glans. Eric's breaths became desperate and his hips writhed as he sought her mouth. She chuckled as she expertly evaded his futile attempts at satisfying himself. Her tongue slid over the swollen tip of his cock and Eric moaned, his body tensing. Then her mouth left him completely. She moved further up his body, licking his groin and then his stomach. A trail of thick saliva was left in the wake of her tongue. She moved further up his body. The feel of her mouth and the weight of her breasts against him drove Eric crazy with need. He felt the heat of her belly on his cock and fought the urge to come. Lily licked his nipples and ground herself against his cock. Eric nearly whimpered as he struggled against orgasm. He didn't want this to end yet, no matter how tempting the need. She licked his neck and slid her hips onto his. The garment Lily wore loosened and Eric felt the slick, feverish flesh of her womanhood caressing the length of his shaft. He shivered and craned his head back, his teeth and eyes clenched. She moved her hips, her sex caressing the tip of Eric's member. Pinpricks of pleasure danced on Eric's skin. His entire body was knotted as he fought against the orgasm now roaring toward him. He nearly surrendered to the tense ache filling his cock. That Lily hadn't yet engulfed him was the only thing sustaining his willpower. She shifted again and Eric groaned as Lily's sex slid over the aching head of his cock. She slid the tip of her tongue into his ear, her staccato breaths and the wet sounds as she licked pushing him toward the edge. Through a force of will he never knew he possessed, Eric rode the orgasmic wave. The wave crested and roared when Lily drove herself down on him, her hot, slick flesh a feverish vice as she took his cock within her body. The sensation was endless and Eric felt pulled in every direction at once as his will broke. Lily ground her hips, forcing the head of his cock into ever hotter and wetter depths. The wet sounds of her tongue and the way she grunted overwhelmed Eric and he came. He was half-aware of how the ropes bit into his ankles and wrists. He was wholly and painfully aware of how Lily's sex greedily squeezed. Her wet flesh sucked ever more semen from him. Caressed him until the intensity of his orgasm thinned. Lily rode him, his cock now leaking rather than pouring into her. Slowly Eric's mind was freed from an orgasmic haze. His body went limp and he simply lay there, catching his breath. Lily's movements slowed until she did little more than straddle him, her sex nursing Eric's wilting organ. She dragged fingernails down his chest, a deep chuckle drifting from her. Eric let his eyes open. For moments he could only stare up at her as she looked down at him. He neither screamed nor uttered a noise of surprise or shock. He could only stare. Her face inside the midnight sky of her hood couldn't be real. Not the small, sharp teeth in her mouth, or the skull-like slits where her nose should be. Eric both rejected and accepted what he saw. Especially her eyes. Rings of black fire burned against the dirty yellow of a harvest moon. Those eyes grew larger as Lily bent toward him. Her mouth twisted into a shark's grin. Eric felt his throat work but heard no scream. He heard only the whisper of her gown and the eager rush of her breath. Silent darkness hid his eyes from Lily. |
I moved back in with my parents after graduating from university. I'm not proud of that, but I certainly wasn't the only one in my graduating class who did that. And at least I have a job. It's in retail, but a job is a job. While I was at school, I worked my way up to be an assistant manager at American Apparel, and when I moved back home, they let me transfer to a store near my parents' house. It worked out pretty well, actually. In fact, in the fall, they announced that they'd be opening a new store closer to my home, in the college town one town over. I applied to be the new manager and got the job, which was a great boost. I wasn't the only kid from my town to move back home after school. We all sort of started hanging out together again as though the four years after high school just didn't happen. I spent a lot of time with my friend Macallister. Mac and I went way back. We played doctor together as kids and were friends throughout high school. I'd maybe made out with him a couple of times, but we'd never been on a date or hooked up or anything. But he had grown into himself while we were at university. He came back tall, handsome, and built really nicely. I found myself looking at him in a new way. Or if I'm being honest, I found myself looking at him with lust, while in high school he'd just been cute. Don't tell my boyfriend, though. I left him back at university, where he got a job. I haven't told him about Mac. And Mac had a girlfriend, too. She was grad student at the college in the town over. I also filled out while away. I was a gangly teen, but I grew into my tall frame and got just the right curves, if I do say so myself. My perky breasts stand up on their own and make great cleavage when pressed together by a bra or a lover's hands, and I'm still slim and in great shape from the running I took up in school. I'm Emily, by the way, but people call me Em. In any case, I got the manager job at the new American Apparel and told Mac that he should apply for one of the other new jobs, since he was having a hard time finding work. He landed an assistant manager position, which was great - we'd be working together! It turns out that when they open a new store, they fly the new managers to LA to do some training and so that we learn the brand (or something like that), so Mac and I were on a business trip in LA in October, which seemed like a sweet deal for broke 22-year-olds. We arrived Monday afternoon and had a midday flight home on Thursday. We were picked up by a car service from LAX (which was sweet - never had that service before!) and led on a tour of three American Apparel stores that each had made different decisions - decisions about layout and so on that we were in LA to be looped in on as HQ made them about our store. We shopped a bit in each (I came home with a cute dress and a bikini) and were driven back to our hotel by ten in the evening with instructions to be ready to go at seven the next morning. We said our goodnights and retired to our rooms. The next day - Tuesday - was a busy day at HQ, looking at designs of the store and being trained on all the company's systems. Mac and I learned the registers, the return rules, and how to keep garbage invisible and stock on the shelves. At seven pm, we were deposited back at the hotel. We went to the bar after quickly going to our rooms. I wanted to change into something cute and splash some water on my face. I came down to the bar in a short, flirty, floral print halter top dress - the one I'd picked up the day before. Mac was waiting at the bar, and we ordered two beers before moving to the patio, where we stood at a small table, watching the pool. "I haven't seen this much of you since chemistry class, Em," Mac said. "Is that a complaint?" "Oh, no," he said, "I really like working with you. And seeing you so much." "We do make a good team," I confirmed. "Here's to a new chapter of working together!" We touched our glasses and drank. The first beer was nice. We caught up about our studies in university and our families. The second beer was fun. Mac told me about his college girlfriends. I told him about the time my sophomore roommate had brought home a guy with a cock so enormous that she insisted on showing it to me. We didn't talk about our current significant others. The third beer was flirtatious. "Do you remember Jason's graduation party?" Mac asked. "I've been thinking about it every time I look at you this week." Jason's party was the last of the graduation parties of our friends and a group of maybe six of us stayed late into the night on Jason's porch. "Yeah? What do you think about?" "Well," Mac began, "it got to be late and a handful of us were sticking around. You were wearing a dress that I couldn't take my eyes off of. It was red, short, and showed your cleavage. The dress didn't have a back, either, and I spent the afternoon thinking about you without a bra and wondering what it would be like if you untied the straps around your neck holding the dress on." "Mac!" I slapped his arm playfully. "You were sexy that night." "It was a cute dress," I admitted. "So we were sitting around late into the night and someone - I forget who - asked what our biggest regrets from high school were. Someone said something about not taking enough AP classes." "I remember what you said," I interrupted. "You said you regretted not asking me out. And I blushed so hard." "I don't remember your blush, but I do remember what you did next." "What did I do?" I asked, remembering and feeling a sexual charge in the air. "You stood up and walked over to me," Mac started, taking my hand. "And then you pushed me so that I laid on my back." He moved my hand to his chest. "What next?" I breathed. Mac took my hand and led me to a patio recliner by the pool. He laid down. "You straddled me." I knelt on the recliner, one knee on either side of Mac's waist. "And?" "And you pressed yourself into me." I pushed my panty-clad pussy onto his jeans-encased cock and found it pleasantly hard. "Like this?" As Mac mumbled yes, I changed the angle of my hips to grind my clit against his hard cock. I moaned. Mac thrust his hips. I kept my hands on his chest to steady myself as my pussy got wetter and wetter. "Then what?" I asked. "Then you rubbed your tits." I moved my hands from his chest to mine and started to massage my breasts. His hard cock rubbing against my clit - even through our clothes - was getting to me. I was on fire and remembering how hot I felt at eighteen doing this to Mac in Jason's back yard. I moaned. "And pinched your nipples." Pinching my nipples was the final straw for me four years earlier. I remembered how powerful I felt, using Mac's body to make myself cum in front of our friends. I pinched my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress as Mac described the earlier night. "And then I came," I hissed. "Right there in Jason's back yard with our friends all watching." Mac moaned and pushed his cock harder against me. "Then you stood up," he said, "and pulled your panties down." Oh God, I remembered, I had done that. I flushed with embarrassment and arousal as I stood up to recreate that night. I faced Mac from the foot of the pool lounger he still laid on, his hard-on pressing against his pants. And I looped my thumbs into the hips of my very wet panties and dragged them down my thighs and past my knees. As my panties fell to the ground, I kicked them towards Mac. "And then I said goodnight and went home," I said, turning around and heading to my room. "See you in the morning, Mac." I stayed up for another hour, bringing myself to climax after climax and wondering why I left, both that night in the hotel and the night of the party. I like control, I think. And teasing. And I liked knowing that Mac would be thinking of me that night, too. And I felt a twinge of guilt - what would my boyfriend think? Wednesday morning, I met Mac in the hotel lobby for breakfast. "Sleep well, Mac?" I asked with a wink. He smiled and got more coffee. The day was packed with meetings - we'd be leaving straight from the hotel on Thursday, so this was our last day in HQ. Mac and I caught glimpses of each other, but didn't get to talk about anything other than business until that evening. When the car dropped us off at the hotel, I had an idea. "How about a soak in the hot tub and a bottle of champagne?" I went to my room to put on the new bikini I'd gotten while Mac got the champagne. He didn't have a suit, so he said he'd strip to his boxers. When I came down in my bikini (with a white t-shirt on top to keep me decent), Mac was already in the hot tub and had the champagne waiting in an ice bucket. I peeled off my shirt and threw it on the pile of Mac's clothes and stuck my toe in the hot tub before easing myself all the way in. I sat close to Mac, our bare thighs touching and our bare ribs touching and his arm around my shoulder. Only his thigh was as bare as mine was in a string bikini. Where were the boxers he said he'd be wearing? Was Mac naked? My mind rushed as we opened the champagne and talked about the day, about our plans for the store, and about the busy next few weeks preparing for opening. What would my boyfriend think about me in a tub with a naked man? What would Mac's girlfriend think? After a flute of champagne, I pushed my worries out of my mind. Mac and I were colleagues now, and besides, we weren't both naked. And Mac was covered by the water, so I couldn't really know. After our third flutes, we maybe got a little silly. "You know what your new job means, Mac?" I asked, putting my hand on his thigh. "What, Em?" "It means you're going to be selling sexy clothes to college hotties." "I'm ready for that," he said, his hand starting to play with the strap of my bikini top. "I'm not so sure," I said, standing up in the hot tub to face him. "How would you sell me this bikini?" "You want to roleplay?" he asked. "Consider it part of your job interview, Mr. Assistant Manager." "Well, miss," Mac started his pitch, "this bikini is sure to turn heads at the beach. It's flirtatious and fun." "What do you think about the fit?" "You look great in this, miss. You've chosen the right size - see how your chest fills out the top and how the bottom is snug but not too tight." "You're doing great, Mac," I said, finishing my glass of champagne, "but you can't have a hard-on on the sales floor." "How do you know I have a hard-on?" I stepped forward, putting Mac's knees between my legs, and straddled him the way I had the night before, only this time there was only my bikini bottom between us. I pressed myself into him, rubbing his hard cock along my pussy lips. I shuddered with the sensation. Was this going too far? "It's in your eyes," I whispered into his ear, leaning forward and putting my bikini-covered breasts just an inch from his mouth. His cock twitched. "I guess we'll have to practice." I was turned on again. Something about the flirting, the warm jets of water, and the champagne. I wanted Mac. But I had that boyfriend. Long distance was hard, I thought. Like Mac's cock, I thought. Teasing was ok, I decided. Innocent fun, I decided. Mac's hands moved up my sides to my ribs, and then, slowly, he reached for the bikini tie on my back. "Don't," I hissed. "This is just innocent fun." Mac's hands went back to my hips and he pulled me firmly into his lap, pulled my pussy harder against his cock. "Innocent fun," he said. I stood up again. "Mac," I said, moving the sit on the edge of the hot tub, "can you tell me about the material of this bikini?" I spread my legs and leaned back on my elbows. Mac waded over to me and kneeled between my legs, his face eight inches from my bikini bottoms. He leaned his arms on my thighs, and then extended a hand to my hip. "Well," he said, running his finger along the edge of my bikini bottom, starting at my hip and slowly moving toward my pussy, "you can see the seam is expertly crafted." His touch was electric and my hips involuntarily rose as his finger traced my most intimate area. I moved his thumb to my clit. "Tell me how this fabric feels." Mac massaged my clit through the bikini bottoms. "Well, the fabric is synthetic, which means that..." "Oh!" I moaned. "Just taste it already." Mac's tongue explored my pussy through the bikini bottom and teased the bare skin around it while his nose pressed into me. Mac slipped his tongue under the fabric. While his hot lips on my pussy were a delightful shock, I suddenly realized (again, I guess) what we were doing. "We can't, Mac," I said, moving his face away from me. I went to bed and furiously fingered myself. Mac and I didn't talk about those nights, but we did continue to flirt. We got home on Thursday afternoon and I didn't see Mac for a week or so after that. I did, however, get a surprise visit from my boyfriend. I was coming home from spending Saturday afternoon at the pool with some girlfriends, and found my boyfriend sitting at the kitchen table. Matt took the weekend away to see me. Like I said, I was coming home from the pool, wearing my new bikini with a short red tennis skirt and a white button-down on top. The shirt was unbuttoned to my navel and tucked in to show off my bikini top. Matt whistled at me. "Matt!" I called, and took his hand, dragging him to my bedroom. I didn't let him talk, just pushed him down onto my bed, where he laid on his back while I straddled him. I undid his jeans while rubbing his hardening cock. "I'm so glad to see you," I mumbled into his mouth. "I've been needing this," I whispered as I pulled off his pants and boxers and stood to move them to the floor. Still standing, I reached under my skirt and pulled down my bikini bottom. This, I thought, is how I should have done this for Mac. But Matt, my Matt, was here and his cock was rock hard and staring at me the way a particularly nice cock does. My pussy had been wet and ready to be fucked for days. I resumed my position straddling Matt and slowly lowered my pussy to his cock. I ran my slit along the length of his cock, getting him wet with my juices. I slid my pussy along his cock until the tip was at my entrance. And then I shifted my hips to let him in. "Oh God, Mac," I said involuntarily and froze, willing Matt not to notice what I'd called him. He kept thrusting. And I kept screaming Mac's name. We didn't last much longer as a couple, but I sure did have a good time fucking him that weekend. As soon as Matt left town, I was busy busy busy with the new store opening. Mac, the team, and I got the whole thing put together in time for our opening, which was lively. Mac and I, as the ones in charge, took turns supervising different parts of the store on opening day. We'd had to make regular schedules that meant our time in the store didn't overlap too much - one of us needed to be there at all times, at least to start, so we couldn't be there together much. But opening day, we were both there. He started watching supervising the back of the store and the changing rooms, while I started at the cashiers and keeping an eye of the front of the store. Then we'd swap every couple of hours. While I was in the back, watching the changing rooms and the lingerie and underwear displays, three young women came in, giggling with each other. Now, I'm not a lesbian or anything, but I can recognize a sexy woman when I see one. And these were sexy women. Not in a Playboy-centerfold way, but in a normal sexy way. Anyway, the three of them were holding up shirts and skirts and bras and panties and thongs and bodysuits to themselves, choosing a couple each to try on. And I found myself getting a little excited. These sexy women were going to strip in my store, separated from the 19-year-old boy we'd had staff the changing rooms that day by only a curtain. The young women brought their selections to the changing rooms and Jimmy - the 19-year-old at the desk - counted the items and handed them the customary plastic discs and showed them to changing rooms. Then Jimmy watched them go into the stalls. And kept watching. I was rooting for him to catch a peek, honestly. And maybe I wanted a peek myself. The women didn't offer a peek. Instead, they all three came out of their stalls in the lingerie they'd tried on and showed it off to each other. The first was wearing a lace bra-and-panty set. As she modeled it for her friends, she spun around and tugged at the elastic to demonstrate the fit. Jimmy couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and neither could I. I imagined myself in her shoes. She must know that she's got the eye of every man nearby. I was getting a thrill of imagining doing what she was. Feeling myself barely clothed for a store full of strangers. And then she pushed her breasts together, showing her cleavage to her friends and also to Jimmy and to me. Jimmy's mouth hung open. The other two women were wearing bodysuits - what we used to call leotards. As they modeled for each other, I left the show to relieve Mac. I knew he'd want to see whatever they tried on next. "Mac," I said, finding him at his station watching the cashiers and the front of the store. "Yes, Em?" "You should go watch the back of the store." "Why's that?" I stood closer to him to whisper what I'd seen in his ear, and he hurried away with a quick thanks. The rest of the afternoon sped by and before I knew it, Mac and I were alone in the store doing the last of the tidying and locking up. "You missed a great show," Mac said as we folded panties. "I saw a pretty good show." "It got better," he insisted. "I got there as the girls came out of their changing stalls - I guess for round two of trying on outfits." "What were they wearing?" "Two of them were in the usual outfits we see in here - jean shorts and a black bra under a thin, white, see-through shirt. But the other one was in jean shorts over a backless bodysuit that showed off a lot of sideboob and cleavage. It was sexy as hell - like she was just innocently wearing her outfit and it just happened to show off her breasts and bare back." "Was that it? That got you all excited?" "Well, yeah," Mac answered, "that did get me all excited, but it got better. They came out again. Two in like graphic tees or something, but the third - the same one - in white panties and -" Mac went to a display of lace shirts - "this shirt." He held up a black lace shirt that was basically entirely see-through and handed it to me. "And her friends shrieked. 'I can see your nipple!' one of them said loudly. And she just stood there. And then pinched her nipples through the shirt." "Did you get a good look?" "I was too far away to see her tits, but it was so hot knowing that she was exposing herself to the store. Who knew that people wore this stuff? I guess that's why we sell it!" I smiled, still holding the shirt up to myself. Did I dare wear something like this? Thinking about being that woman showing off to Jimmy, to Mac, and to me was getting me turned on. Mac was still talking. "What?" I asked. "I asked if you wanted to try on that shirt." I swatted Mac playfully. He probably knew how much I wanted to try that shirt on for him. And part of me really wanted to. "You wish," I answered. Mac grumped about it for a second and then kept telling me about what he'd seen. After the three young women left, apparently there had been another exciting adventure in the changing rooms. "So this woman comes in - maybe a college senior - with two young men who must be freshmen or sophomores. And they're clearly in love and she loves how much they adore her. She's got a couple of things to try on. "She goes into the changing booth while the boys stand outside. And a minute or two later she comes out in - let me find it - this." Mac led me to the dresses section and pulled up a little black dress with black polka dots in a different fabric. "Try it on," Mac suggested. A dress? That I was willing to try on for Mac. So we walked back to the changing rooms and I slipped into one of the stalls, and stripped to my bra and panties. I held up the dress, noticed how low the back was cut, and shed my bra, too. What the hell, I thought to myself, might as well have some fun, so I slipped my panties off, too. Mac would never know, I thought to myself. Just a thrill for me. Naked in my store on opening day. I pulled the dress on over my head and opened the curtain to see Mac waiting for me. "Did the boys like this dress?" I asked, turning around for Mac. "They did." The dress came to not quite halfway down my thighs. The low back showed off my back, and a high collar covered up my cleavage. It was sleeveless, and the arm holes almost came down to my waist, exposing not only my lack of a bra, but also the side of my breasts. "The boys especially liked the sideboob," Mac noted helpfully. "What about you?" "I like the dress better on you," Mac said, stepping close. My breathing quickened as he put his hands on my waist and brought me closer. "She was wearing panties, though," he whispered in my ear. I blushed. "How did you know?" "She flipped up the skirt as she went back into the changing stall. Drove the boys wild." "And you?" "Drove me wild, too. But not as wild as when you'll do it." He knew that I'd flash him my bum. And I knew it, too. So I did it as I went back into the stall. I closed the curtain after me and stripped the dress off. I threw it over the curtain rod and Mac took it from the other side. "What did she try on next?" I asked, naked in the changing stall just inches from Mac and separated only by the curtain. "Stay put a sec," Mac instructed, and he came back a moment later and tossed a bodysuit over the curtain. This was a full-coverage bodysuit except for a mesh V panel in the front that ran from shoulders to crotch. I was getting turned on enough to try it on for Mac, so I pulled it on and checked myself out in the mirror. I gaped at my reflection. The mesh V down the front of the bodysuit showed a lot of cleavage, which was fun. The bodysuit squeezed my breasts together and my cleavage was stunning. But the V kept going down, showing off my flat belly, barely concealed behind the mesh panel. And further south, the mesh hardly covered my neatly trimmed pubes. The mesh ended just at my vagina, where the crotch of the bodysuit was solid fabric. I opened the curtain, drunk on opening day jitters and turned on by showing myself off to Mac. When I opened the curtain, I showed Mac my cleavage, my belly, and my pubes. And Mac looked at me, carefully taking it all in. "You pig," I said after I couldn't bear the silence any more. "You're gorgeous." Mac answered, and I just melted. I was his, girlfriend be damned. "What did she try on next?" I asked, wanting to prolong the show. "Well, it was pretty risque." "Yeah?" I wanted risque. "I'll go and get it for you." While Mac went to get whatever the woman had tried on earlier, I stepped into a changing stall and stripped off the bodysuit. And then I got antsy, so I threw it over the curtain, leaving me nude with nothing to wear, having left my clothes in another stall. As I waited, my hand found its way to my pussy. I wondered what was in store for me. What he going to bring a bikini? Maybe he would bring a string bikini and tell me that she couldn't figure out how to tie it herself, so she came out clutching the scraps of fabric to herself and the boys, with their wandering hands and eyes, had to dress her in the skimpy suit. My finger had found my clit and I moaned - softly - imagining what Mac would have me do. Maybe the woman had tried on just a thong and come out into the store topless. Maybe she showed her bare breasts to her puppy-dog boys and Mac and the whole store. I thought about how brave she was and imagined opening the curtain to show Mac my bare tits. I was getting even more turned on. Maybe she tried on that mesh bodysuit - the one with the big holes in it that seemed to only serve to show what you had on (or didn't have on!) underneath. Maybe she came out wearing only that, showing her tits and pussy to the boys and Mac and everyone. Mac returned as I imagined putting that bodysuit on and bending over, showing a store of strangers my wet pussy. He didn't hand me that bodysuit. He didn't hand me a thong. He didn't hand me a bikini. He handed me a tank top. "She wore her panties," Mac said as he passed the tank over the curtain, "but you can go without if you want." I didn't see that I had a choice - the tank was all I had to put on! This was hardly risque, I thought, holding the pale green tank top. And then I read the tag: Unisex See Thru Tank. I pulled it over my head and looked at myself in the stall mirror. The tank clung to me, since he'd brought an extra small. And my tits were definitely on display. Was I brave enough to wear this in front of Mac? I felt my wetness start to run down my thighs. I was definitely horny enough to wear this in front of Mac. I looked at my thighs to see if Mac would be able to tell how turned on I was, and realized that the tank came to just below my hips, putting my pussy on display. I tugged the bottom hem down to cover - as well as a see-through tank could - my pussy. Here goes, I thought, noticing how pulling down on the bottom hem made my breasts even more obvious. I stepped through the curtain with one hand holding the tank in front of my crotch. Mac whistled. "I didn't think you'd do it," he said. I smiled, gamely. "What did the boys think of their friend in this tank?" "Oh, they loved it. They loved her. And she played it up for them, posing in different ways, pressing her breasts together, lifting the tank to show her belly, you know, flirty stuff." "I'm not lifting this tank up for you," I said. I stepped closer to him. "But I will let you look at my ass." Mac walked around me to get a good look at my ass. The tank was short enough that, even pulling the front down, my whole ass was on display. Mac stared. I could feel his eyes boring into my ass. I inched my feet apart, slowly, until they were shoulder distance and then I bent forward slightly, giving Mac a tour of my ass while holding onto a shred of my modesty. His breathing was getting quicker. I snuck a look over my shoulder and gasped at the obvious bulge in Mac's pants. And that's when I got daring. Still holding the hem of the tank in front, I inched it up, exposing my pussy to the store. But we were closed and Mac was behind me - no one would see. So I kept lifting the tank up until it sat just below the swell of my breasts. As I bared myself, I felt myself getting ever wetter. My thighs must be glistening. Could Mac tell? Did he know how wet I was? How I'd fuck him if he so much as touched me? I ached for Mac to take a step forward and press his bulging jeans to my ass. I ached for Mac to put his strong hand on my neck and bend me forward until I showed him my pussy from behind. I ached for Mac to free his cock and slide it into me. "Take it off," was all Mac said. I did it. I lifted the tank up, releasing my breasts to the cold air of the store and dragging the tank over my head. I tossed the tank over my shoulder in Mac's direction. And then it hit me. I was naked in the store I managed. With Mac, my friend, crush, and employee. On opening day. With my own pussy juices coating my inner thighs. I panicked. My arms snapped to cover my pussy and breasts and I asked, meekly, for Mac to get me my dress. He brought me the dress and turned around while I shimmied back into it. "We still need to fold those panties," I said, knowing we still had work left before we left. No matter how much I blushed or how turned on I was or how uncomfortable Mac's pants had become, we couldn't just leave. While we finished tidying the store, I snuck into the changing stall where I'd left my panties and bra. I stuffed the bra into my bag - there was no way I was going to take this dress off again until I was home and alone. I considered the panties, though. I could put them in my bag, too, and get home without any panties on under my - I suddenly realized - pretty short dress. A familiar tingling deep in my pussy suggested that I liked the idea. So I balled the panties in my hand and went to reach into my bag, but stopped short. Maybe I'd put them in Mac's bag instead. Hope his girlfriend didn't find them. Maybe he'd think about how much I turned him on that night. Maybe he'd masturbate into them. I put them in Mac's bag. We went our separate ways that night without much more said between us. But I sure as hell was thinking about things between us when I laid on my bed late that night, exploring my pussy with my fingers, wishing they were Mac's. Things were uneventful after that for a bit. Mac and I didn't see much of each other alone, so all we did was talk business, maybe joke around some. But we didn't flirt a whole lot. Company rules were that employees had to wear American Apparel gear on the sales floor at all times, so I was updating my wardrobe. I took cues from Mac's descriptions of the women he saw, but kept it safe for work. I wore that bodysuit with the mesh V from shoulder to pussy, but I paired it with a black skirt, so it just showed some killer cleavage. Mac couldn't keep his eyes off of me that day. Neither could any of the men in the store. And I wore the skater dress with the deep armholes. I thought about it, and decided not to wear panties with it. Bold and daring, that was me that day. I don't think anyone knew for sure, but Mac's eyes betrayed how much he hoped I was panty-less. I also wore the lace top and the see-through tank, but with nude bras. And then a white lace top and a white see-through tank with my black wonderbra. Those were popular days for me. I was getting a lot of attention as I spiced up my wardrobe, I guess, because one day I got a call from LA: headquarters wanted me in a photo shoot. So they flew a brand manager and photographer out to our little town and we set aside a whole day for taking pictures. They asked me to bring a male store employee, too, so I took Mac. We went to the hotel suite where they'd set up. "You know American Apparel ads," they said by way of introduction. "They're racy. We shoot raw, sexy, ads. You know what you're in for?" I nodded, and Mac grinned. "You done this before?" We shook our heads. "Ok, so here's what we're gonna do. You're going to be uncomfortable getting all sexed up for the camera, so we're going to do what we call exposure therapy. Know what that is?" We didn't. "It's where you treat a phobia by exposing the patient to it. If you're afraid of spiders, the shrink'll put a thousand on your skin. Water, throw you in a lake. In your case, we're gonna treat your discomfort with exposing yourselves to the camera by starting with the raciest poses." I blushed. "Ok," I croaked. The brand manager handed me a thong. I blushed even more. "Go to the bedroom, strip, and put the thong on. We'll be in there shooting film in five minutes. Make sure you're on the bed." I followed his instructions. I went into the bedroom, stripped naked, and pulled on the thong. I lay face down on the bed and hardly caught my breath before the door opened. "Great," the brand manager said. The photographer just snapped shot after shot. "Now sit up with a hand over your tits." I followed his instructions. "Push them together." "Spread your legs." "Lean back on the bed." "Now cover your tits with one arm." "And move the other hand - slowly - to your panties." "Nice. Just finger the waist for a second." "Now touch your pussy on the outside of the thong." "And spread your fingers so that we see your thong between them." "Now slide your fingers inside the waistband of your panties." "Just touch your clit with the middle finger." "Ok, Mac, join her." I was practically panting from putting on the show for the photographer. I was so turned on from the moment I got on the bed that I didn't even notice Mac in the room. Or that he was wearing only a pair of briefs. With an unmistakable bulge. Mac laid on the bed next to me. "Put your arm around her neck, Mac." "Yeah, just leave your fingers on her breast." "Scoot closer, you two." "Now put your other hand on her belly." "Spread your legs more - put your leg over his." "Mac, move the belly hand lower." "That's it, just go until you feel pubes." "Arch your back, sweetheart." "You two are great. Relax." Mac's hand left my pubes. I pulled my fingers away from my clit - any more and I'd be moaning loudly. I hardly had a chance to breathe before the brand manager wanted us to change positions. "Mac, stay where you are. Em, straddle him, facing us." I moved on top of Mac, keeping an arm over my tits the whole time. In a minute, my knees were on either side of his thighs, my hot and aching pussy three inches and a thong from his bulging briefs. "Mac, adjust your cock so it points to your chin." I looked down as Mac adjusted himself, and found myself facing the tip of his cock poking out from his briefs. "Great. Take one breast in each hand, Em." I squeezed my breasts for the camera. "Now lower yourself slowly." My pussy inched towards Mac's cock. I felt the heat emanating off of him until it was right there and I felt the spark of our connection. "Throw your head back." "Pinch your nipples." "Rock your hips." "Now lift your hair above your head with both hands." Before I knew it, I was doing it, exposing my breasts to the camera while grinding into Mac's cock. I was going to cum from the attention and from how Mac's cock felt against my pussy. But they interrupted our dry humping. "Costume change, Em. Lose the thong and put this on." The brand manager tossed me a red see-through tank top. I put it on, slid the thong down my legs, and resumed my position on top of Mac. This time with just his briefs separating us. Unless I scooted back an inch. If I scooted back an inch, the tip of his cock would be right at my entrance with nothing between us. So I scooted back an inch, getting the tip of Mac's cock wet, but not putting it inside me. We were friends, and that would cross a line. Even as turned on as I was, I still had limits. But boy did I want to cross those limits. I was gently rocking my hips, dragging my pussy along the length of Mac's cock when I felt a spray of water. "We want you to look sweaty," the brand manager said by way of explanation as he sprayed me with a mist of water, dampening my already transparent tank. "And keep a hand between your pussy and the camera - this isn't porn." I complied. "Hands on her hips, Mac." Mac pulled me onto him and eased me further back, aligning his cock and my entrance. Just a thrust would impale me on his cock. I ached for him to thrust into me at the same time as I struggled to control myself. |
"Ok guys, we need another costume change. Mac, try this on." I rolled onto my back on the bed while Mac pulled on the tank top they gave him. "And lose the briefs." Mac's cock was totally exposed now, and I knew what was coming. They'd put me next to it. They'd put my pussy on it. Nothing between us. And they'd take pictures of me fucking Mac. "Stand up, Mac. Against this wall." "And Em, kneel in front of him." I knelt, my face an inch from Mac's twitching cock. "Hands on his hips, Em." "And hands on her head, Mac." They were having us simulate fellatio, I guess. Mac's hands on the back of my head gently pulled me forward. I looked up at him and smiled, my nose almost touching his cock. I eased my tongue out. Maybe just a taste would be ok. He looked delicious. "On the bed, you two," I was interrupted. Mac laid back on the bed and the brand manager directed me to kneel between his legs. In this position I was showing the photographer and brand manager my wet, gaping pussy. "We'll take these from the side, but you've got to hide that cock." Mac held his piece between his legs. "Not you, Mac. Your hands behind your head. Lift your knee a bit, though." "Em, get your face in his pubes. Look at the camera. Hold his cock down." I held Mac's cock down, hiding it from the camera behind his leg. "Now get on top of him." I straddled Mac, my wet pussy against his hard cock, both of us wearing only increasingly sweaty tank tops. "Are you gonna let them fuck already?" the photographer asked. "First I need a couple of shots. Em, cover your pussy with your hands. And hide that cock between your ass cheeks." I slid Mac's cock across my pussy lips and behind me, then put my hands at my pussy so that the brand manager would have his shot. "Slide back; I want to see his pubes and a hint of cock." I inched back, running my pussy along the length of Mac's cock, but keeping my hand in front to keep the photos decent enough. "Great." I kept sliding my pussy further back until I felt the tip of Mac's cock back at my entrance. I needed him, these pictures be damned. "Em," Mac said as his cock found my entrance. "Lift your ass up some," the brand manager directed. I lifted my ass, but kept Mac's cock ready to enter my pussy. Mac's length was on full display for the camera. I wasn't going to pretend any more. I pinched my nipples and moaned. "Lift your hips an inch, Mac," the brand manager whispered. Mac's cock slid into me. Finally. I impaled myself on him as he thrust deeper into me. I was vaguely aware of the photographer still taking pictures, but the brand manager stopped directing. He was just watching. And rubbing his bulging package. My hands fell to Mac's chest as his found my tits. "Em," he croaked, "I've been wanting you for years." His admission and his hands on my breasts pushed me over the edge. I came and came, gushing my juices onto Mac and the hotel bed. Mac was fast on my heels. As I started to come down from my orgasm, I felt his jet of hot spunk rush into me. I collapsed onto Mac, and the brand manager and photographer let themselves out. "What's your girlfriend going to think of the ad campaign?" I asked. I look at the thermometer. No, I don't go outside or get out of my recliner and walk to the window so I can see the old fashioned thermometer on the porch. Hell a coupla years ago one of the boys gave me this new fangled one that sits on the bookcase where I can see it from my chair. All electronic ya know. Has this here outside thingie that radios the temperature and humidity right into my house so I don't haveta get offa my ever enlarging tushie ta see it's too damn hot to go outside and knock around. Musta been a good present. Took the wife and me three days to get it working and then I had to have one of the boys help with it. Alla this new 'lectric stuff is like that. A three year old can just take it and make it go. Us old farts have to call them for help. Shit, look at my cell phone. Wanna make a phone call? Ok, fine. Push the button on the side. Slide yer finger across the front of it. Push the little phone button then tap the button of the man's head. Run your finger up the phone and watch alla the names go by until you find the one ya want. Tap the screen a coupla more times and the phone rings. Well that's the way ya do it unless you're in the car. If you're in the car just say, "Call Joe" and the mouthy bitch in the dashboard says "Calling Joe using Jim's phone." The wife looks over at you and says, "Honey what are you calling Joe for? You know he works in a high security area and has to leave his phone in a locker at the door." Oh, Crap. She's right. "Cancel" "Call cancelled." "Thanks Bitch." "Honey were you talking to me?" "Uh, no honey. Why?" Crap. I look outside from my recliner. I almost need to mow the grass but as hot and dry as it is if I do it might kill some of it. Besides, I look at the fancy thermometer on my bookcase. It's 10:30 in the morning and already 92 degrees. Weather service web site says high of 99 today. Guess I won't bother with the mowing today. Hell I can't even go outside and fuck around. Damn medicine I take says stay out of heat and sun. I believe it. Every time I ignore the small print and go outside I get dizzy and weak and feel like crap. Of course the damn allergies don't help much. Crap. Wonder what's on TV. I pick up the remote off the table beside my recliner and scroll through the channels. Crap. Not a damn thing on I want to watch. We have 157 damn channels and there's nothing on to watch. Crap. There were a few good movies on but I've seen them a million times. I could almost act the main parts myself. I toss the remote onto the table and it slides off on the floor. Crap. Now I have to try and pick it up. You know how far down the damn floor has gotten for a man my age? Maybe I'll try to read. I don't have any good books to read that I don't almost have memorized. Maybe one of my favorite authors has posted something new online. A lot of the crap posted is pretty bad but some of the guys and gals do it right. Hell, it's amateur writing for craps sake. You shouldn't expect professional quality here but from reading some of the comments left by Mr. Anonymous that is what's expected. They seem to take fiction personally and attack the author personally because the story that is labeled fiction doesn't agree with their picture of how things should be or are. Ok, that took a couple of hours. Read a couple of interesting short stories. I sure like it when some of the masters post something. Guess I'll go online and see if I can play some poker. Hope I don't run into a Macho asshole that throws his play money into the pot trying to scare off someone with just a mediocre hand so he can brag about how he bluffed him out. I know I shouldn't play as if the money was real but I do. After all, the idea of the site is to entertain and "sharpen your poker skills". Of course the site is commercial so they have to have some way to make a buck. Well, I won over $30,000 pretend dollars in a couple hours. Guess my pretend family will eat their pretend food for a while. Tired of this. Wonder what else I can do? Hum, solitaire on the ole computer? Naw. Really, really tired of that Crap. Well, guess I'll write on another of my stories. The one I'm working on is already much longer than I like. I guess my topic was too broad. Have over 60 pages and am just about two thirds done with it. Even with that many pages I feel as if I have glossed over many potentially interesting things that I could have written about. Guess I'll have to go in and add something in a place or two before I go farther. This one may be 100 pages before I complete it. Sure am tired of writing it already but I have so much time invested I WILL finish it. Sometime. Soon. "Hey honey. Why don't we get in the car and take off for a few days?" "You know we can't dear. You have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and we have to go to the dentist on Thursday." "Well we could leave Friday for a week or so." "No, you know I can't do that. I have my quilt guild meeting Saturday." "Well how about leaving Sunday?" "No that won't work. We have the man coming to install your parent's new toilets Monday. You know you should be there to help them." "OK, ok. We can leave Tuesday then." "Well I guess we could but we would have to come back Wednesday. I have a doctor's appointment Thursday morning and another one Friday morning." "Oh. Crap. I reach for the phone. I'll call my youngest son. Maybe he can talk. Push the button, slide the finger, tap the phone icon, tap the little man's head and shoulders, slide my finger up until I find my youngest son's name. Tap it. Ok, what time is it there? He's two hours earlier than we are. Which of these phone numbers do I want to call—home, mobile or work? Crap, it doesn't matter. He always has his cell with him. Tap that button. Ring, ring, ring, ring. "I'm sorry I can't answer my phone right now. Leave a message at the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." End the call and toss the damn phone onto the table beside my recliner. Hum, it's almost noon. Wonder what's for lunch. I'm not really hungry but it's almost time to eat. That'll fill in a few minutes. Sure hope it's something that tastes good. Nothing seems to taste good lately. "Honey what's for lunch?" "I don't know. What sounds good?" "I don't know. It's almost noon. Haven't you got anything out to fix?" "No. I didn't think of it." Crap. I wander into the kitchen to see what's there. Fridge has a few left over's in it. Nothing looks good. I take a sip of coke and walk back to the recliner. Crap. Guess I'll work on my story again for a few. I sit typing for a few minutes and watch as the wife goes into the kitchen. I hear some clatters and clangs then the microwave begins humming. Guess she's throwing something together for the lunch I'm really not hungry for. Ring, ring, ring. I pick up the phone. It's the youngest son. "Hey dad. What do you need?" "Nothing. Just thought we could talk for a few." "Oh. I was worried. I thought maybe something had come up with mom's cancer. I'm in the middle of a tactical exercise here (he's in the army and is a "Operational Controller"—I think that's the proper term—at the National Training Center at Ft. Irwin, CA.) and I can't talk. I need to go. Let me know if something comes up. I'll call you when I have time and we'll talk." Well, that went well. I throw the phone on the table and hear, "Honey lunch's ready." I wander into the kitchen and see the leftovers I saw in the fridge now steaming appetizingly (not) on the counter awaiting my attention. Wow. After my exciting lunch I wander back to my chair once again. Maybe someone has posted some new stories. Well, I guess not. Solitaire here I come. Hey, it's finally dark outside. Maybe I can go to bed. Well, it's only ten p.m. but I'll try to sleep. There's nothing else to do. Damn. Shouldn't have drunk so much water yesterday. I need to piss. When I piss I see it's already 11:23 p.m. Wow. Crap. Need to piss again. Oh, boy. It's almost 1:30 a.m. now. Finally I see dawn breaking. I stumble into the bathroom once more. Finally, I can get up. It's 6:30 a.m. That was a pretty good night. I only had to get up four times to piss. Damn I sure hurt. The whole body aches. Sure wish I could have at least one morning a week when I felt like I did when I was in my thirties or forties. Crap. Think I'll sit on the front porch before it gets too hot and watch the kittens play. Sure wish I had a dog but if we ever got to go anywhere it would be almost impossible with a dog. You can leave outside cats alone and them take care of themselves. I hate cats. I pour my first cup of coffee for the day and take a sip. Tastes like crap. I used to enjoy coffee in the morning. This new stuff is crap. I step onto the porch and one of two things will happen. I will either trip over the damn kittens or they will be nowhere in sight. I hat cats. They're always under foot. Wish I had a dog. Crap. I need to buy some new cushions for these chairs. I forget to put them up and the damn cats climb up on them and get them dirty. Looks like someone ate a mouse or rat on my wife's chair last night. There is some bloody fur on it. Crap. I'd better wipe it off before she comes out and tries to sit down. No cats in sight. Oh, wait, here comes momma cat. At least she's polite. Hates to have us touch her. All she wants from us is her food. Damn cats. I have the kitten's treats but they're nowhere to be seen. Every time we have meat of any kind I cut the fat and gristle into little chunks and give the kittens a little. My wife says if I didn't do that they wouldn't be under my feet so badly. Damn cats. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Fuck, here comes momma cat. "I don't want you bitch. Where's the babies? Kitty, kitty, kitty." Crap. Still no kittens. Guess I'll just have my coffee and watch the sun come up over the hill and barn. The door opens. Huh. The wife's up early today. It's only about eight. "Honey what are you doing out here? You know I have a doctor's appointment this morning. We only have a little over an hour to get there (we live about 40 miles from town). You need to hurry and get dressed so we can go. I don't know why you have to sit out here naked. What if someone came down the road?" "We live on a dead end private drive. Its ¾ mile to the highway. If they come down here fuck them if they don't like to see my fat old body. It's hot out here and I'm on my own property. I'll dress like I want to." "Well come on in. We need to go." Crap, traffic's bad today. No one knows how to drive any more. "Move it asshole. The damn light's been green long enough for two cars to get through." BANG! Lurch. My neck and back twist and it feels as if my arms are driven back past my shoulders. The wife screams. CRAP I've just been rear ended and we're driving the almost new car. I get out of my car and walk to the rear. There's about four feet between my SUV and another, older one. A big honkin' woman gets out of her SUV and says, "I'm sorry. The light was green and I didn't see you there. Is there any damage?" Crap. Didn't SEE me? I'm driving a damn candy apple red SUV and you didn't see me? Crap. Believe me lady if the asshole in front of me had moved when the light turned green I would have been gone and out of your damn way. Of course as soon as we got hit he took off like a scalded cat. Damn, now that you mention it, I hate cats. Ok, ok. Exchange information. Thankfully there's no serious damage. The rubber on the back bumper is scuffed. I look under the car and everything seems ok. Enough of this crap. "Look lady. I know you're sorry. I don't have time for this. The wife's already almost late for her visit to the Oncologist. Look, I gotta go." "I'm sorry. I didn't see you." Finally, we get to the Oncologist's office. We're only ten minutes late. WHAT THE FUCK? We've been sitting here for thirty minutes. What's going on? The wife goes up to the window. When she comes back she says, "They're having to get some approval from the insurance company and the woman who has to sign the papers is out to lunch. It'll be another thirty minutes or so. Crap. "Ruth?" Well, finally. I look up and the nurse is standing there looking around. I have to say, "I'm sorry. She went to the rest room. She'll be back in a minute." "Ok." The wife comes back. I say, "They called you while you were gone." She looks around. No nurse. Crap. We sit another ten minutes and hear, "Ruth". This time we get up and follow the nurse back into the Chemo treatment area. We take our seats and the nurse gets vitals and plays twenty questions. You know—"Do you have pain? On a scale of one to ten... Are you tired? Ok, on a scale of one to ten..." Crap. "Ok honey. We'll get back to you as soon as we can. The insurance company is having their doctor review the necessity for this shot (It's for medication to increase white blood cells). It shouldn't be too much longer. "Why are you doing that?" "Well we have to get treatment approved before we provide it or it won't be covered." "I know that but why are you doing it today? We got a letter after her first chemo treatment that this shot would be covered." "Oh. We've given you this med before? I wish you'd told us that and we wouldn't have had to do all this paperwork again." Crap. Well, finally we can go home. I sure want to be home. I'm tired of this crap. Fuck, look at all the damn people and cars. Maybe one of the cats will let me pet it when we get home. Finally. We're home. Damn I'm tired. Well, wonder what I can do with the rest of the day. Guess I'll look and see if someone posted a new story or another chapter on one I'm reading. Sure wish the authors would either post more often or wait until the story was completed before posting. Sometimes it is so long between chapters I forget what went on before and I have to read some of the earlier chapters again. Well, one of the guys posted another two chapters. Great. I have something to do for a few minutes. Nothing on the damn TV again. Wow. It's getting dark outside. I can go to bed soon. Maybe that'll pass some time. Sure hope I sleep better tonight. Maybe some Tylenol PM will help. WOW. That wasn't a bad night. I was only up twice. Wonder if the kittens are on the porch this morning. Maybe they will play for a while. Crap I sure hurt. I'm getting tired of this crap. Damn, gotta go in. It's already 87 out here and its only 9 a.m. I'm beginning to feel bad from the heat. Crap. Surprise, surprise. Nothing on the TV again. Guess I'll write about all this crap. |
The problem with the typical family is typically they have dogs. This isn't so much a problem until one has to go on vacation, and the question is asked: "what do we do with the dogs?" The answer to that is the new service field of dog/house sitter. And in my case it proved to have a very positive effect on life. This past Christmas we were planning the 10 day Exodus to the south to escape freezing temps and enjoy some holiday golf. The dog issue came up and my wife suggested that a friend from school (Masters program you know) had a daughter that would be more than willing to look after my beloved Greyhounds. Better still was that they (she was a Senior in High School) lived close enough that she could either drive or snowmobile over and that sleeping over wouldn't pose a problem, so my hounds would have quality "people time" for the week plus separation. Now I had never met Megan, but her mother was attractive and pleasant, and always bragged about what a responsible and good kid her daughter was. When she came over to get instructions on how to feed and what to do, I was busy working on the computer in the study. She popped in with my wife to say hello. She looked like your average high school kid, blonde hair, blue eyed and a smile that some orthodontist was very proud of. She only peeked around the corner and having a ski hat and jacket on so I couldn't make any assessment on her physical attributes. The day before we left my wife came up to me carrying our "toy bag." This black leather pouch about the size of an average phone book was the depository for our sex toys. Its contents include several vibes, dildo with suction cup, small butt plug vibe, nipple clamps, leather studded cock ring, and two tubes of KY – one just opened and one brand new. My wife suggested that with Megan around it would be much easier for her to find this in our bedroom than it would be for our kids, so would I be a good husband and stash the bag downstairs in my bathroom. The logic of my wife is that a girl would use her bathroom upstairs and sleep in the big bed as opposed to showering in the half bath in the basement and sleeping in the guest room. I made the comment that I thought we'd take the bag with us, but even after nine years if I get so much as a hand job at my in-laws house I consider it a sexual victory. So I put the little bag on the top shelf of the closet and went on my merry way. When we returned home it was with mixed feelings, first it was good to be home, second it was just too damn cold out to unpack, and of course the kids had to have their precious Christmas loot! By the time I hauled my near frozen body in the wife had gone through all the mail and messages on the answering machine. The hounds treated me as if I had been gone 100 years; the one good thing about dogs is that they love you no matter what! My wife called down to me on the landing and said that everything was in order, but Megan had left a message that she might have left her class ring at the house and she thought it might have been in my bathroom downstairs. I thought that was kind of strange, but put it off as nothing really out of the ordinary as I went down the stairwell. I flipped on the light in the half bath and immediately saw the small class ring in the empty soap dish. I picked it up and to my surprise it was sticky. Not the got soap on my ring sticky, but KY sticky! I immediately went to the bag in the closet and inspected for anything that might give me some clues. The bag was in the same place, but was it in the same position? The toys were all there, but I hadn't put them in a specific order, damn!, then the tubes of KY, yes there were two, with one never opened, but the other one, well the once "almost new" was now "almost empty." The thoughts that shot through my mind went from horror to pornographic and back in an instant! The little minx had found the bag, probably used the toys and now either planned or subconsciously left the "calling card" in the ring that she wanted someone to know. I turned to see my Greyhound looking at me with that happy dog smile, I asked him had he seen anything that would put a smile on his face like that while we were gone? I cleaned up the ring and went upstairs, my wife was on the phone and said to me, "this is Megan on the phone, she wants to know if you found her ring." I replied that I had indeed found it and had "cleaned it up for her." Megan came and got her ring, but I wasn't there, which was probably a good thing. I didn't even mention the episode to my wife, she would think I was having my mid-life crisis at 38, or she wouldn't have believed me. The event did give me plenty of thoughts to fuel my "alone time" and even when I was having sex with my wife. My next chance to see if it was true what really did happen or was it just me wanting to pen one of those "I never believed your stories" stories was in the spring. We planned a long weekend trip to the Wisconsin Dells. My wife called Megan, and she said she'd love to watch the hounds and the house, but would it be all right if her girl friend spent the night with her? Her mom even called to let us know that nothing "bad" would happen and that both girls could be trusted. I once again put the bag in its previous location, but this time I made a mental note of how each item was arranged in the bag. Once again there were two "brand new" tubes of KY placed in the bottom of the bag. The trip was excellent, but I would be lying if I weren't more excited to see if the bag had been moved. The house was fine and there was a note that she hadn't finished the laundry, she wanted to wash the guest room sheets, and that she was sorry if this was any problem. My wife and I shrugged it off and then I vaulted down stairs to check my closet. No guessing with this inspection! I looked like it been ransacked! The big clue was the cock ring still attached around the dildo and the little red butt plug that wasn't cleaned up so well! One tube of the KY looked liked it had been squeezed to get every last drop out. So now I knew and all of those terrible Lolita fantasies I had been having were validated and verified!! My next shock was going into the laundry room. The guest bedroom sheets were in a ball in the basket on the floor. I decided to put them on to wash, but when I pulled them apart I felt a cold wet spot on the bottom fitted sheet. Having already confirmed the bag, I didn't even hesitate to "sniff" the sheet. The sweet smell of sex and pussy was overwhelming! Now my thoughts went from this girl wants me to know she's having sex, to does this girl want to have sex? It was too terrible to imagine the consequences if ever it was found out, but that night as my wife and I fucked each others brains out, the parka clad blonde that I had only a glimpse of months before was my permanent muse for sex. The bad thing about summers in Minnesota is the mosquito; the good thing is that it doesn't get dark till 9:30. My summer had gone well, plenty of time for boating and having fun. My wife had planned a trip back home with the kids for a family reunion, so everyone was looking forward to having a good time. That is except me, with my work schedule there was no way I could be gone for 3 weeks. Hell, three days is too many!! As luck would have it the Monday that my wife left I got the call that I was needed at another facility that week. Crisis management at it's best!! I was to fly out on Wednesday and come back Friday evening. I called my wife and asked her if she'd get Megan to look after the place for me. Mind you with the exception of saying "hello" eight months earlier, I have never even spoken to this vixen. My wife called me back that night and said that Megan could do it, and that it would be great since she didn't have a job due to her pending departure for college. Damn I thought, she's barely legal!!! But what kind of pervert was I anyway? That Tuesday evening I spent writing instructions and phone numbers to call. Then I thought, she's done this before, what the hell am I doing writing all these post-its? Whether it was the right thing to do or not that morning before I left, I put one last post-it in place I knew she'd look – the bag. It had one word on it "Enjoy!" Lucky for me the crisis wasn't so terrible and swift problem solving allowed me to come home early. I called the house and left a message for Megan that I would be home Thursday evening instead of Friday, but I would still pay her for the day. My evil thoughts were more wishful thinking than that there'd be one less day of depleted KY and batteries at home. I pulled into the drive a little after 9:00 pm it was just getting dark, and I could see on the porch a mountain bike that had seen a few Minnesota trails. As I opened the door, the hounds were sleeping at the top of the landing. They were glad to see me, but it was as if they'd been racked all day and it was no big deal (people who have Greyhounds will understand this). Anyway I dropped my overnight bag and peered down the hall. With the exception of the small dining room lamp the only light I could see was coming from my bedroom, and the flicker had to be that of the TV. So here it was, the big confrontation with Megan and me. One part of me wanted her clothed and sleeping on the bed, the other wanted her in some come fuck me French maid outfit. As I looked in the door I got my answer immediately. With the lights out she had lit two candles and put them on each side of the beds matching nightstands. She was lying on her stomach propped up on her elbows with the remote control in one hand – totally naked. As if waiting for me to say something she broke the ice, "the Twins are loosing again, and they played so well early in the season, it's a shame to see them fade." I took a couple of steps in the room and turned to look at the TV, "yeah, but with no payroll they've held their own against the Indians and Yankee's." She turned the TV off, and in the growing darkness I was able to check out my little fantasy dog watcher. She was lean, tan in the right places and the only thing I could think of is that she was built like a human Greyhound – made for speed! As she rolled over to her side I now saw that this was no girl but a very beautiful young woman. Her breasts were gorgeous (C-cup) and very firm, the nipples just the right size and very erect. Her stomach was nice and flat, with the added touch of a belly button ring. Her mound was trimmed in straight line and oh yes-natural blonde. Her legs were strong and tan, no doubt from the biking. Her ass complimented her legs, not very big, but each globe was like steel. The contrast from the white triangles of her breasts and ass to the tan enhanced the visual overload I was experiencing. After taking all of her in she said, "so do you think I'm a bad girl?" Let's see, naked 18-year-old beauty in my bed that has been the sole fantasy for me for over 6 months asks that question? My one and only response was, "no, the word bad doesn't really come to mind." I guess my still shell shocked look prompted her to say. "Well, my mom had told me how funny you are, and after meeting you, plus all the photo's in the house, I thought you were cute. Then when I found the bag, I knew you had to be sexy as well." As I stood by the bed I confessed that I had hoped what she had done was to get me off. I then told her she had been the key thought in my sexual fantasies both alone and with my wife. I threw the wife line in maybe to bring all of this back to a logical perspective. The fact that I was 20 years older, married. It didn't seem to faze her in the least, so the last shred of hope for me to get out of this without getting deeper was lost. I started to get undressed. Lets face it, when you come home and find a naked 18 year old girl on your bed ones first thought is not for her to get dressed and go home! She seemed to be pleased that I was getting undressed, pushed herself up to her knees and a simple smile came to her face. She said, "Ever since that first time last winter I've thought about being with you. Your wife is so beautiful, she's so lucky to have you, I just wanted to maybe have a chance." "Chance for what?" I asked. "The chance to be with you, make love to you, fuck you." Well I was okay (if there was such thing as a "okay" stage) until the way she said, "fuck." The way it rolled out of her mouth, it wasn't "dirty" or "vulgar," it just had the ring of someone who knew what she wanted. As I got undressed, I thought how in the hell did I get where I was, or was going? So as I stood there in my tented Old Navy boxers, I said "and you think that I will be good? And what if I said, "No, Megan, I'm happily married." She smiled, and began "Jake, look at us right now? It's like we've known each other for years. You knew I'd be here tonight, we've been giving each other signals for months, you WANTED me here tonight just the way I am." Damn! First she used my first name like we were at old home week, and secondly she was right. Game, set, match, I was done, and deep down I didn't care! My smile was the look she had wanted to see. She knew she had "won," even though she knew the outcome before this episode ever began. I said, "So, you liked the toys did you? Which one was your favorite?" While still sitting on her knees she reached under one of the overstuffed pillows on the bed and produced the little black bag. "Well, first I think it's very hot that you even have and use toys." She unzipped the bag and pulled out the little red butt plug vibe and the leather studded cock ring. "These" she said "are my two favorites, because I bet Christine (my wife) loves to use this (she held up the butt plug) and this because this will make your cock look so much sexier." I then said, "Speaking of which you've never seen my cock." The outline of my cock along with my pre-cum was staining the gray cotton briefs. She leaned over and very slowly peeled them down to expose my now very hard penis. She gently ran her hand down its length and bent over and kissed it lightly on the head with just a flick of her tongue. She looked up with those blue eyes and I could have cum right there! "Oh, it's better than I could have imagined" she said as she looped the leather strap under my balls and over the top of my cock. With an expertise that I found amusing and alarming at the same time she had the strap on (without pinching any skin, something I or my wife can rarely accomplish). She leaned back again and looked down at me admiring her handy work. "Oh, that looks so good on you, your cock is beautiful Jake." I finally moved towards her and grabbed her in an embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and the feeling of our skin touching was electric. I looked at her before we kissed; this was my moment of truth. The kiss was pretty damn good. Like she had said before, it was like we had known each other for years. There wasn't that awkward point that the way we kissed just didn't work. The fact of the matter it did work, the way our tongue's played in each others mouth was soft and gentle, not wild in any way. After a few minutes we parted and she turned around as if to show me her ass. As I was still standing at the edge of the bed, she grabbed the little toy and asked me to put it in her ass. As she reached in the bag looking for the KY, I told her that I would help her along. I reached for her ass and very softly began to massage each cheek. She let out a low shudder and told me that she had dreamed of this moment (I didn't tell her that I had had the same dream in about 15 different versions). As I massaged her ass I leaned down and began to kiss each ass check. She began to rotate her ass and hips in the direction that I was kissing. I then worked my way to the top of the crack in her ass and started to kiss down as I moved my hands to spread her cheeks. By the time my lips got to her little puckered pink hole, she had pushed her ass as far up as possible and her face and chest was pressed into the bed. Then I waited just a second before I put my tongue on her ass, when it touched she shook all over, I asked if she liked that, and all she could muster was that if I kept doing that she was going to cum. I then told her get ready, and with that I pushed my tongue into her. At first there was resistance, but after a few attempts her ring opened like a door and I was able to go deep inside her. Without so much as touching her pussy I began to tongue fuck her ass, each time I would go deeper and faster. I felt her body tense and then she shook again, her orgasm was like a wave that passed through her. I then took the little plug and applied a little KY to it. She pushed herself back up and turned to look at me. The look on her face was priceless, "Oh my god, that was the most intense feeling I've ever had." Getting cocky, I told her, "Well lets just say that will be the first of many." I smiled my best devilish grin as I pressed the plug to her ass. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and as if commanding her body to open, her asshole opened up wide. I made the comment that she was very good and that to open up more as I pushed the tapered plug into her. Her ass seemed to flex and pull the plug into her. It was like she had practiced doing this until it was routine. It looked very hot to see the plug base up against her hole. I then proceeded to pick up the control to turn it on. Before I could, she told me no not yet, she'd let me know when to turn it on. Then Megan turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. Her legs pulled into her thighs and her ass moved forward so I had a clear view of her now swollen pussy lips and the plug deep inside her. I looked at her and told her she was very beautiful and that I was a very lucky man. She looked at me and said that no, it was she that was lucky to be in the company of a man such as me. Damn, only 18 and she knew what buttons of mine to push!! As I regarded her sitting there, I didn't feel the least bit nervous, anxious, or wondering if I was going to "be good enough" for her. There was just the deep desire to satisfy her needs, hell mine were taken care of and she had barely touched me!! I leaned forward and once again our lips met, she pulled me towards her, and because of the angle I was standing my aching strapped cock touched her very moist pussy. She flinched just a little, but figured out I was not trying to enter her. We stopped kissing for a second and she said, "I just want this to last, guys I have been with before just want to put it in me, bang away for eight seconds and they're done." I told her she was going to get the royal treatment, but now I was beginning to worry about the "8 second" comment!! Hell I'm only human! I then kissed my way down to her neck and shoulders; she massaged my head and back as I just followed the natural line of her body to her breasts. I held her tight as I kissed her breasts I told her I liked the tan lines, and she told me she thought the pale white skin was sexy, I agreed. As I took each nipple into my mouth I paid special attention to roll and kiss them, when I lightly bit down, she moaned and grabbed my shoulders and told me to bite harder. I did and she shuddered once again. I repeated this on both and she had look of total bliss. I asked her if she had ever used the clamps? She said no, but she'd try them if I wanted to. I quickly retrieved the latex covered alligator clamps attached by a small chain. I placed a clamp on each nipple, taking care to ease them into place. The pleasure they gave her outweighed the pain. She was a sight to behold with the black and silver clamps on her tender nipples. The chain dangling between her breast made the sight even better. I moved now down to her stomach and her belly button ring. I was a simple silver stud, I kissed her navel and took the ring in my teeth and gave it a gentle tug, this time the moan was louder, and for a instant I thought I had hurt her, but the smile on her face when I looked up told me otherwise. She looked down, and said "Oh, I liked that a lot, no one has ever done that." I told her that would be "our" little secret thing, me pulling on her ring. As I continued to move down, I could smell the sweet fragrance of her sex. Her pussy lips were large and dark against her white shaved skin. I kissed her pussy like I would kiss the lips on her face. I worked my way up her slit, kissing and exploring with my tongue. She moved her hands to the back of my head and told me to put my tongue in her. I did as I was told, but teased her just a bit before I pushed it all the way in. She gave me the now expected "shudder" and said "Yes, oh Jake fuck my pussy with that tongue of yours." Okay, now I find out she likes to talk dirty!! As they say in the commercials, does it get any better than this? As I darted my tongue in and out of her, I took the time to suck and bite down on her lips that was the maneuver that put her over the edge. Like an inner sound that she could only hear the orgasm consumed her. She wrapped her legs down over my back as she tried to pull my head deeper into her white mound. After she had recovered I moved back up to her. I half expected her to grab a towel (a small one is always in the bag) to wipe my face off, but she pulled me up to her and gave me a deep and long kiss. Between kisses I said she must have like that, she smiled and told me it was a turn on to taste her pussy on my face. My god, it was getting better. I sat on the bed and we both faced each other. My cock was now past the burning feeling. I could take the strap for a while, but I was nearing my ending point. She reached down and felt me. She told me she had never felt a cock so hot and hard before and that she really wanted to have it in her. I then asked her what position would she like for this first time? She smiled and said that in her dreams it was the dildo going in and out of her, but this time she wanted me sitting down and her sitting on my cock facing each other, so we could look at each other and that she could see my cock go in and out of her. This got my thumbs up approval instantly. I sat up with my knees slightly bent, as she stood up to repositioned herself. The chain from clamps dangled, as did the little remote from the plug. As she eased her way down, I told her to spread her lips for me, as I held the base of my cock. She did with one hand pulling the lips apart and exposing the soft pink inside of her cunt. It was like a burning iron rod when my head touched her hot hole. For a brief second she stopped before lowering herself down on me. I cannot put in the word the feeling that I felt. It was as if everything in the world had stopped. When she had taken my cock all the way inside her we embraced and collected our breath. She told me that I felt so good in her and that the leather strap was rubbing her clit, and that made it even better. I could feel the clamps against me, and I reached down and gave the chain a tug. She moaned and told me to do it again as she started to slowly ride my cock. With each tug I could feel her pussy tighten on me. We kissed and then she told me that she wanted to "fuck me nice and slow." Trying to keep my wits about me, I told her that I had made it past eight seconds and that made us both laugh. We now were in a rhythm nice slow strokes that weren't too deep, I told her that I wanted to suck her nipples, so with one hand on her back I took off the clamps. The feeling of my mouth and tongue on her burning nipples gave her another shudder. As we kissed in the candlelight we looked down at the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. I told her I thought we looked good together. And I loved the way not only we looked but the sound we made. She told me that I had made her fantasy come true and that she wanted me to fuck her when ever I could. I told her that right now I just wanted to satisfy her and make this the best night of her life. She asked me if I could cum. I told her that with the strap it delayed the process, but I could whenever she wanted. She told me to turn on the butt plug vibe. When I did I could feel it on my cock. The effect was always the same (when my wife and I used it) I could cum in a matter of seconds. We picked up the pace and I could tell we were in the home stretch. As we looked at each other, she said, "I want you to cum in me Jake, fill me up with your hot cum, give me your cum baby." I was about out of my mind but I said, "You want it do you? All my cum in that sweet pussy of yours?" I could tell she was close and her reply did me in when she said, "yes, baby please, but it's not my pussy it's your pussy Jake, it will always be your pussy." I don't think winning the Power Ball and the Publishers Clearing House would have been sweeter than to hear that. With one last thrust I let go. I came for what seemed like minutes, and Megan held me as tight as a person could, this orgasm was the most intense I've ever witnessed, in fact as we came back down I told her to "breathe." I had the good sense to turn off the plug and thankfully remove the strap from my cock. We sat there for several minutes before either one of us spoke. With her head on my shoulder where I couldn't see her face, she told me that she said during our lovemaking was the truth. I asked her did she say? She said the part about being my pussy. She told me that no matter what happened in her life, or what she did, her pussy would always belong to me. We got up took a shower and then fell asleep in each other's arms in my bed. Over the next two weeks we saw each other everyday. She would make an excuse to go out, or visit her girlfriend Susan (the very hot redheaded sleep over pal – who had also tried out a few toys – but that is another story) and several nights Susan had to vouch that Megan slept at her house when she in fact was sleeping with me. Our entire time together was nothing but bliss, we made love as much as we could and even though she liked to "fuck" it wasn't the wide reckless abandonment that one could associate with. We went out (in St. Paul nowhere close to home) and it was fun to see people's reaction (the question – is that his daughter?) whenever she made a move on me or tried to hug or kiss me. My wife and kids came home and my world returned to its normal state. My wife was glad to be back and lucky for me as horny as hell. She commented that my lovemaking was better than before and that I was still a pretty good fuck for a old guy. About a week later we were invited to Megan's home for a going away to college party for her. At first I thought this might be awkward, but figured it was better this way and maybe have some type of closure to our fling. The party was nice and Megan's parents were the happy couple that their little girl could get a scholarship to the University of Colorado. My wife and I told her we'd miss her and that we were going to need to find another dog-sitter. Megan told us that her friend Susan would love to do it since she was going to stay home and go to school, and when she did she gave me a wink no one saw. Before we left I got one brief chance to be with the guest of honor. She looked great and told me thanks for all that I done for her. I told her the pleasure was indeed mine. She then said, "I want to show you something new I bought the other day." She then lifted her shirt to expose her belly button. Instead of the little silver stud, there was something new. It had a little "J" hanging from the post. We looked at each other and she said "always," she kissed my cheek and I smiled and walked away. Just this afternoon my wife told me that Megan's mom had called and that they were going to plan pre-Christmas ski get away, with a chance to see Megan. And that Megan had asked that if she would call us to invite us to come along. My wife thought that was the kindest thing that a college kid could do. And that she was going to call Susan to see about looking after the hounds. Now not only do I have to think about Megan, but what about Susan? She knows the entire story. What am I going to come home to this time? Like I said before, the problem with the typical family is typically they have dogs. |
I only threw a gray hoodie on when I stepped out of the building and strode into the alley. My fists were still taped from the battle and my skin just starting to show the first blotches of black and blue that would soon cover my body. The aches of battle are usually enough to free my mind of anything else but not this time. Samantha's smiling face jumps to mind, green glittering eyes and a sparkling saccharine smile but I push it aside. Right now isn't the time to fall in love with the whore, not the time to remember that I can't imagine living without her. Across the alley I see him standing there, dressed in a pair of ass stomping military style boots, black jeans and a shirt baring the image of some popular Japanese cartoon. He has red hair, not natural Irish red, but dyed fire engine red hair that might have looked ridiculous on a normal man. Nothing looks stupid on a man of six and half feet who weighs nearly three hundred pounds. Particularly not when he's glaring at you, he could have dyed his hair pink and worn a pink polka dot sundress and I still would have kept a straight face. "Sup man?" I ask trying to keep my voice steady. My body already flushing with that intoxicating rush of chemicals needed to burst into action be it flight or fight. He doesn't respond, just takes another step toward me letting me get a better look at him. I can see his well-trimmed goatee now, extending nearly a full inch below his chin. If he were closer to my size he'd be the spitting image of my best friend Eric. For a moment I still thought somehow that it was Eric. That my friend had somehow made it down to catch my victory but that thought would be pushed aside soon enough. I didn't see his club like fist coming at me until after it had collided with my jaw and spun me around face first against the brick wall. I don't think I would have moved again that night if I didn't have to, it hurt too much just to think. "Eric?" I shouted in confusion. You have to understand, Eric is one of my best friends. Ever. He's the one who is considered blood even if we are of opposite races. He's the one who spends so much time at my house that my parents got him a Christmas gift because they knew he'd be there and didn't want him to feel left out. The one whose parents always set a place for me at Thanksgiving because my appearance was all but guaranteed. Eric was the one who just wanted to be around me, like the little brother I always wanted instead of the one I have. As my legs gave way beneath me, leaving me kneeling with my face against the bricks I knew I didn't want to hurt him. Not now and not ever. He was the one though, my better. Eric was the only person to ever best me in a fight, the only person ever to knock me out. Eric was the one Samantha wanted. She'd wanted this man from the first time she saw him. Loved him, lusted him, chased him. Half the time I felt like I was a second choice, the consolation prize. The other half I knew it. His presence had loomed over me like his shadow did now for as long as I could remember. Of course normally he didn't try to stomp my skull into a brick. It was obvious of course why she would want him. Least when your laying on your back staring upward at a specimen of his dimensions it was. Toned, muscular, handsome, and a precious sweet heart with all the loyalty of a newborn puppy, the mentally stability too. He was the kind of man who would spit in his best friend's face for driving his girlfriend home. I gripped his foot with both hands as he tried again to smash my skull. I don't even know why this man is attacking me. She came to me to get to him, to get to this man and he never wanted her. I twisted his ankle as hard as I could, forcing him down to one knee as he stumbled to one side. The man had everything in life, the spoiled prince who was slowly growing in a brat king. He talked back to his parents but owned every video game system known to man, and a few that were only historical footnotes. He could have any woman he wanted, or more precisely mine and he knew it. Right now he was getting back to his feet and whirling to face me. It was bad enough to know he could take her, it was somehow insulting that he didn't though. Was he that much better than me? Is he so good that what I have is beneath him? Is that why I'm allowed to keep her? Eric was a man I loved though. Not a homosexual sort of love, I didn't want to kiss him anymore than I want to kill him. Hell I think I might enjoy killing him when all is said and done but that is just because I get like that when I'm frustrated. Like now as I look frantically around the alley for anything that would make a good weapon and settle on a nice two by four half sticking out of one of the trashcans. He sees what I see, wants what I want and for a moment we both pause waiting for the other to move. It's a familiar feeling for me, waiting for the other to move. Waiting to get the call that he finally fucked my girlfriend silly or for Sam to call teasing me about how much better he was at cuddling in the afterglow. The thing is I wouldn't mind, somehow it stopped mattering a long time ago. I love Samantha completely, I want her happy and I want her in my life. Of course he was never my equal in achievements. He couldn't match my grades, he couldn't write as well as me, couldn't beat me in video games. When it comes to the end I really have no equals and the race for the wood ended the way every competition I engage ends. With me as the victor. The two by four had a satisfying weight to it; it reassured me when I felt it in my hands and spun slamming the plank into the man's ribcage. He barely flinched and he did shove me into the trashcan leaving me covered in filth. Why we couldn't just agree is beyond me. There aren't a lot of guys who are willing to share their women but it seems I'm one. He clasped his hands together meaning to bash my head in and I brought the wood up to block. In a single blow he splintered the wood, nearly splitting it down the center. "Why the fuck is it like this?!" I scream as I lower my head and leap up shoving him back. Before he can recover I take a swing that would have impressed the Sultan of Swat, Babe Ruth himself destroying the wood and splitting his face open at the same time. He dropped like a sack of potatoes looking up at me as his blood oozed down over his face. It was the same look he always had when he was defeated. A deflated puppy, still defiant to the end but harmless and helpless. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet dropping it on his lap, almost three thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills. It wasn't even half of what his friendship is worth. As I start to walk away I see him pushing my money from his chest into the filth of the alley. "Don't want your money mate." He spits with a thick accent. "Just wanted to fight the champ. Always lookin' for the strongest. Gots to fight the number one if I'm ever to get stronger." He tears the bills in half and tosses them into the air. I just nod at him and get into my car. I'll never see this man again. I beat him, I'll beat them all, each and everything foolish enough to cross my path. |
_Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. This first chapter is the set up for what's to come, simply for the character development and scene setting a novel requires. It's my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you._ *** The summer after graduating high school had been filled with camping and hiking with friends and family before Penelope started college in the fall. She'd grown up in a tiny town, her graduating class less than a hundred, but had been accepted to many colleges after years of hard work. She'd earned most of the scholarships available to her, as well as working a part time job to save, but the in the end, the money would barely get her through her first year anywhere other than a local community college, and even that was a good three hours from home. Penelope had a godfather that was loaded, though she hadn't seen him since she was ten. He was a busy man who worked all the time, but had sent her money for her first car, along with extravagant gifts for her birthdays and Christmas presents over the years. He'd offered to pay for her college no matter where she went, but it was on her parent's suggestion that she choose the one closest to him. "When he offered the full ride, his first suggestion was the university near his estate. He'll never have any children of his own, and he considers his own siblings money grubbers," her mother had explained one afternoon. "I have no doubt that you're high on his list as an heir. He loved you the second you were born." Penelope's mother had given birth to her when she was sixteen, her father twenty. While typically the choice for a godfather would be someone much older, they'd chosen her mother's best friend, Alex. Two years after Penelope had been born and he'd graduated high school, his great grandfather had died and left him his estate. He'd moved there and attended the same university he'd suggested to Penelope, and had managed to make the money left to him ten times over. "But I don't _know_ him," Penelope had argued. "Why would he care to know me?" "His life keeps him busy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you still," her mother had said. "Alex is a good man, and he's done a lot for this family even though he didn't have to. Choosing a college close to him will give him a chance to know the beautiful woman you've become. It's very generous that he's offered to pay at all, so going to live with him while you attend would be as good as a thank you." Penelope wasn't too sure, but she couldn't argue. She was grateful to this man she didn't know anymore, and staying close to him for the next four years as a thank you was the very least she could do. A month before school would start, Penelope said goodbye to her mother and father, tears in their eyes, and boarded a plane to the unknown. She'd never been too far from home, and it was extremely scary to be moving away to live with the godfather she'd only communicated with through thank you cards and the occasional e-mail. Alex was tied up in a conference call at home, so he sent his driver to retrieve Penelope from the airport. He felt like he owed her more, but his work had, unfortunately, always come before anyone else. It was why his marriages had failed, and his third was careening down hill. Luckily he'd been smart enough to have airtight prenups, or what he'd accumulated in his thirty- four years would be gone in alimony. He'd been a terrible godfather, and regretted that he'd ever accepted. It wasn't that he didn't care deeply for Cheryl and Kevin, even more so for their only daughter, Penelope. But the life he'd chosen had kept him away from the only family he'd ever loved; the family that wasn't his. He'd tried to make it up by sending them checks that were never cashed, unlike the many loans to his own family that had never even been paid back. He was so glad that Penelope had taken him up on his offer to come live with him. Maybe he'd finally get to know the girl he'd once held in his arms and swore to take care of. Most of his money at this point was made through investments, but he worked from home as a business consultant, and was a shareholder in various companies across the country. Often he'd fly out on his private jet for a few days at a time to help pick up the pieces of broken companies, at a hefty fee of course. He always relished leaving; it meant nights alone and away from the third bitch he'd married. It was sad, really. He'd thought Claire was different; that she hadn't fallen for him for his money. But no sooner had the marriage certificate been signed, she'd become they typical wife of a millionaire, living extravagantly and constantly attending social functions with other wives in the neighborhood for social clout that was undeserved. He'd grown to despise her to the point where even her gorgeous looks weren't enough to compensate. Sex was rare, mostly because of him. She'd try, he'd turn her down. He doubted they'd last much longer, so a new face in the house might cheer him up. While barely listening to the call he was on, he heard the town car pull up in the vast circular drive and glanced out his window with a smile. "We'll have to pick this up tomorrow," he said strongly, knowing he had the power to end the call. "I have an appointment I must get to. We'll connect at nine AM to hash out the final details." He hung up, then stood from his desk to look out the window. His driver scuttled around the car and opened the back door, and he held his breath. He'd received school pictures of Penelope over the years, the most recent in a frame on his desk. He'd never wanted children, but she was important to him, mostly because she never wanted for anything, unlike everyone he was surrounded by. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. He wasn't sure what he'd expected; certainly not this. An awkward teenager from the tiny town he'd grown up in. The pretty smiling girl in his picture that he felt like an absent father to, who had no animation. Certainly no body. At least not a body like hers. She was tall and thin; five-foot-six or so, and barely a curve to her adolescent frame, with sandy blond hair that fell in gentle waves down her back. There was actually an awkwardness, but only because she was hesitant, staring up at his vast estate in awe, as though it were unreal to her. She was no longer the little girl he'd been envisioning, his last memory of her as a ten year old playing on a merry-go-round. She was a young woman. Penelope thanked Ben the driver, never noticing the hungry looks he tried to hide as he eyed her body. _What a lucky man_, he thought of Alex, as he'd often thought, but never as much as now. _A gorgeous wife, tons of dough, and this hot chick now coming to live with him_. He found himself greatly looking forward to being Penelope's escort in the future. Maybe he'd get to know her. Maybe she'd find an interest in him. Maybe he'd get to bed her, if one of the gardeners or pool boys didn't catch her first. Looking at the large double doors, Penelope felt as though she'd entered another world. She'd never seen anything so extravagant. They'd entered through iron gates into a high brick walled stretch of land, too large to be called a yard. The house was two stories, but wide as a city block; white, with balconies and pillars. The windows were paned and tall, curved at the top. "We'll see your suitcases brought up to your room, Miss Penelope," Ben said, opening the trunk. "Head on up, you're expected." Gulping, Penelope walked up to the doors. Before she could knock, they swung open with an air of grandeur, revealing an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, maybe in his mid-fifties. "Miss Penelope," he said with a bow. "My name is Reuben. I'm Master Alex's butler." _Geez, he even has a butler!_ Penelope smiled, her lips quivering in fear. She was so out of her element. "Nice to meet you," she managed to squeak, ducking her head low to look around through her eyebrows. "Alex is on a conference call, so I'll be showing you to your—" "That's unnecessary, Reuben," came a voice. Penelope located its owner as he entered the large foyer and clapped the butler on the shoulder. "I can't exactly work on Penelope's first day here." Penelope was stunned. He wasn't at all what she'd expected. He'd always been kind and rather amusing in their correspondence, but she hadn't seen a picture of him in years, nothing recent. The only picture she had was of him and her on their last visit, and though she'd come to see him as an attractive man now that she was old enough to recognize it, today she'd expected to see someone old. Though her father wasn't exactly old, he was certainly showing the signs of age. Alex was not. His chestnut hair was still as full as it had been eight years ago, though slightly shorter. It was an inch or so, thick and full of body. He was thin under his expensive button up shirt and black slacks, but the sleeves of his shirt didn't hide the definition of muscles only a man who worked out often achieved. She'd expected a father figure. What she saw now was an attractive man, exuding confidence and wealth. "Hello, Godfather," she said, trying to be bright. The title felt awkward as it passed her lips, but she didn't know what else to call him. Luckily, he made it easier. "Godfather makes me sound old," he said with a chuckle. He was only thirty- four. "Or like a gangster, which I'm not. Just call me Alex. You look beautiful, Penelope. Lovelier than your mother, though I never said that!" Penelope laughed, finally feeling at ease. He was the same great guy she'd come to love as a child. "Alex it is!" she agreed, grinning. "Come give me a hug," he said. Penelope obeyed, embracing him with a warmth they'd shared when he'd visited her more often as a kid. And though she still felt out of her element, she was now secure in her decision to come. It would take some getting used to—well, a lot of getting used to, but now she felt excitement rather than trepidation. Her two suitcases had been brought in, and as Alex released her, he looked over at Reuben. "Take those to her room, then check on dinner." Reuben nodded, and began lugging the cases up the enormous sweeping staircase while Alex turned his attention back to Penelope. "I hope you don't mind we'll be eating here. I want to give you time to get settled before I take you around." "Where is Claire?" Penelope asked, searching what she could see of the house. There was a large sitting room to the left that held an open door on the far wall that looked to be an office. To the right was a hall with many doors. She had no idea how a house could hold so many rooms, let alone what could possibly fill them. "Claire is with her girlfriends picking out fabrics," he said with distaste. "She's unhappy with the drapes in the dining room." Penelope noticed the first hint of a sour mood, and was surprised. He'd only married her a year ago, and didn't seem too happy at the mention of her name, so she let it drop. He didn't, however. "We're supposed to attend a fundraiser tonight, but she's on her own. She's leaving for Fiji at the end of the week, but I'm sure you'll see her around before her _much needed vacation_." The sarcasm didn't go unnoticed. "Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her. I'm sorry we didn't make it to the wedding. Mom and dad... you know. They didn't want to let you pay for the trip and couldn't get the funds to come..." "Of course," he said kindly with a small shake of his head. "A third wedding isn't too much to celebrate. Come and let me show you around." Penelope followed Alex through the first floor. There was a large dining room with a mahogany table long enough to seat at least twenty, adjacent to an even larger kitchen, where she met Beverly, the cook. She was a plump woman with rosey cheeks and the friendliest smile Penelope had ever seen. She warmed to her immediately. A study lined with bookshelves that held a wall of bottles and a shelf of cigars, along with leather chairs and a pool table. There was even an honest to goodness ballroom at the far end of the house. There was an entertainment room that rivaled a movie theatre. Penelope hadn't known LED TV's could get so large, and there were enough plush leather couches to seat a large crowd. Alex brought her through the sitting room, showed her his office, then led her down another hall to a workout room. She stared through the windows at the back of the house at an enormous pool that curved into different round sections; one with a waterfall, one with a diving board and slide, and the last with a sort of cave for privacy. Chairs and tables lined the pool and she envisioned the summer pool parties she had probably missed now that fall was steadily approaching. The grounds continued beyond the pool to the high brick wall, perfectly symmetrical in the layout of paths and greenery. In the back corner was a house the size of the one she'd grown up in, and Alex explained that Reuben lived there with his wife. There was a drive by their tiny house with a back entrance to the grounds that was all their own. Penelope thought that was nice. They had a house provided to them that was private, despite working here in the house. Alex lived like royalty. Finally she was brought upstairs and told that there were twelve bedrooms. When she asked why he needed so many, he laughed. "You never know when company will stay over, especially after parties when they can't drive themselves home." He entered a room and stepped to the side for her to follow. "This will be your room, if it's okay for you." It was more than okay. The room was regal to say the least, with crème walls and a large four-poster bed, complete with a canopy tied to each of the posts. The bedding was lilac, the pillows plush. There was a door near the bed that led to a bathroom all her own. At home she'd had to share a single bathroom with her parents. She couldn't contain the gasp. Alex smiled, pleased by her reaction. He would do everything he could to see that she was happy here, and it was nice to be around someone who didn't take anything for granted. The day Claire had moved in, she'd started redecorating his house on his dime, saying she didn't want his house to look like his ex- wife. Not that he blamed her. Alison had had horrible taste. As he watched Penelope slowly search the room, taking in everything in awe, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He'd been honest in saying she was far more beautiful than her mother, and he'd had a crush on Cheryl as a teenager, something he'd never really gotten over. He'd never disliked Kevin for winning her heart though, and was glad he'd been asked to be a part of their lives when they'd had the accidental pregnancy, in the form of a godfather. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help his eyes as they travelled across her chest; small perky breasts below the taught fabric of her grey tee. When she turned to look out the French doors to the balcony, his eyes located her cute little ass, accentuated by her form fitting dark blue jeans. _There's nothing wrong with this. She's not my blood._ But it would have to stop. He was only looking, and wouldn't allow himself to look again. "It's perfect," he heard her breathe. Her voice warmed him, the awe it held, and he walked over to stand beside her. "I just hope you'll be happy here," he said. "And if you're ever not, you let me know. You don't owe me anything, and if you want to move to the campus, I'll help you in every way I can. It's my job." He meant it. Mostly. "I can't imagine I'd be unhappy here," Penelope said, truly unable to. This house was a paradise she didn't deserve. She had no idea what she'd done in her life to be so blessed. "Thank you so much for everything." Alex smiled, again warmed by her appreciation. He couldn't remember the last person he'd been around who didn't want anything from him. His so called friends were superficial rich people, assholes underneath. Their wives were petty and loved to trash talk. His business associates were greedy. Penelope was pure. He'd expected nothing less, considering who she'd been raised by, but it was nice to know she lived up to his hopes. In fact, she'd far exceeded them. "Get comfortable," he said. "Unpack, take a bath if you want. I know travel makes me feel grimy, so just relax and make yourself at home. I have dinner scheduled in about an hour." After thanking him again, Penelope began unpacking her things into the dresser and closet, then took him up on having the most luxurious bath she'd ever had in her life, in her very own bathroom. She didn't know what to change into after that; all her clothes were cheap and out of place in this palace, but she tried. Finally choosing a black skirt and blue blouse, she made her way downstairs promptly at six and into the dining room. Alex had spent an hour working out in the gym in hopes of clearing the image of her body from his thoughts. It had helped until he'd popped in the shower, but while naked with hot water beating down on his body, his thoughts got the better of him. _It's only because she's new_, he'd assured himself. _She's just not what I expected. After a few days it'll go away._ The dinner was a four course meal, served by Beverly. The conversation never stopped as Penelope told Alex all about her life back home, her excitement over starting college, and how her family was. Alex told her about his job, then talked about a party he'd held here three nights ago. It was easy for both of them. Until Claire showed up half way through and joined them. Penelope had been excited to meet her, but Claire looked at her coldly after hearing Alex wouldn't be escorting her to the fundraiser. "I already told you," he said. "Penelope just arrived and I want to be around to help her settle in." "That's what your staff is for," she said through her teeth. Claire looked at Penelope with disdain. She couldn't believe Alex had let this country girl come live with them, and for the next four years, none the less! It had been amusing in theory, but now that she was here, it was real. She had a teenage daughter figure to deal with, and she was too damn young to be a mother. She blew out some air. "You'll have plenty of time to make her comfortable while I'm in Fiji. This fundraiser is important, and I can't show up alone!" "We are not talking about this," Alex growled. "Especially not in front of our guest." Claire shut up, and dinner resumed in awkward silence. When Claire left, Penelope and Alex sat down to watch TV and talk some more, but Penelope was quickly wiped out from a four hour flight. She felt bad about going to bed so early, especially since Alex had turned down attending the fundraiser that Claire found so important, but she was nodding off on the couch. It was Alex that suggested she head off to bed, and Penelope was grateful. *** To his chagrin, work kept Alex occupied through much of the morning. He wished he'd had his personal assistant cancelling his appointments, something he hadn't considered until he'd found yesterday that he wanted to spend time with Penelope and get to know her. So after ending a long call, he had his assistant juggle things for the following week so he could take the very rare vacation from work. Penelope would need to go to the college and get books, and he wanted to be there. He wanted to show her around town instead of making Ben do it. He wanted to hang out with her in the house so she'd start to feel at home, and that was exactly what he intended to do. He met her for lunch and told her his plan. Penelope was thrilled, as she'd spent the morning at a loss of what to do. It wasn't that she minded being left alone. She'd been an only child, she was used to it. But she didn't feel like this was home, she felt like a guest, so wandering the house was out of the question. She'd spent the morning reading in her room. "It's a sunny day," Alex suggested. "You should hang out outside, maybe go swim. I'm sorry I'm busy, but in a few days I'll have the week." "Is Claire around?" Penelope asked, thinking she ought to get to know her better. Alex shook his head with an amused eye-roll. "Claire is either out with friends, planning parties and benefits, or shopping. The only time she's here during the day is if it's her turn to entertain the neighborhood ladies." "Oh," Penelope said. Alex heard how disheartened she was. "I'll talk to her tonight. See if I can't get her to take you out before she leaves Saturday." "That would be nice," Penelope said, not that she really wanted to spend a day out with Claire after meeting her the night before. But it was important that they got along if she was going to be living here for the next four years, so she would work her ass off to get to know her. Alex returned to his work, annoyed. He felt bad that he hadn't had the foresight to start a vacation the day Penelope arrived. The poor girl was alone in a strange place, and while that never bothered him, Penelope didn't have the confidence and power he had. It was obvious that she felt out of place here when she needed to feel like this was home. He wanted her here; she was a breath of fresh air that he hadn't known he needed. Penelope changed into a bikini in her room, then pulled on shorts and a shirt over the top, sunglasses on her head. The house was kept cool with air conditioning, but it was hot outside still, being that it was the end of August. She shivered while carrying a towel and a magazine through the house, her skin covered in goose bumps. But once outside, it felt too hot even for the shorts and tee, so she stripped them off at a chair and dove right into the pool. The cool water felt amazing in contrast to the hot sun, and she explored the sections that were connected by thin channels. Starting at the waterfall, she stood in the waist high water and let it cascade over her body, laughing to herself in pleasure. The middle section was the largest and very deep, with the diving board and slide, so she quickly swam across it to the third and final section. When she entered the cave, she noticed it continued further back than previously thought, the slate rocks forming seats. It was nice to be out of the direct sunlight, but it wasn't long before the chill of the water made her feel cold. Swimming alone felt great, but after about thirty minutes, it lost its appeal without others to join in the fun, so she climbed out and laid down on one of the loungers with her magazine, putting the sunglasses over her eyes. Alex had five minutes, so he went to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water and see if Penelope had taken him up on his suggestion. He peered out the window and saw her on the padded lounge chair. He didn't have much a view, as she'd taken up one on this side of the pool instead of the other, but what he could see was pretty enticing. She wore a yellow halter bikini top and boyshort bottoms. His view was only from the side, but the profile of her body was enough. Her small breasts were inches above the magazine she'd propped against her flat stomach, one leg bent and propped up with the other straight out. He stared at her, watched her flip a page, then another, sipping his water. Her hair was wet, so she'd been swimming, and he wished he'd caught her earlier so he could watch her move through the pool. Once on vacation from work, he'd have to join her. *** Alex had failed in convincing Claire to spend time with Penelope, which pissed him off. He was glad she was leaving for three weeks, wished she'd be gone for longer. She was beautiful; dark brown hair and large breasts that he'd bought for her when she'd asked for them. Her hips curved, though she was still thin. But she wasn't the woman he'd married. It had been an act to get him. The only reason she was still around was his complete apathy. He just didn't care anymore. Friday night, Claire had attempted to have sex with him before she left the following morning. Usually he'd give in, even though he didn't like her all that much. She was beautiful and sexy, no doubt, but that was all that was left of his attraction. But Friday he just couldn't bring himself to do it. She was leaving the next morning and he honestly didn't care if she came back. He also couldn't shake the image of Penelope in her bikini by the pool. The more he thought about it, the more his guilt grew. He wasn't supposed to think of Penelope like that. It wasn't that he was married; he'd often times met women at parties he'd fantasized about. But Penelope! He'd held her as a baby, even though he was only sixteen years her senior. He was still a young guy with the libido of an adolescent teenager. The periods of bachelorhood between his wives had been filled with women, sometimes more than one at a time. Penelope was pure. And she certainly didn't deserve to be thought of a sex object the way Alex had been thinking of her. He'd kill any other man who even gave her a hungry glance to protect her. He knew he had to get himself in check, and would work his ass off to change his view. Claire left early Saturday morning with a short goodbye kiss from Alex, then he met Penelope outside by the pool for breakfast. They sat under an umbrella in the warm morning sun and ate crepes prepared by Beverly. Alex was dressed comfortably in shorts and a tee. Even though he worked from home, he still always dressed like he worked at an office just because he'd often have to run out to meet an associate. It was nice to start a weeklong vacation, and he was going to relax and enjoy it. Penelope was in a pink tank-top with lacy details on the seams, and off-white shorts and sandals. She still felt underdressed here, like the poor girl pretending to live in a castle with the royals. She didn't want to take anything from Alex; he'd already offered her the world. But once they did hit up the town, she'd have to take a little of her savings and buy some nicer clothes that didn't come from a Wal-Mart. "I really hope you haven't been too lonely," Alex said with apology, taking a bite of his crepe. "No, I've been fine!" Penelope assured him. "It's actually been relaxing to settle in rather than go crazy. It's really nice of you to take some time off. It wasn't necessary." "It was necessary, and you don't need to thank me," Alex said. "I should have done it the day you got here." "So what's on the agenda?" Penelope asked, excitement in her eyes. It didn't really matter what they did, but she was glad she'd be spending some time with him finally. She'd been honest in saying she was fine, but it had been a little lonely since she knew no one here and was in a strange place. Maybe now she'd finally start to get comfortable and look at this house as home. "Well, this week we'll have to hit up the university," Alex began. "Get your books, show you around. I'll have my assistant set up an appointment for you with a guidance counselor, so when that's settled we'll have a day set aside for it all. Otherwise, it's up to you. What do you want to do?" Penelope chuckled. "I don't have a clue!" she cried. Alex grinned. She was darling _and_ beautiful. "Well, how about I take you around town this morning, then we'll come back here and relax at the pool." Alex had been dying to see her in that yellow bikini again. Maybe they could do some shopping and he could find something a little skimpier. _Stop_, he chided himself. "That would be great," Penelope said. She'd definitely look for some nicer clothes today; outfits that would make her feel like she fit in here in this palace. Ben drove them downtown and wove through the streets while Alex pointed out landmarks. There was a huge park that he said they should hit up this week because there was a beautiful pond in the center that had a mile long path as its perimeter, along with food vendors and street entertainers. They were dropped off on the main street with high end shops. The first one they entered, Penelope found she wanted to take everything home. She'd only ever seen such fine clothes in movies and magazines. When she spotted a top in brilliant chartreuse, she decided she had to have it. Until she saw the price tag, and her jaw nearly hit the floor. Alex noticed this, then gestured for a saleswoman to come over. "This is Penelope," he said to the sales woman, then pulled out his black AmEx. The woman's eyes widened and a smile danced on her lips that she tried very hard to hide. Alex held it out to her and gestured to Penelope with his head. "See that she gets anything she wants, and more." The card was snatched and Penelope was ushered away from Alex by the saleswoman before she even knew what was happening. The woman brought her to a dressing room without even letting Penelope look around. "I'll be right back with clothes for you to try on," she said. "Size two?" Penelope nodded, aghast. She couldn't believe what was happening, and entered the dressing room that had been opened feeling dumbstruck. A few minutes later, the saleswoman returned with a rack of clothes in tow. It was unlike anything Penelope had ever experienced. She took her time trying things on, trying to make choices so Alex wouldn't spend too much, when she liked everything that had been laid out for her. "Well, at least show me something!" she heard Alex call. Humbly, Penelope exited the dressing room in a short skirt and the chartreuse top she'd eyed immediately upon entering the store. Alex sat on a round couch with a glass of champagne and Penelope saw his approval in the grin he wore. She ducked her head low and brushed her hands at her side. "Well?" "Stunning," he said, meaning it. She'd been beautiful before, but in clothes that were properly tailored, she was mouthwatering. "That's definitely coming home with you." Penelope couldn't contain her smile. They left the store an hour later after spending more money than Penelope could even let herself think of. It would have paid for a semester at the out of state university and then some. Ben met them to load her bags and they continued on. While walking the street, Penelope paused at a lingerie shop, admiring the mannequins in the window. The one that caught her eye was wearing a pink and black polka dot bra and panties, along with matching suspenders holding up thigh high sheers. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. "Did you want to go in?" Alex asked, trying to sound indifferent, though imagining the previous setting of Penelope showing off outfits while he sipped champagne. Penelope blushed, her cheeks hot. "Oh, no," she stammered. "There's nothing wrong with buying lingerie," Alex said. He hoped he didn't sound like he was pressuring her, but he wanted to let her know that it was okay if she wanted to buy some nice underwear. "I'll even stay out here if you like." "Maybe another time," Penelope said, turning away from the mannequin she'd been so entranced by. At another shop, there was more sportswear, including bathing suits. Alex worked the same magic as before with his black centurion card and chuckled as a bewildered Penelope was swept into the back once more. When the saleswoman returned, he snagged her. "She needs summer clothes, since it'll be warm through October," he said, then grinned. "And swimsuits. Lots of them. We have a pool that I expect she'll be in as much as she can." "Of course," the woman said, adding a little flirtation into her voice. "Anything you want." Penelope watched the rack pushed into her dressing room and studied the garments. They were a huge change from the last store, these being much more casual. And a little cheaper, to her relief. Lots of tiny shorts, a couple pairs of capris, tank tops and halters, and a ton of bikinis. Well, there was a pool, and she couldn't very well keep wearing the only swimsuit she had. But she started with the clothes, choosing white capris and a navy halter, then exited the dressing room. Alex was hovering a distance away, not sitting. "Looks great, Pen," he called. "Get everything you want." She was glad she wouldn't have to show off everything. She hadn't minded it with the other clothes, but by the time she got to the bikinis, she didn't want to parade out of the dressing room wearing them. Once everything had been tried on, she left the dressing room to find Alex talking to the sales woman. "Anything else you need?" the woman asked. "I don't think so," Penelope said. "So what did you like?" Alex asked. Penelope shook her head in wonder. "God, everything!" she said. "Then I guess we're taking everything," Alex told the saleswoman. Penelope's jaw dropped. "No, I didn't mean it like—" "Of course you didn't," Alex interrupted with a chuckle. "But you need clothes for the weather, and for the pool. Might as well load you up now." "You don't have to do any of this," Penelope said, overcome. "But I want to," Alex said kindly. "Don't worry about it." When they returned to the estate, Reuben and Ben lugged the shopping bags up to Penelope's room. "Why don't you go change and we'll go for a swim," Alex suggested, trying to force down his ulterior motives, denying they even existed. "Spend the day relaxing." "Okay," Penelope agreed with a huge smile. She was so excited to look through her new things. She hurried up the stairs and into her room. Once Reuben and Ben had brought the last of the bags up, they shut the door and she began to dig. It was swimsuits she was after. She had so many now, she didn't know how she'd decide what to wear first. So at random, she pulled five sets out and laid them on the bed, staring down at them. They were all very different, and all perfect. After finally figuring she'd be by the pool a lot over the next few months, she closed her eyes, spun a circle, then picked up the first one she felt. The bikini top was a wired cup, the bottoms skimpy, but not stringed like a few of the others. The pattern was a swirl of reds and oranges, and once she'd changed, she studied the final product in the full length mirror. She looked, and felt... sexy. The wired cups pushed her breasts up so they appeared more round on the tops, and though she was only a B, there was a tiny padding to the bikini that made them look larger. The colors looked a little too bright against her pale skin, and the bottoms only rose to the top of her hips. But it was amazing, really. For the first time, she felt like a woman. Maybe even a woman who deserved to be here. They'd bought a beach sarong that she tied around her waist. Again, freezing from the air conditioning, she made a run for it with another towel, sunglasses on her head, for the warmth of the outdoors. Alex sat on a lounger in his Hawaiian trunks, and held his breath when he saw Penelope dash outside. As she walked his way, he admired how her breasts bounced in the bikini; how they were pushed up and together to create a hint of cleavage. Her hips swayed with each step, and he knew it was subconscious, but incredibly sexy none the less. It was just her. She sat down beside him and slipped out of her sandals. Alex grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some in his palm, then began rubbing it on his legs. Penelope reached for it and began the same. She noticed that as he ran his hands over his chest, she was staring. There was hardly a hair on him, and his muscles were more defined than she thought. He was tan, probably from doing just this; lying out in the sun when he got a spare moment. But what really surprised her was her reaction. When she'd first arrived, she'd seen an extremely attractive man; not the older godfather she'd known as a kid. But now she saw him as something else. She saw him as someone she wanted to touch, which was pretty damn foreign for her. She'd had a few boyfriends, the early ones in middle school had |
only really involved kissing. In high school she'd had a few more, but nothing ever escalated beyond some brief touching of her breasts. So to think of Alex in a sexual way was a new feeling entirely. Alex watched as Penelope worked the lotion over her flat stomach, then across her chest. He couldn't help but imagine his hands doing the work, and again reminded himself how wrong it was. But he was getting better at justifying it. It wasn't like they were related, and he'd certainly bedded his share of eighteen year olds in his time. Hell, he'd lost his virginity when he was fifteen. He might be older, but there was _nothing_ wrong with being sexually attracted to Penelope. And god, she was _soo_ attractive. "Let me get your back," Alex offered calmly. He was an expert at calm; women never had a clue what he was thinking. He'd mastered the art of getting what he wanted years ago. Penelope smiled, but inside she'd turned to mush. She knew how awkward she sounded as she said, "Okay," the word coming out in at least four syllables. She felt clumsy as she turned her back to him and brushed her hair over her shoulder to keep it off her back. What was happening to her? She shouldn't feel this way! As she felt his hands meet her shoulders, she shuddered with excitement. She'd spent the last few minutes wondering what it would be like to touch him, and here he was, touching her. His hands rubbed their way down to the clasp, then made gentle circles. Alex lifted a strap to work his hand under it, taking his time. With constant justification, he even allowed himself to wonder what it would be like to pull the straps down her shoulders, then unclasp the back. He wondered if Penelope would ever go topless by his pool, as so many women had, including Claire. He wanted to see those breasts more than anything in his life. It was a good thing he could control himself, or he would be getting a hard-on just from this. Penelope shivered once more as she felt his fingers slide just under her armpits, and had a quick flash of them continuing all the way around. She could feel her nipples harden and knew from the heat in her face that she was turning red. Thank god she had her back turned, otherwise she'd be mortified. Alex grabbed the bottle for another dollop, then began rubbing her lower back. He let his fingertips slide up under the back clasp, then massaged the lotion into her back. He worked her sides, feeling how thin she was in his large hands, then finally made his way down to her bikini bottom. He smiled as he worked as low as he could possibly go. These bottoms rested so low on her hips that he could feel the slight curve of the top of her ass where her hips widened. Thank god they'd bought new bikinis; that yellow one had boyshorts that nearly reached her belly button. When he'd finished, he patted her shoulders. "All done," he said. "My turn." When she spun around, he loved how her hair fell across her left breast; the slight curl it had, giving it body. She was smiling, though awkwardly, as if she wasn't entirely sure what to do. But she picked up the bottle and he turned his back to her. Feeling her tiny hands rub his back was heaven, and over far too quickly. She did a thorough job, but nothing more. And God, how he wanted more. Once lotioned up, they rose and slid into the pool, starting on the far side with the waterfall. Penelope sank low to prepare her skin for the shock of cold water before rising again and walking over to the waterfall to let it cascade on her body once more. She thought she needed it to clean her thoughts, but it only added to the sensation of pleasure that was making her skin alive. Alex tried to hide that he was watching, but Penelope standing in the flow of water as it trickled down her body was erotic, which was one of the main reasons he had the waterfall in the first place. He'd loved watching women stand in it. He'd loved playing in it with women as they kissed, feeling each other's bodies. But other women were the farthest thing from his mind. It was only Penelope. He joined her in the flow of water, and they laughed together as it splashed down on them, Penelope exclaiming how much she loved the pool. Alex was glad, as he hoped to spend as much time as he could with her in it and around it. Anything that would keep her in bikinis, or less. They swam through the deep end, and Alex climbed out to use the slide. It took some urging, but Penelope finally did the same, shrieking on her way down. When she crashed into the water, he swam over to her and grabbed her, playfully dunking her under the water just so he could touch her body. Finally they made their way to the cave; his grotto, usually used for naughtier play by himself and often times, his guests. They sat down and talked for a long time, their words echoing as the water made fantastic light patterns on the slate rocks. After playing in the pool, they returned to their chairs and lounged back to relax. Penelope hadn't brought a book or a magazine, but the silence was nice. Just being with him was nice, instead of laying out here alone like she had the previous time. "I'm going to go get a drink," Alex said suddenly, sitting up. "Want anything?" "Sure," Penelope said. "A coke or something?" Alex smiled slyly. "That's _not_ exactly the kind of drink I was going to get. It's hot out, we're by a pool, and you've got a cabana boy. How do you feel about margaritas?" Penelope grinned. "I'm not twenty-one," she said. "And we're not at a bar," Alex responded. "So I'll be right back." Alex made his way into the kitchen and started mixing up their drinks. Once everything was in the blender, he switched it on, peering out the window at Penelope. His intention was not to get her drunk; he would never take advantage like that, ever. But a few drinks by the pool would be fun, especially with how hot it was. He returned with the drinks and sat down, holding one out to Penelope. "Cheers," he said, clinking her glass, then watching her perfect lips take a tiny sip. She smiled. "Very good," she said with approval, then took another drink. A refill later, Reuben came outside. "Beverly is about to start dinner," he said. "Do you have any requests?" Instead of answering, Alex turned to Penelope with a raise of his eyebrow. She shrugged in return. "Anything's fine," Alex said, then thought about it. "We'll take dinner outside." Reuben disappeared. There was no way Alex was going to let Penelope out of that bikini until she turned in for the night. When dinner was served, Penelope wrapped her sarong around her waist and sat down at the table for another luxurious meal. She couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Alex. She'd never really had trouble with conversations, but talking to him was like talking to her best friend, and they never ran out of things to say. He was funny, serious, and everything in between. It probably helped that she was a little tipsy from the drinks, and when Alex asked Beverly to mix them up more, she was looking forward to continuing her buzz. They lounged again until the sun set, sipping 7&7's. As soon as the sun had dipped below the horizon, the air chilled. "Hot tub?" Alex asked. "Absolutely," Penelope replied, the alcohol giving her more confidence. It was nice not feeling awkward anymore. Maybe it was starting to feel like home. They sat in corners side by side, the seats having several jets for massaging backs. Penelope was in heaven. Alex hadn't enjoyed himself this much in a long time. Part of it was that he was beginning a vacation. Mostly it was Penelope. That night, Penelope dreamed things she'd never imagined. She dreamed that she was in the pool with Alex, sitting in the cave. That he held her in his arms. That he kissed her. That his hands gripped her breasts. She dreamed they had sex, and when she woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, she found herself hoping that maybe someday that would be the case. We stood at the bottom of the stairs for the longest. We were dressed in our uniforms. Max had his prescribed butler's suit and Maria and I wore our black maid's uniform. Usually we met the guests in the lobby but this guest booked the presidential suite of the hotel. The more senior staff normally do the suites but Bianca was on maternity leave. I was at the hotel for a month, only for a holiday job before I went back to school. Maria was almost on her way into retirement, so they needed someone who could run up and down the master stairs. She was more of a guide to me than to do actual work. "You should do bag check." Maria said to me. I sighed heavily and marched up the stairs. In the main room there were three large suitcases and one small bag. They all were designer, of course. I pulled open the closet doors and picked up the largest looking suitcase. I was far from the fittest, so it was a struggle but I managed to get it into the closest. The other two suitcases weren't that heavy but it took a while. Next was the small black bag. I picked it up but before I could place it on the shelf, the straps slipped out of my hand. The bag fell and all the content exploded on the floor. All types of sex toys were before me on the white carpeted floor. I froze for what seemed like hours, just staring at them. After snapping myself out of a shocked state, I started to pick up the toys. I recognised some of them but the rest were completely alien to me. I heard the elevator doors ding open and I rushed to finish the job. After I shut the closet with all the bags, I ran out the room and down the hallway. As I stood atop the staircase, I saw him for the first time and I swear that I could feel the temperature drop. As I made my way down and closer to him, I made sure to assess every part of this man. He had dirty blond hair, cut into a surfer style and thick eyebrows. His tall and muscular frame reminded me of the statues at the entrance of the hotel. He wore blue jeans and a white polo shirt with sneakers. All and all, I couldn't picture him as the owner of the suitcase filled with all those goodies. He had a warm smile with sweet and intense green eyes. Mr. Phillip, the manager, introduced him as Mr. Blake. He nodded to the staff and looked around the expansive luxury suite. "Please, call me Dominic." he said in a cool manner. Mr. Phillip continued with the introduction. "Max will be your Butler. Maria will assist you with anything you require and so will Meerah." As Dominic looked us over, I noticed his eyes lingering on me for a few seconds longer than the others. I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel anything. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. That's what his eyes did to me. "Please enjoy your stay." Mr. Phillip said and then he was gone. Max gave Dominic the grand tour while Maria and I giggled about how cute he was. After that, I ran a few errands in the laundry room and made a few arrangements for his breakfasts and dinners. I found out that he would stay for a week or two to do some business in the city. The next morning he wasn't there. Maria cleaned the living room and study while I tended to the upstairs rooms. His bedroom smelled just like him, lavender, mint and some other expensive cologne. The scents made it much easier to clean the place. I made the bed and wiped down all the surfaces. Just as I put one of his shirts in the closet, that little black bag caught my attention. It still baffled me why such a nice man would carry such items. Some of those toys looked pretty mean and could possibly do a lot of damage. However, the one I did recognise, I knew could never do any damage. It was a silver metal vibrator. It wasn't large but when I pressed the little rubber button, it vibrated something fierce. He must've used it on his wife, but I didn't see a ring. Girlfriend, maybe? I wouldn't have mind being his girlfriend. Dominic was so handsome. Just imagining him between my thighs with this little toy made me shiver. Like a child about to do something naughty, I quickly closed the door and jumped on the bed. I removed my shoes and plopped right in the middle of the king sized bed. The pillows surrounded me. I was on my on fluffy cloud. I hiked up my skirt and pressed the vibrator against my panty-covered pussy. The feeling made me gasp. With my eyes sealed shut, I began to move it up and down my slit. It was so strong that I could already feel my orgasm approach. I wanted it to last but I was too afraid that Maria or Max would barge in on me. That thought only excited me further. My left hand ran all over my breasts and stomach while the right kept me deliciously stimulated. I bit my bottom lip to seal any moan that might try to escape my mouth. Pressing the vibrator on my clit, my stomach tightened in knots of pleasure and released in shaking pulses. My toes curled and my back ached. I had never felt so dirty. There I was, on a guest's bed with his vibrator buzzing between my legs. The thought pushed me closer to the edge. Somehow, I felt like the whole world watched me. I felt their eyes on me, on my shaking thighs and pleasure-contorted face. My wetness seeped into the fabric of my blue underwear and I prayed that it wouldn't seep into the bed sheets. That delicious feeling kept building inside me and I knew I would explode. Every muscle tightened as I felt my orgasm release. Sparks spread through my body, causing my toes to curl and my scalp to tickle. I gasped for air like I hadn't breathed the entire time. I switched off the vibrator but the buzzing continued in my ears and body. I smiled deviously, knowing what I just done. That turned me on like nothing else. "That was quite a show." My eyes shot open when I realised that I had an audience. To my completed horror, Mr. Blake leaned against the door with his arms crossed. He didn't appear angry. More amused than anything else. I was horrified. I never heard the door open or close and I never heard him. I was in the deepest pit of shit. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Blake." I began to apologise as I straightened myself out, the previous glow on my face turning into fear. "I don't know where to begin, but my behaviour is inexcusable. But I beg you to forgive me. Please, don't fire me." it all came out so fast I couldn't even make out what I said. Mr. Blake seemed so unaffected by the whole situation. My entire apology meant nothing to him. I wanted to cry but I fought back the tears as I tried to reason with a brick wall. I apologised continuously but he kept staring at me. "I can smell your arousal." He said, sounding more like a strained confession than a statement. "It's intoxicating." Mr. Blake stared me down. His green eyes pieced my soul and I could see the struggle behind them. I didn't understand what he was fighting against. It felt like hours of silence passes between us in mere seconds. He came closer. His sweet aroma weakened my heart as much as his eyes did. Mr. Blake traced his thumb over my swollen lip and just when I thought he might kiss me, he grabbed me and pushed me against the door. As I stood, pinned against the door, he forced me to look at him. His breathing was harsh and his grip tight around my arms. It didn't scare me as much as the look in his eyes. He didn't look at me with desire or want, he had need behind them. I was a wounded lamb in the presence of a starving lion. Paralysed, I stood in front of him. A strong hand held me in place while the other moved down my side gently. He traced the dip of my waist and the curve of my hip slowly. It was torture. Soft fingers caressed my thigh but short nails then dragged into my skin as he moved up. I shook my head in protest, my words escaping me, as he touched my most private parts. "You're practically dripping, Meerah." He whispered. "What a sweet name. I bet you taste just as sweet." Hoisting me up, he threw me on the bed. I crawled away from him but he pulled me back by the ankles. Pulling the while belt from my waist, he pressed me down and tied my hands be hind my back. The screams were silenced by the cushions he pressed me into. His hands came under my skirt, gripped my panties and ripped them off. My skin burned. Mr. Blake flipped me over like I weighed less than a feather. Just as I took one breath to scream, he stuffed the ripped underwear into my mouth. It was humiliating. I tasted myself and I was wet. "I knew I had to have a taste the moment I saw you." he smiled such a boyish smile, but his eyes were far from sweet. Between the almonds ad greens there was evil and lust. He sat between my legs, his eyes burning into me. "Such a pretty pussy indeed." Lifting my leg, he started to kiss the soles of my feet and made his way down. He gave me light kissed and gentle nibbles on my ankle, calve and inner thigh. The sensation made me moan although I was against it. He rested his elbows on the bed and held my thighs is place. Feeling his hot breath on me was incredible. He breathed in and groaned, which I then moaned. His tongue took one long lick from my asshole to my tiny clit. My eyes lolled lack as he circled my sensitive button slowly. It was like I felt every taste bud brush across it. If it wasn't for the gag, the whole hotel would've heard my moans. When he stopped licking my clit, I was almost disappointed but then he moved further down. The tip of his tongue licked around my pussy. His thumb kept rubbing my clit and his tongue fucked me. Before I cried out of fear but now I cried because of the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me. He lapped up all of me that oozed onto his tongue and savored it all. The need to come was overpowering. My hips rolled and rocked against his face. His short nails dug into my thighs until it felt like he might tear through the skin. My second orgasm was so close. My walls tightened around his tongue and my legs shook around his face. Just as I was about to fall over the edge into ecstasy bliss, he stopped. "You'll come on my cock before coming on my face." He grinned as he kneeled between my legs. I saw my own wetness glisten around his mouth. He licked his lips hungrily. Mr. Blake gripped his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing himself. He didn't have the physique of a bodybuilder. He was lean with a muscular torso and lightly chiseled abs. Light blond hair dusted his chest and a thin strip of hair started below his bellybutton and disappeared under his belt. He flipped me over and pressed my face into the bed. I heard him unbuckle his belt and that same fear washed over me. The fear only fueled my desire for him. I never felt this way before. How could I be so afraid of him but want nothing more than to be fucked by him? Strong hands pulled my body up so that I was on my knees. I felt hin at my entrance, pushing hard. With one strong push, he forced his was inside me. It burned like nothing else I'd ever felt. Loosing my virginity wasn't this painful. I didn't give me the chance to get used to his size. With a grunt, he buried himself to the hilt. I couldn't scream. My brain focused only on the pain. "No, no, no." I said repeatedly. Mr. Blake a hushed me and pulled out slowly until only the tip. He spread my legs wider and pushed my face into the bed. His thrusts were slow but he plunged back with a fierce speed and so much strength. It took my breath away. My sobs quickly turned into moans and groans. Mr. Blake gripped my throat and squeezed tight while his fingers played wi my clit. I couldn't think straight. It was all too much. Before I could realise what happened, my body shook like crazy. The pleasure that coursed through me was so strong. I couldn't take it. My vision blurred and faded. Mr. Blake groaned obscenities as my walls tightened around him. He sped up, granting me no mercy. Thousands of needles pricked my skin and my scalp burned. My trout felt raw and my back ached. Through all the pain, I could only focus on my pleasure. Mr. Blake coerced me to only think of him. My muffled screams and his animalistic groans bounced off the walls. His grip tightened around my neck and his thrusts became angry. He pulled me to my knees, pressing my back against his strong chest. Forcing my legs further apart with his, he continued rubbing my too sensible clit. "Come with me Meerah, please." His voice was pained with so much anger that I wanted to run. His animalistic strength kept me in place. "Come for me." I hated my body more than anything, more than him, because it chose to obey his command. The orgasm washed over me like a strong wave, knocking the wind out of me. The pain in my chest t became unbearable and my head felt like bursting. He swelled inside me, stretching me even further. My head fell back and my body went limp. Warmth spread inside me and almost immediately, I felt it ooze down my leg. Tears ran down my cheeks freely and uncontrollably. It wasn't because he came in me, no. The reason why I cried made me sick. I cried because I didn't want it to end. I needed us to stay like that forever. So, have you lived your Whole life in Colorado, Then? No, not yet. This is the end. From dust you've come; to dust you shall return. But, what about awareness, awakeness? What about those memories without foundational experiences; that sense that I've been here, something is familiar, but...what? My stomach burns with hunger. Every time I ejaculate I have to eat shortly afterwards. It takes a lot of protein to keep my big, heavy balls full, and I'm too addicted to ejaculation to ever ignore them. The internet ends here...this is the last page on the internet. Shut it off when you have finished this page, it is all over, there is nothing more for you here. "Go to sleep now, my child, just go to sleep... " "But I can't get my head under my wing." ______________________________________ Why, at sixty two years old, am I having such trouble sleeping? My night time thoughts plague me; "What will become of me?" "To what purpose am I committed?" "Shall I fulfill a small part of a greater - than - me plan?" "Is my assignment being carried out correctly?" "Don't I need more understanding to be able to fulfill my destiny?" "Shall I die and not live, indeed?" "Am I responsible for those weaker ones?" "Who's responsible for me, then?" My torments really never subside. From time to time I shove them aside to actually live in some moment, but they are my companions. They dog me, they track me, and they hunt my peace of mind. They always find a way to influence me, to channel my thinking. Those bitter ones, they say God is dead. They suggest it is weakness to turn to an unknown God when so much hard evidence exists disproving this and proving that. Then, in a few years, "Oh, coffee IS actually quite good for you, salt is not bad, alcohol is beneficial after all, eggs play an important part in healthy diets," and so on and so forth. My own baby brother, 5 years my junior told me, "I've learned that I should not eat anything white, and I haven't. I eat no potatoes, no wheat, no cauliflower, no bananas, no pork, and no milk...nothing white." "You should try that." He was so healthy, thin and fit, when he said that, and I so ill with heart disease, diabetes, kidney failure. He was dead one month to the day later, at 55, suddenly, unexpectedly, undiagnosed. He dropped over dead without warning. What a shock! That was 3 years ago. So, I have reasoned that science is only guessing. Which is what I'm doing, guessing. I must be a scientist, too. Ok, based on that premise, what do I know? I know that sometimes I sense that I am ok, that I am part of a Master Plan and that it is on schedule. But, mostly I worry that I am out of the link. I think I fail to believe. I sense that my time here, give or take 70 years like everyone else, is really only a tiny fleck in eternity. I sense that something that happens here, in those 70 years affects eternity for me, that the energy of some understanding that I gain, some knowledge about things unseen carries an energy for me into the everlasting, as part of something grand. What I don't know is exactly what that is. But it has to do with belief. Ok, I also know a few other things. I am soothed by the comforting words of Psalms, of Proverbs. I love the stories of Kings and Samuel. I read with passion the words of Genesis and Daniel and Ezekiel, Hebrews and Revelations. I feel like I'm reading a Holy diary when I read Isaiah, Jeremiah, Exodus and Judges. In the New Testament, I am knocked over by the sensibility of eternal thinking in the words of Jesus, Paul, Peter, John and others. They whisper a secret into the ears of my soul that soothes the savage beast in me, which vies against me. Those torments that stalk me, they are kept at bay, they are powerless, I am protected. A wall of protection is built around me as I read those words. I ask: So, how could such diverse writings be so powerful? It's just a simple question; Sixty six books, written over how many centuries by differing men with differing influences imposed on them? How could that collection of thoughts, poems, sayings, principals, historical record, be the answer to mankind for that which dogs him from age to age; how could that be, if not authored by One intelligent Being? For, it had to be written so that men who could fly today would be served as well as men who could barely get from place to place then. It had to serve the ill and the well, the rich and the poor; mostly it had to endure the ages. It is enriched with enduring Truth that never changes and that feeds men's hungry souls. Emaciated as we are for some morsel of absolute that we can grasp onto and that will keep us afloat in this sea of doubt, derision and fear, I have discovered what I identify as Eternal and I'm hitching my wagon to it. Thank you for reading my thoughts on this twilight in which we have our being. -Pultoy |
_©2010 by Ron Den (Special thanks to Kirk for editing my story.)_ (M/F nc, oral hospital nurses penile erection problems) \--- -------------------------- Morris Crinshaw sat in his office and read the report concerning the young man in room 319. As the chief administrator for the Greenville Hospital, it was his job to be aware of all that went on in the most modern of all of the city's hospitals. He read about the patient: Name: Michael S. Robertson, Age: 35, Hair: brown, Weight: 175 lbs., Height: 6 ft. Status of patient: In a partial coma, having overdosed on Viagra. He can respond to sounds but cannot move or speak. He has developed a PRIAPISMIC side effect, and, although his body is semi-paralyzed, his penis has remained in a fully erect state. To complicate his condition, his semen output has tripped and MUST BE DRAINED every 6 hours or he will develop another condition known as: "Azure Testeses" or "Blue Balls" a most painful and potentially terminal condition." Morris re-read the last paragraph and didn't know if he should laugh or curse! "A permanent hard-on? Blue Balls? My Gauddddd! What a mess! The poor guy!" Morris thought. Then he remembered the nurse that was constantly on his mind, the blond with the big tits and the fine round ass. Her name was Mona Darlington, a nurse that he had hired about a year ago, the one he had to talk to in his office about her two top buttons being left undone on her uniform. Any other woman he would never have noticed, but Mona, with her magnificent 36DD sized boobs bulging out in such a swelling mound of eye popping, mammalian wealth, was causing a disturbance among the male staff. She was constantly giving Morris an embarrassing hard on whenever she passed him in the halls or was in his office for over a minute or two. He remembered well the day that she sat before him, clad in the tight white nurse's uniform with her deep blue eyes, full pouting red lips, and that Marilyn Monroe look alike face! Her blonde hair was pulled back in a French twist adorned with the white nurse's cap. He eyed her long shapely legs encased in white shiny nylons. Her round bubble butt was begging to be held, and then there was those two full, thrusting, mouth watering boobs. They were man magnets that drove him wild as she maneuvered about the hospital. They bounced just so, advertising to him and everyone else that they were firm to the touch and heavy but yet not drooping. He wondered if the tips were pink or brown? He wondered how they would feel in his mouth? How would her nude, warm body feel under him as he pressed his stiff member, balls deep into that steaming muff? He could imagine her screams and moans of delight as he made love to her all night. "Who am I kidding?" he muttered to himself. "She would never be under me. I didn't have a chance of ever getting her in my bed or even in the back seat of my Caddy!" Morris had seen the young doctors drive off with a smiling, laughing Mona on many occasions, and there were many other handsome men in her life. He was sure of that. The only advantage he had was that he was her boss and this little bit of information. Near the bottom of the report he saw this note: Nurses assigned to patient Robertson are: Ally Cummings, Norma Peters and Mona Darlington. It would be advantageous for Morris to keep an eye on Nurse Mona and the activities in room 319. The words "must be drained every six hours" kept running through his mind and who would be doing this? He had never heard of this patient's condition - permanent erection? "My Gaud, that would certainly come in handy if I ever had a date with Mona!" he chuckled at the thought. Then he saw the letter reminding him that the Hospital Director and a team of people would be touring the building today, an inspection team of damn busybodies! "Just when I thought I might have some time with that sexy female, they have to come and mess things up!" Morris grumbled to himself as he finished up the mess of papers and mail on his desk. Three floors up in room 319 Nurse Mona was being introduced to a new piece of equipment. Head nurse Angie McMasters was taking the object out of the cardboard box and showing it to the three young women. "This is probably the only time you will ever see one of these, ladies. The patient's condition is very rare and usually this never happens. This is a 'Vaccu-Jack' pump!" She said, holding up a large, clear plastic tube-like item. It was closed on one end and had a red plastic hose running from its tip to a black box, the electric pump unit. Mona thought it looked like a large hot-dog with tubing. "This part will go over Mr. Robertson's erection, and, after his sperm is detected and begins to ejaculate, you switch the pump on and it will draw off his excess build-up of sperm!" the head nurse explained. Ally, a slim brunette, spoke up. "One question, Miss McMasters, how do we get the patient err his sperm to be detected? How do we get him to ejaculate, I mean? After all he is in a coma, right?" "Ladies, you all are women with some sexual experience, I assume. Just do the same thing that you would do with your boyfriends on a date!" she said with a straight face as she headed for the door. The three young red-faced nurses were speechless as they stood close to Mike Robertson's bed with his nude body covered with a single white sheet. His huge erect cock created a most prominent "Tent pole effect" which left them in awe. "Oh by the way, Miss Darlington will have the first six hours of duty today. You others have been assigned to follow her. Check the duty roster at the nurse's station," the head nurse added as she left the three young women to contemplate their fate. They stood there with their mouths agape. They had so many questions that were left unanswered. They were literally left holding well not the bag but the 'Vaccu-Jack.' The other nurses left, whispering to themselves and glancing over their shoulders at Mona, holding the plastic "Hot Dog" and standing by the bed looking lost. A card that had been given to Mona read: "Patient must be relieved every six hours. The next SDP (semen draining procedure) should be administered at 9:00 AM." It was 8:55 AM now. She had five minutes to go. Mona was biting her lower lip and her heart was speeding up as she moved closer to the bed and began to pull the sheet down. Mike Robertson was on his back, face up, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. His breathing was regular, and the only other sound in the room was the steady beep-beep of the heart monitor coming from the device set into the wall next to the bed. Mona pulled the sheet pulled all the way down to his ankles. She gasped when she saw his monster size cock which was now prominently erect, standing at attention. It was absolutely huge with a large purplish-red head. It throbbed and strained upwards as Mona eyed the engorged blood vessels that ran the length of his shaft. The shaft was approximately twice as big as any cock that Mona had ever seen, and it pulsated with every breath he took. His testicle were so taunt that they appeared to be one rounded mass of taunt slick skin about the size of a large orange. She slowly put out her index finger and touched the pulsing tip and then gently ran her finger down the full length of his shaft to find his ball sac which she gently squeezed. Mike never blinked an eye but as she pressed his nads, a tiny moan escaped his lips. It was exactly 9:00 AM, and Mona obediently began the task. Grabbing his erection with one hand and placing the other on his chest, she began to pump his massive cock up and down, mentally urging him to help her. His penis began to grow larger, and she felt it fill with more blood as she continued stroking him. After eight minutes, Mona's hand was getting tired, and she wondered if she was doing something wrong. "It always worked with Jerry and Leo," she thought as she brushed the stray wisps of hair away from her forehead and remembered the last date she had with the young doctors. "Maybe, this guy is more visual than most and needs some more stimulation." Mona slowly unbuttoned her blouse, feeling the heat build in her own loins as she started at the massive tool. "Oh well, I might as well go all the way" she thought as she stepped out of her uniform and carefully lay it on the table next to the wall. Now Mona's full, firm bosom was exposed. Her clean white bikini panties and matching white lace bra were quickly removed and placed on the table. Another pair of eyes besides the prone patient's were glued to the now nude young nurse's body and her fabulous bust. Inside a secret observation room next to room 319b was Morris Crinshaw with his mouth drooling and his eyes ogling the young naked nurse through the one- way mirror. The special glass allowed him a perfect view of room 319b. He was in sexual bliss as Mona disrobed and began to lean over the man's nude body, rubbing herself on him as she continued to grasp and squeeze his cock! Morris was beside himself as the spectacle continued. His pants were off in a flash, and he was stroking his cock as Mona unhooked the tight back strap of her bra and removed the garment. She was now totally exposed. Her full, lovely tits with the erect pink nipples were now swinging free, and she was slipping her panties down with one hand as she continued to stroke the patient with the other! Mona had the "Vacuu-Jack" tube positioned on the bed, ready to slip it over his monster cock at the first sign of a pearly-white drop should it appear, and God how she wished it would as her arms were beginning to tire. "Perhaps he would cum if I were to use my lips?" she wisely thought. She leaned closer to his straining cock head, the full lips opening and her eyes closing. Her warm wet mouth closed over his maleness, and she strained a bit to accommodate all of him. She was a little surprised at its girth and texture and somewhat turned on as she swirled her tongue around his gans and then began to slide down lower over the head. She continued to lower her mouth over his hot shaft as she herself got wetter and wetter. She imagined that massive cock buried in her cunt! As she felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat, she began to pull up, but stopped abruptly. The lust building in her own loins spurred her on as she continued to go down on him, taking him deeper. Her nostrils flared and drool dribbled from the corners of her lips as she worked the huge cock in and out of her mouth. In the next room Morris was going crazy with an insane desire for the voluptuous nurse! Just as Mona was about to stop, she felt the patient move and his balls twitch and become even tighter. She removed her mouth from his throbbing organ and reached for the plastic pump device, just as a completely NUDE Morris Crenshaw sprang from a hidden panel in the wall and leaped upon the startled nurse! Mona attempted to slip the "Vacuu-Jack" on the patient and switch on the electrical pump when Morris landed on her and grabbed her two, large, round, slightly pendular breasts. As she screamed and tried to shake off her attacker, Mike was starting to come out of his 6 day old coma, and his erection was acting like a miniature fire hose! Streams of white cum spurted out, hitting Mona and Morris in the face and all over their bodies. It shot as high as the ceiling, and Morris was being drenched in the man's hot semen. As he was attempting to penetrate Mona's slick pussy lips with his most rigid hard on ever, the door to the room swung open and a tall man dressed in a very expensive suit along with three ladies strode into the room! "CRINSHAW! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY MAD! MY GAUDDDDDD!" the Director screamed, hoping that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He prayed that the three naked people were not in the throes of a SEX ORGY in his hospital. The three ladies that had accompanied Director Brunson all fled down the hallway screaming for help. Mona, covered with cum, tried to get up, but Morris captured both of her breasts in his hands and knowing he'd never have another chance like this, inserted his stiff cock into Mona's slick ass. As he plunged his rod balls deep into her wet bottom, Mike, the coma patient was overjoyed to have Mona's superb pair of tits pressed into his face and was busy sucking on one and then the other! His giant and still erect cock was positioned so that it penetrated her slick, tight cunt. Mona was being double penetrated as she gasped and choked on the sperm she had swallowed. She tried to scream but all she could manage was a moaning, mewing sound. "Aahhhhaahhhaheppp mufffffmmmmmmmffffffggggggmmmmohhhh..oh oh!" This whole time the director, Mr. Brunson, was yelling and trying to pull the three people apart on the overloaded hospital bed. "Get off her, you scum! Release her! Stop! Damn it! Morris, are you crazy! STOPPPPPPP!" he yelled at the trio of humping, cum splattered bodies, but he slipped on the slick floor and fell on his butt sliding under the bed! Just as the three were having a powerful orgasm, two husky black orderlies rushed into the room and successfully separated the three. Mona, clutching a damp sheet to her cum dripping body and gasping for breath, was helped out of the room. Morris was arrested by hospital security, and the patient was taken to another room while the room was hosed down and sanitized. Morris, with a big smile on his face, was handcuffed and led away, mumbling about how great Mona was and it had been worth it! The patient was cured of his condition and had a stream of nurses coming into his room to check out his relaxed penis, telling him it was their duty to check on him. They measure his length and monitored any build-up of sperm, in case he should have a relapse and again be subjected to the terrible pressure and the swollen testes. Some of the nurses even started calling it the "BABY BATTER AFFAIR." Several weeks later a hospital board (of all men), decided that Mona should not be fired and because the patient's problem was so unusual and Mona was simply trying to follow orders, there would be no disciplinary action. Crinshaw was censured, given another job as vice-administrator in another hospital. The young patient, Mike Robertson, fully recovered and is now head of a nudist colony in southern California. Mona changed jobs and is now CEO of a female escort service. THE END People love to fuck, but we don't like the consequences of it. I can't blame anyone for that. Sex is fun but carries a lot of risk. We crave the physical intimacy, the pleasure, the emotional closeness, the naughtiness and a million other perks. What we clearly do not crave is the nine months of pregnancy and the financial and emotional stress of raising a child. The birth control industry is making a lot of money off of that reasonable fear. In 2019 the U.S. contraceptive market size was valued at around $7 billion. The global condom market was valued at $6.76 billion in 2017. USA Today claimed in 2013 that 5.8 million American women have used emergency contraception at least once. Many people use contraceptives for a multitude of reasons that have nothing to do with avoiding pregnancy but it is obviously a major reason why they are purchased. Yet despite these efforts to avoid pregnancy, accidental conception is not uncommon. The Washington Post reported in 2018 that forty five percent of America's six million yearly pregnancies were unintended. The Center for Disease Control claimed in 2018 that 619,591 abortions were reported from forty nine reporting areas. Many areas and states do not report on abortion statistics, so the number is much higher. Clearly, despite a concerted effort to avoid unwanted conceptions, they happen frequently. Any one instance of unprotected sex resulting in pregnancy is unlikely but obviously unprotected sex happens frequently enough. As much as we want to separate sex from pregnancy, it can never fully happen. Sure, women everywhere could unaminously decide to only get fucked in the ass every time they had sex if they didn't want to get pregnant but I really doubt that billions of women would go for that. There is no avoiding it: the vagina is part of the reproductive system. A man can fuck a woman for any reason but as far as biology is concerned, you gave her body an opportunity to get her pregnant. As much as we don't want it to be true, sex is meant for procreation. (I'm sorry if I sound like a preacher, I don't mean to.) Deep down, our bodies want it to happen. Women dress sexier when they're in the mood. Their reproductive system makes getting pregnant easier. She may not be the raging ball of lust that a man is 24/7, but an ovulating woman does indeed want to fuck. A woman can be using an IUD, a diaphragm, and making sure her man is wearing a condom but her body will still want the chance to fertilize the egg. When we find someone that we want to fuck, they are attractive in some way. No one want to fuck someone ugly and stupid. The more attractive they are, the more we want to fuck them. Let's be honest, if we are going to get pregnant by someone (or get someone pregnant) don't we want them to be good looking? It's flattering when someone wants to fuck us. Both people know the frustration and desperation that they are feeling when they're horny. One of them has been thinking about the other and it is such a driving, motivating desire. They need that feeling to be fulfilled and they want that person to do the fulfilling. It really is an amazing feeling when we finally see the object of our desire nude, isn't it? Finally, the frustrating lack of knowledge can't vex us anymore. Finally, we can touch her skin, gently explore her waist, her full heavy breasts and caress her curvy ass. Ultimately, its her open pussy that we need to see. It is the last obstacle, the ultimate goal. Seeing her lay on the bed with her legs wide open is the last act of acceptance on her part. She chose you, selected you from the other men she has met. Other men have wanted her, looked at her body. She didn't lay still and open her legs for them but she's doing it for you. You want her pussy and she wants you to have it. You love it when a woman is moaning and gasping as you pound your dick into her. She likes it too and is actively encouraging you to keep it up, keep fucking her. Imagine if you stopped suddenly, before you finish. You'd hate it but so would she. When you fuck, you need to finish. Let's face it, for better or worse, sex is done when the man finishes. You both want to see the look of loss of control on the other's face. She's closed her eyes, her neck is arched, her tits are bouncing with every pump you give her. She's grabbed your waist and has her legs wrapped tightly around you. She doesn't want you going anywhere. Finally, it's about to happen. Wrapping your arms around her body and pressing yourself on top of her tits, you thrust one last time as deep as possible and deposit as many million sperm as deep inside her as you can. Cumming deep inside is such a powerful, masculine feeling. It is a feeling of triumph. You've succeeded, you've cum inside of a sexy, curvy woman, who is now panting for breath. She knows that you've left your DNA inside her, how couldn't she know? Other men have wanted to fill her but she chose you. Your sperm are what she wanted, consciously or not. Things are out of your control now. Your sperm are trying to fertilize her egg as quickly as possible. Even as she gets up to shower, you have still left a part of yourself inside her and it will stay inside her as long as it can. Under her still calming belly, her body is trying to get her pregnant as well. It doesn't matter if she wants the baby or not, her body is working just as hard as yours to fertilize her egg. Her body wanted her to get fucked and to collect potent, fertile sperm to make a baby. Thats why she wanted you and not the other men. Soon her healthy, sexy body will be nurturing a new life inside her, one that you put there. Other men will still turn their heads as she walks by, but her uterus will already be growing with a baby. Your baby. I admit, the impregnation fantasy is very narcissistic. "The gorgeous woman wants your baby." Still, the woman doesn't have to be a model for the fantasy to work. Few of us will marry a "perfect" woman or man but that doesn't make the reality of creating life with your loved one any less of a turn on. You've chosen each other, and that is fucking hot. It is also hot to remember that this is a fantasy that has serious real life consequences. Having an unplanned pregnancy can ruin lives, for the parent, their families and the child. Please, always use protection unless you are looking to become a parent. Make sure both partners respect each other and have discussed their consent to take part in this fantasy. Geoff lay on the beach looking up at the clear blue sky. He though how in different circumstances this would be the perfect view on the perfect beach. But as he sat up and looked at the wreckage around him he remembered all too well the horror of the night before. He remembered being awakened by the claxon and herded into lifeboats. It all seemed like a dream as he recalled the fear and confusion surrounding the wreck. He still did not know what had happened. He remembered watching the ship sink after the lifeboats had launched. He heard the officers counting passengers and the relief in their voices as all their charges had made it safely to boats. The sea had been rough as the lifeboats struggled to stay close to one another. So rough in fact that he remembered all too well most of the passengers heaving over the sides of the boat. He recalled with shame how he had wretched uncontrollably until there was nothing left in his stomach. That's when it happened, he remembered. He was leaning over the side, recovering from the latest wave of sea-sickness when the boat had been hit by a wave. The stern had risen up rapidly and thrown him overboard like a rag doll. He had clung to his vest and must have fallen asleep because he woke here on the beach without another sole in sight. He had pulled himself up off the beach and sheltered under a tree before the warm morning sun woke him. Now here he was. He felt unharmed and well. It was hard to believe that he had been through so much. He decided to take stock of where he was and what supplies could be found. He looked around the beach and found that he could easily survive for weeks if necessary. Rations and water purification kits had been tossed overboard along with him apparently. He even found a camping stove and tent in a chest marked "survival adventure". He spent most of the day putting together a campsite and gathering all the supplies he needed. He was surprisingly well equipped. He had more than enough supplies to keep him alive for a long time. He hoped he would not need them for very long. As Geoff surveyed his campsite and finished taking stock he realized he was in great shape for physical survival. He had even found some sunscreen. In the area of comfort he was a little less prepared. He had found a pair of water shoes that fit and kept him from cutting up his feet. He still had his robe that he had put on while rushing out of his cabin and he was wearing underwear but he could find nothing else in the way of clothing. Luckily this island was in the tropics and it was very warm even at night. He really had no reason to need clothes he just felt a little awkward wearing nothing but his underwear. As one day turned into the next Geoff began to explore his island little by little. He found fruit trees and abundance of fish to eat. He even found a freshwater stream nearby. It was on one of these trips that he found himself climbing a tree to see what could be seen of the island from the top. He climbed quickly up and surveyed the island. It was relatively small and he could catch a glimpse of the other side so he knew he could walk there. As he started back down it happened. One branch snapped beneath his foot as he fell off the supporting branch. He found himself suspended by his underwear as the fabric gave way. He quickly grabbed a branch as the last of the waistband broke; he clambered back down breathless and naked but unhurt. He went back to his camp and donned his terry robe, thankful to have it to cover him. But as the day wore on he quickly realized that the terry robe was far too hot to wear all the time. Reluctantly he put it in his camp and ventured out naked. The first day he was shy and kept near to bushes and other places to hide. But the next he found himself becoming accustomed to the feeling and by the third day he was oblivious to his nudity. Once again he explored further and further away from his camp. As he explored he began to find more items from the ship: a deck chair, an umbrella, a bottle of wine and even a can of caviar. One day when he had ventured the furthest yet, he found a footprint. It was smaller than his but very recent. He followed it. He began to hope that he was not alone after all. Then he saw someone in the distance and shouted "hello!" He began to move rapidly hoping they would see him. His heart leaped with joy as he realized the person had seen him. As they hurried towards each other he could tell that it was a woman wearing a white bathing suit and suddenly he remembered, he was naked. He quickly turned and hid behind a large bush as she ran towards him. "Oh my, I never thought I would see another person, are you from the ship? Do you have a boat? Why are you hiding?" She asked in a rush. "I don't have any clothes" he blurted out as she moved around behind the bush. "Oh" was her reply as he moved to keep the bush between him and her. "I don't care about that" I've been wearing a bra and panties for days. Do you have food? I'm starving." she said. At the mention of food Geoff quickly told her that he had all they could use and more. As he looked over the bush at her for the first time he realized how attractive she was. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and revealed a shapely neck. Her neck lead to her shoulders and Geoff soon found himself staring at her large breasts which were barely contained within a tattered bra. It was so tattered that one nipple could be seen through a hole in the cup. As he looked further down he saw her stomach and hips and then her equally threadbare thong panties. He realized she was right. She was nearly as naked as he was but having looked at her he realized also that he had to stay hidden for another reason. He was now fully aroused from looking at her. "I'm really hungry; can we please go to your camp? She asked. Before he could answer she grabbed his hand and began to pull him out from behind the bush. When she caught site of his erection she giggled and asked "Is it always like that or are you just happy to see me?" He smile and laugh put him at ease and he lead her to his camp. As she neared his camp she could not believe his abundance. He had water and food and even wine. She ate and drank her fill while he sat in the deck chair and smiled and her. Oblivious to his gaze she filled herself until she could eat no more. Then she looked around at his surroundings finally at him. "Thank you" she said "I was afraid I would starve." She grabbed a chair and they talked. They shared their stores of the ship and the night of the wreck long past sundown. Geoff opened a bottle of wine for Lyn (he learned was her name) and they drank it together as they laughed at each other's stories. Lyn laughed until she had tears in her eyes when Geoff told her of falling out of the tree and losing his underwear. He laughed equally hard when she told of reaching down for a leaf to wipe herself and grabbing a snake instead. Finally they wore themselves out with tales and each began to yawn. Without thinking Lyn removed her bra and panties and lay down on his bedding. She pulled the parachute cloth he used as a sheet over herself. This thin silky cloth made her form even more erotic than it was before. The outline of her breasts and nipples were clearly visible in the soft light of the candles. His erection sprang to life immediately and there was no hope of concealing it. So he stood there staring at her and she stared back. She sat up allowing the silky cloth to drop from her shoulders. It hung deliciously for a second or two suspended from her now erect nipples before falling into a pile around her hips. "You know" she said in a lusty whisper "I'm still a little hungry." With that she leaned forward and licked the drop of precum forming on the tip of his cock. Geoff moaned in pleasure before gasping as she took it deep into her mouth. Lyn began to suck him deep into her throat then she pulled off and circled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him all the way in again. She continued this action as she ran her hands up his thighs to fondle his balls. She toyed with the sensitive spot behind them each time she sucked him fully inside her mouth. She began to feel him tense as he began to throb and get even harder inside her mouth. She began to urge him on faster and faster while she sucked harder on his cock now flowing with precum. "I'm cumming" he cried as he tried to pull from her mouth but she took him deep in her throat and held his body tight against her with her arms. He came hard down her throat as she drank every drop. Then she sucked the remainder out of him before lettting his limp dick flop from her mouth. "Thanks again for the meal" she said as she smiled up at him. He smiled down at her. "You know", he said "I'm a little hungry myself." He knelt down in front of her slowly pushing her back onto the bedding. He gazed hungrily at her wet lips splayed open before him. Then he dived onto her lapping hungrily at her lips. His tongue expertly caressed and teased her lips before exciting her clit into erectness. Lyn moaned in pleasure as each lick with his tongue excited her more bringing her all to quickly to the feeling of a massive orgasm rising within her. She could not slow the tide even if she had wanted to as he licked and teased her clit into ecstasy. Lyn's moans turned into a scream of pleasure as she came, pulling Geoff's face harder onto her clit before pushing him away. By now Geoff had become aroused again and rose on his knees. Parting her thighs he gently entered her hot moist cunt still quivering from its recent orgasm. He was the one to be surprised as he pushed all of the way in and began to back out slowly. She held him to her tightly with her legs; her heel pressing against his butt. Then she began to grip him with tight contractions moving up and down the length of his cock. He moaned in surprise and pleasure as her cunt began to milk him. The pleasure was not his alone though as delighted as she was at his reaction to her "skill" she was barely able to contain the effect that his thick head was having inside her as it throbbed against her g-spot. Each time she squeezed him with she was rewarded by her own burst of pleasure. They lay together motionless on the outside but inside her was a flurry of activity as she squeezed his hard cock with her muscles and he throbbed in response. Without moving they brought themselves closer and closer to orgasm until at last they came together in loud moans. He filled her with his hot cum while she milked him in spasms of joy. Finally they collapsed and fell asleep in each others arms. They awoke the next morning in each others arms. Geoff got up first and began the morning chores to set the camp in order. He went to a bush he knew nearby and found the nest of a wild chicken he knew was there. It was a good day; there were two eggs. He came back to camp and made breakfast for Lyn. Eggs and canned ham with coffee were like heaven to her. She had been struggling to find enough nourishment on her side of the island now he provided all she needed, and more. She pretended to doze while she watched him whistling and working around the camp, comfortable in his nakedness. She decided to get up and not put what little clothes she had back on. Thus began the days that followed. They became more comfortable with each other, their own bodies and the process of survival. Their newness to each other did provide ample opportunity for arousal at the most unusual moments. Once while she was digging for a clam in the beach he watched her naked bottom poking up in the air while she was on her knees digging. He became so aroused that he crept up behind her and they made passionate love doggy style, totally forgetting about the clam. Once when he was napping his cock began to grow in his sleep and, fascinated, she watched it until it became completely erect before she reached over to him and took it into her mouth. She was never sure if he woke up before or during the orgasm that filled her mouth. One morning as they made ready for the day, they heard a plane approaching. Curious they watched as it came straight for them. It waved its wings and dropped a small parachute with a box trailing blue smoke as it passed. The drop master was apparently very skilled as it landed only a few yards from their camp. Lyn and Geoff watched it fall and slowly approached the container. They opened the box to find their suitcases and supplies for cleaning up themselves (a portable shower, shampoos etc.). The instructions on the lid told them they had until 3 pm to be ready for their pickup. Luckily there was a watch included as they had no idea of the time. Standing on the beach now uncomfortable in their clothes they both took time to reflect on their stay. It really had been a survival adventure that was all the brochure had promised and more. They promised to see each other in the real world but both knew in their hearts that was unlikely. They kissed one last slow kiss before the boat came into view to take them home again. |
She pulled into the parking lot of Loggers' Beach. It was a beautiful day, high 80s, not a cloud in the sky. The parking lot was technically a parking lot only in that there were a few rows of cars in the open field. The rutted dirt road from the highway banged and pounded axles, struts, and shocks. It made for unfriendly terrain. She eased the jeep into a spot and climbed out. Two men walking toward the sandy path smiled at her. She smiled back. Her belly tingled as she headed towards the lakeshore. It was always exciting to come here. She was perhaps the only of her kind to come to this beach, her kind being under 50 and female. She usually went to Berwyn Beach with its own freeway off-ramp, private showers, bathrooms, food areas, bar, and three mile stretch of beautiful sand. Loggers' Beach had only a few hundred yards of beachfront with a pair of free-standing shower spigots and two Porta-johns. But every now and then she was pulled here by powers beyond her control. She walked over the single dune and onto the beach. Two dozen men were scattered over the sand. They were in different states of undress, most completely nude. She trailed between towels, never looking at anyone, and stopped at a point 10 yards off the water. The crowd was at her back as she looked out into the water. She unrolled her towel and kicked her sandals off. She dug her toes into the sand and smiled at what was coming next. An unfocused murmur of appreciation rippled through the sunbathers as she pulled off her white t-shirt. She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair, almost bleached white from the sun, was put in a pony tail. Her deeply tanned skin stood in contrast to her light blue bikini top. She loved the top. The straps on it were so thin she constantly expected them to snap from the weight of her large breasts. The neckline was incredibly low, showing plenty of cleavage. Her tits threatened to pop out every time she moved. She stood for a second, hands on hips, looking out at the water. She undid the snap on her denim shorts and let them slide down her legs. They hit the sand and she stepped out of the leg holes. She also loved her matching thong bottoms. The waist ran high on her hips almost disappeared in the crack of her ass. The bottoms showed her long, lean legs and her tight, curved ass. She bent over at the waist to pick up her clothes and pile them on her towel. There were no catcalls or whistles but she knew she had their attention. She laid on her back and rested on her elbows. The wind and the sun felt like a warm blanket on her skin. A few minutes rolled by before the first of the exhibitionists came near. An older man, mid-50s, strolled by. He walked right in front of her, slowly, and turned so she could not miss his gray-pubed crotch. He stood directly between her and the lake, facing the water. He leaned down to stretch, reaching for one foot, then the other. His asshole winked at her and his balls hung down, framed by his legs. She smiled at the obviousness. The guy took a few more seconds and straightened. Well, she thought to herself, two can play at that game. She stood and stretched. She could feel eyes follow her hands as they reached for the snaps at the back of her top. The man directly in front of her turned and faced her. His gaze dropped below her neck as she undid the clasp. She pulled it off her body and let the material fall to the sand. She stood topless. The man standing in front her stared. His hand wandered to his balls and rubbed. He probably didn't even realize it. Not wanting to be a cock-tease, she eased her bottoms over her hips and down her legs. She pulled them off her ankles and tossed them to the ground. Completely naked, she faced the man. His hand started tugging on his cock. She sat back down and leaned back, putting her weight on her elbows. She spread her legs and put her feet in the sand on either side of the beach towel. She had shaven bare that morning. The man stared between her thighs at her hairless pussy. She loved attention, even as a kid. She always talked and moved to get attention. As she hit her teen years, it turned to acting out. She shoplifted, spray-painted, broke things, tried drugs, wore slutty clothes... She did a lot of things for attention and she never found what she was looking for. She saw a psychiatrist for a week once. He told her the origin of pain on her very first visit. "Your father left you at an early age and your mother was too stretched between your four other siblings. There was no male role model or figure in your life to guide you." This he as she knelt at the foot of his expensive leather chair. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, her tongue coaxing the cum from his balls. He continued to talk as she took all of him in her mouth, her lips brushing the underside of his soft belly. His hand pushed on the back of her head as she swallowed his heavy load. He pulled his pants on and asked the secretary to schedule her for Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday that week. She had not disappointed. That was a few years ago. She evened things out and her only risky and illegal behavior was this. She felt like she came a long way. A few more guys came wandering around, circling like jackals. She ignored them, let them look, and basked in the glow of their attention. Ten minutes later she decided to go for a dip. She stood and faced away from the water. Most heads were turned her way. No one faked disinterested. The men knew she wanted to be seen and they watched. She leaned over and grabbed her thin white t-shirt. She pulled the tight cotton material over her breasts and down to her hips. The shirt stretched to encase her big tits. She walked, naked from the waist down, into the water. It was cool and refreshing. She swam out and enjoyed the water. She loved the way it caressed her body and slid over her pussy and her nipples. She frolicked and enjoyed the sensation of being weightless. She started to swim back to shore after a time. She noticed more men grouped closer to her towel. They all watched expectantly and she felt like she was rock star at a concert. The t-shirt worked wonderfully. Grins broke out as she walked up to the shoreline. Her big tits were encased in wet tee. She saw a camera being pointed at her and she sashayed her hips even more. Logger's Beach was sexually liberal and several men were gently stroking themselves while watching her. Two guys had each other's cocks in their hands, their eyes fixed on her body. She walked to her towel and fought to pull the adhesive shirt over her head. She yanked it off and tossed the shirt to sand next to her shoes. She walked quickly to the open-air spigot. Her tits bounced and jiggled, her ass swayed, and lean muscle worked in her legs as she walked through the loose knot of men. She stood under the shower and pulled the cord. Cold water sluiced over her body. She imagined how she looked: A young, tight-bodied, blonde girl with an amazing rack showered nude in front of an audience of twenty guys. Most of them were middle aged or older. She hoped they thought about her when they fucked their wives tonight. She rinsed the lakewater off her body and went back to her towel. She was intercepted by three guys, mid-30s, all wearing swim trunks. "Um, hi," said one holding a digital camera. "Hello," she said back. "We've never been to a nude beach before and no one would believe us if we told them what happened. Can we take your picture?" She nodded and struck a pose. Her back was arched and her breasts pulled tight. One leg was in front of the other, her hips dipped seductively. Two of the guys moved to take a spot on each side of her. They put their arms around her waist. *whizzz-CLICK* went the camera. "One more," the guy with the camera said. This time, both guys dropped their hands below the belt. Each held a cheek and gave a slight squeeze. She laughed and did the same. For a second, she grabbed their asses over the bathing suits. Before the picture was taken, she slid her hands inside both waistbands and squeezed. The guy on the right was hairy and the guy on the left had smooth skin. They laughed and the camera shot. *whizzz-CLICK* She had never been nude in front of a camera before and she was thrilled to do it. "Get ahold of them tits!" someone called out. The suggestion made the guy with the camera pause. She shrugged and grins broke out on both sides of her. The guys turned to face her. The hairy one was aggressive and immediately took her tit in his hands. He rubbed her nipple and she felt electricity course down to her crotch. Her nipples were ultra-sensitive and she could come by playing with them. The guy's other hand was busy, too. It ran up and down the side of her body, squeezing her ass, her thigh, and groped her stomach. Hairless was more timid. He gently took her in his hand and put his other hand in the small of her back. The light caress of his fingers turned her on even more. She didn't need groping, she liked the soft touch. *whizzz-CLICK* "You know, guys," she said after the picture was taken, "This is a nude beach and you two are still wearing clothes." She dropped to her knees between the two. She adroitly undid the drawstrings of one bathing suit, then the other. She pulled down the Hairless's suit first. He had barely any beach fuzz on his body. She helped him get his feet out of the leg holes of suit. Hairy already had his suit off and lying in the sand a foot away. She knelt between the two, their cocks near her face. *whizzz-CLICK* She took one in her hand, then the other. She gently rubbed and felt them both start swelling. She looked up at the camera, two strangers' dicks in her hands. *whizzz-CLICK* Other men from around the beach started walking over, forming a loose circle around the four of them. Many were stroking their dicks and watching the show unfurl. She was not a cocktease, she told herself. But with these two guys already getting hard, if she blew them, would she suck and fuck every other guy on this beach? And eat the pussy of the nude grandmother who sat alone on the other side of the beach? She dropped Hairless's erect cock and cupped his balls in her palm. His knees buckled as she took him in her hot, wet mouth. "Holy shit!" someone said. *whizzz-CLICK* Better get started, she thought. _TO BE CONTINUED..._ |
'Sabrina's wife sets her up on a date with her boss. Sabrina goes to lots of parties, meets lots of people, makes lots of money and has lots of great sex.' *** A late model BMW was traveling on Ventura Freeway, on its way to Calabasas. "I can't believe I'm this drunk, what the hell did I have back there?" a dark haired woman in her late twenties was complaining to the man driving. "I hope Suze is okay. Thank's for driving me home." she slurred. "That's okay I'm going this way anyway." He made a slight turn off the exit ramp. "We should be there in a couple of minutes." She stretched and burped. "Sorry, you know when we get to my place... house you get to meet Sabrina... ha ha.. She will be all girled out. My God it's Friday night, she will probably be all done up like a superstar, she goes crazy when I'm not home." "I hope she's up," He sighed. "I'm probably going to need some help getting you in, you are definitely going to need some coffee or at least a shower. "She will, I'm sure she is on her 15th outfit of the night." She coughed. "You will love seeing her all girled out, she is in for a surprise, ha ha." "We're here, why don't you give her a quick call." "Oh yeah and send her back in the closet..." A little sarcastically. *** I heard the commotion outside the door and they were in before I had any chance to hide or turn down the music. When Lola, my wife of 3 years, went out at night with people from work she always let me dress in my female clothes. I have been crossdressing since I was in grammar school, I'm 27 now, and I was very good at it. I was 5' 8", 145 pounds with long naturally red hair, though I usually wore a wig. I was looking at them though one now which came down to the middle of my back, with a fringe over my eyes. "Oh hello." the man said surprised, as he paused and gave me the once over. I watched him start at my heels and made his way up my black nyloned legs, before stopping on my 34 C's. "Lola had a little too much to drink, hanging out with the firm." He smiled. "And you are?" He reached out one hand while he nonchalantly held Lola in the other. Lola laughed and said. "This is my husband.. Sabrina... isn't she pretty? Mwah..." She laughed and collapsed onto the couch. She loved to introduce me as her husband when I was all dressed up, she has even done that to me in restaurants, no matter how many times I have asked her not to. It made me uncomfortable. "Hi, I'm Grayson Marks, I think we have met under different circumstances, but I would have remembered meeting a beautiful woman like you before." I smiled, and felt a little chill go up my arms as he grabbed my hands. Mr. Marks was Lola's boss. She had been working for him since before we were married. He started to pick up Lola again. "I was thinking she might need a shower, but let's just get her into bed." We both grabbed a side and made our way to the bedroom. It wasn't easy wearing 6 inch pumps, and a very short gold sequined dress. I also had my long nails on too which made it quite difficult to get a grip, and my long hair was getting tangled in the sea of arms. Once she was in bed I walked him to the door. "Very nice to meet you." He smiled. "Let's do this again sometime." We laughed as he grabbed my hand and said goodbye. 'I met him at a party He said the sweetest things when he hit on me Wrapped up in his arms I was blinded by his charm and I couldn't see' *** The next day at the office. "Lola can you come in here?" Mr. Marks calls on the speaker phone. Lola walks in. "Yes what's up?" "I was wondering, I have that shareholders Christmas party on Friday. I want to make a good impression." He gave her a tentative smile. "Do you think... Sabrina could come with me to it?" "What?" Slightly shocked. "You want my husband to be your date at THAT party, I know people going to it." He shrugged. "It's just that she is so glamorous, she would fit in so well, my stock at the shareholder party would skyrocket. Plus Maureen told me she wasn't going to any more work functions with me. Honestly I think she just hates leaving her house." "I will have to think about it." "Well why don't you ask her." He says as he hands her his phone. "Oh my God, she would say yes in a heartbeat, getting all dressed up is her prime motivation in life." "Well then how about a little incentive, you know that Jack's old office is empty. Why don't you move into it? You can move in right now, I'll call some of the guys to help." *** "Sabrina?" I didn't like her calling me by my femme name when I wasn't dressed up, but I walked into the living room anyway to see what she wanted. "I was talking to Grayson today. He loved meeting you, by the way, he called you glamorous. He is going to an important party on Saturday and he wants to take you with him. He said he will spring for the dress and salon visit." To say I was speechless, would be putting it mildly. I couldn't even think straight. "He, he wants to take me? Why?" I mumbled. "Why?" She said slightly annoyed. "Why not, when he came over you were all girled out. I'm sure he thought you were Emma Stone or Bryce Dallas Howard. You were probably dressed to the nines showing more cleavage and leg than any supermodel. Not that I remember any of it." "I was just wearing my gold dress, it's nothing special." "Well he thought so and he wants you as eye candy for his party." She walked into her bedroom and then stuck out her head. "And don't make it sound like you are not thrilled." I was thrilled but I was also quite nervous about it. "Won't I know people from your office?" "No it's a shareholders party, none of us under-lings are ever invited, it's very fancy and exclusive. I'm sure you will love it, Miss Diva." *** Wednesday afternoon Lola called me. "Get a little dressed up tonight, Grayson is coming over with a credit card for you to use at the salon. Well, maybe don't get too dressy just something casual instead." I was working from home and I finished early to start getting ready. I was very excited about this proposition. Lola always accused me of dressing flamboyantly as a woman, but I was definitely more crossdresser than Drag Queen. Even my makeup was always a little subdued. I was pretty passable and I didn't really need too much to make me feminine. I love the whole transformation, and it was going to be even better with an audience. I wasn't used to talking to men while dressed as a woman, but the times it has come up have been very exciting. I was going to have to do something to knock this sexual energy back that was surging through my body though, otherwise I wasn't going to make it through the evening. I walked into my pink and white bedroom. My room was on the whole other side of the house, very private but also very big. Lola didn't mind me dressing up as long as I stayed in my own space. I had a huge closet filled with all kinds of feminine finery and I had a walk in closet just for my shoes and accessories. I was also surrounded by mirrors. I was going to be all in beige tonight, nothing more conservative than beige, and I put everything I would be wearing onto my pink covered bed. After a long bubble bath, I closely shaved my legs. I had already had electrolysis on my face, chest and arms so that was always smooth. Standing in front of my mirror, I slipped on my 34 C breast forms, then my silky bra and corset. I tucked myself in and slipped on my panties and then slid on nude pantyhose. I then took a couple of photos for flickr, while I spun in front of the mirror. I loved showing off my tuck, my crotch was always smooth and perfect. My wife always makes fun of my small penis but it is the perfect size for wearing panties. Of course while I was posing I practiced my female voice and spoke some of the phases I was likely to say tonight. "Thank you I know I'm beautiful... Yes the PTA meeting was quite informative... Of course I know I'm hot and that's why I'm letting you grab my breasts and ass." Laughing, I sat at my vanity and brushed out my copper red wig. It was a layer cut with full bangs and 30 inches down past my boobs. I put it on and did my makeup. I loved putting on my lashes. I've never really felt dressed until they were on. A little mascara, shadow and blush and onto my second favorite part. I did my lips in a light plum to match my longer nails. Okay, now was the time to take care of releasing some of this sexual tension. I slid on my black high heels which I tied around my ankles, and slipped in my big gold hoops. I pulled out my eight inch realistic looking dildo and placed it on a column that faces one of my mirrors. There was a little mark on it so I knew precisely where to place it. It is one of my 3 dildos but this one is definitely my favorite. They are also the things that Lola knows nothing about. I slid down my pantyhose and panties and lubed myself up. Once I was in position, I backed up and felt the hard cock at my back entrance. I loved the feeling of it against my ass and I played a while before centering it on my 'pussy.' Slowly I felt it inch inside me. "Oh my God baby, keep going." I crooned as I felt its length enter me. Watching my breasts hang and bounce in the mirror is what always takes me over the edge. There is nothing sexier than a hot woman in heels impaled by a hard dick, and moaning and begging is my favorite thing to do while being filled. All too soon I'm bucking and pushing the hard cock all the way inside me. Once I feel the balls against my bottom I start screaming, "Fuck me, Christ... keep it coming... don't stop..." Suddenly I'm cumming on the floor, while still moaning and thanking God no one is home to hear me. I push in and out a little more and then lean forward 'til the hard cock slowly plops out of my ass. I have a little rest and clean up, feeling wonderful and fulfilled, and then I start getting ready again. I step into my dress, and button up the front. I add a thin feminine watch and a choker to hide the seam of my forms. I knew I was going to become excited in this dress so I sat down again and took control of the situation. I loved looking sexy in the mirror and I had to sit down and enjoy it while the emotion flowed through me. I gave myself a little wink in the mirror, knowing that I was just about to embark on a new adventure. I then took a couple of more pictures in my outfit for my flickr account. My admirers really appreciate it. Lastly a little spritz of Chanel No 5, and I went into the living room to make drinks at our bar, and wait for them to arrive. Of course I played Gloria Gaynor on Pandora, she was never far from my playlist. 'I Will Survive" is my go-to song. I don't know how many times I have lip- synced to that in my mirror. Gloria was always on when I got all dressed up. 'At first I was afraid, I was petrified' I had the martinis ready when they walked in. Lola led the way. Grayson was wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit, and he had a pronounced 5 o'clock shadow. He had to be at least 6'4", and he towered over Lola. "Look drinks are all ready." She laughed. "Sabrina is the perfect trophy wife, I will be right back, get comfortable." Grayson walked over and took my hand and kissed it. "Wow you look amazing," He said as he gazed at my eyes below my red fringe. "I am very skeptical about you being anything but a gorgeous woman. Is your hair real? Red hair is so beautiful." I just beamed and said thank you. "Please sit.. Martini?" "Of course." He just kept looking at me while he sipped. "Thank you so much for doing this for me, I never stand out at these things, I don't even know if anyone remembers me when it's over." He stood up and we clinked glasses. "No one will forget when I walk in with the most beautiful girl in the room." "I think you are exaggerating..." I said as Lola walked in, wearing her regulation black track suit and reaching out her hand. "Where's mine?" We sat talking for a while and they both complimented me on my dress. "Is that new? I don't remember seeing that one sashaying around the house." I just rolled my eyes as Grayson handed me an American Express card. "I almost forgot," He apologized. "Buy whatever you want, whatever you need. I can't thank you enough, buy something for Lola too." I took the card and placed it in my purse. I already called Marigold at the salon and ordered the works. The early evening turned to night, so I made dinner and more drinks. When it was time to go Grayson took my hand again and kissed it. I felt the roughness of his lips and it made me swoon. "Your nails are so nice, I love a woman with long perfect nails." He then kissed both Lola and I on the cheek and he said his goodbyes. "God, I can't wait to see you on Friday." As the door closed Lola looked at me and said. "What are you doing to that man, I have never seen him give someone so much attention before. Ha, he must have a thing for redheads." "I'm going to sleep in my room tonight since I'm all dressed up." I told her. I wasn't ready to put Sabrina away just yet. Actually I figured I might as well stay female for the rest of the week. I took off my makeup and dress, and got ready for bed. Of course a little Gloria Gaynor before I slipped under the sheets, I put on one of my favorites 'Substitute.' 'Ooh! I'll be your substitute whenever you want me Oh don't you know I'd be your substitute Whenever you need me' Lola wouldn't let me sleep with her as Sabrina, I always had to stay in my own room, in my own nighties. Lola says she wasn't a lesbian with no lesbian tendencies. Well Sabrina was exactly the same. "Goodnight Gloria." *** I made an appointment at Marigolds a place near one of the Art Galleries I have done business with in the past. I have been there a number of times in the last 3 years and I am always happy with the results. Marigold always says I walk in a housewife and I walk out a Diva. I hope it works that way today too. I walked in wearing a long pink and blue flowered dress. The hem came down to my ankles. I wore pink high heeled sandals and I carried a cute little matching clutch. "Come on." She said. "We have a lot to get through today, the girls are ready for you. Take off everything, including your boobs, and put on this robe." I sat down and they immediately started taking off my wig and then washed my hair. I was going to get extensions, I wanted my hair to go half way down my back and I told her to dye it darker. I was going all the way. I can't imagine Lola getting mad at me for this, it was for her and her boss after all. While a woman worked on my hair another started on my nails. I wanted glass extensions, I really wanted to put a dent in Grayson's card. I couldn't wait to see what I would be wearing. I had Marigold pick out my outfit, and she didn't want to show me until she was done. It was time for my foundations. "You are a D cup now my dear." She explained. "Your dress will look much sexier with a larger top, and no cleavage tonight it is going to be all about your legs." She gave me a wink as I put on my panties and nude sheer pantyhose. Once the D cups were on they put me in a nude bustier, corset combo and hooked me in. My waist lost about 3 inches and it looked fantastic. I sat back in the chair as they painted my nails dark red, and they were much longer than I ever have gotten before. Then I had my toe nails and lips painted the same color. Marigold smiled and told me, "You can kiss as much as you want tonight with this lip color and it won't smudge. I am putting a tube of it in your clutch to take home." Once my hair extensions were attached and my hair was trimmed they brought me under the hair dryer. When I was done they gave me a blow out and moved me back into the salon. I felt a little sting in my left ear. "I cannot believe you don't have pierced ears." Mari said, and then she pierced the other one. Two little gold balls were put in the holes. Lola wasn't going to like that, she says sometimes I look too feminine when I'm dressed like a man. Well with the hair, nails and earrings it was going to be awhile before I had to worry about it. "You will be looking a little dramatic for your appearance tonight." Marigold told me in her Argentinian accent. "First I do your eyebrows. You are going to love, love, love it." I felt my hair cascade over my shoulders and I couldn't wait to see it. They took a couple of pictures after the rest of my makeup was done and then they led me into another room to get dressed. My dress was gold sequins and cap sleeves, with a flare waist and short hem. My entire legs will be on display. "Try not to show your panties, dear." She said. "When you sit." Marigold and the girls laughed as they added my heels. Nude pumps with a five inch heel. These will make me 6'2", I was glad Grayson was taller than that, I wanted to look up at him. I closed my eyes as I made my way in front of the almost 360 degree mirrors. I slowly opened my long lashed eyes. "Oh my God, is that me?" I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me, I looked absolutely incredible. My hand went instinctively for my hair, and I loved watching myself stroke it as it came down and rested on my boobs. A voice came through the door. "Sabrina your ride is here." I walked out front after being spritzed with my Chanel again, and given a matching clutch bag full of goodies. I felt like a model the way every one of the patrons were watching me. When I saw Grayson his eyes grew wide and he came to kiss my cheek. "Beautiful. How am I going to keep my eyes off of you?" Just then Lola came into view. "I cannot believe that is you, and why are your boobs so big?" Of course that would be the thing she notices first. I said thank you to Mari while everyone took pictures. I really just wanted one good shot of me and Grayson for flickr. I wanted to show off a little. *** Outside was a limo and a driver waiting for the three of us. "We have to go pick up Barbara and Ken, my friends, you will love them." He smiled. "First let's take Lola back to work." She looked hurt. "I don't even get the rest of the day off?" She feigned a little surprise. "I let you date my little trophy wife and I still have to work?" Grayson and I laughed as the driver dropped her off back at the house. And I imagined a little Gloria in my head... 'It's one life and there's no return and no deposit One life so it's time to open up your closet Life's not worth a damn till you can shout out I am what I am' Ken and Barbara were wonderful. We have so much in common. They are part of the shareholders responsible for Grayson's company, but also own an Art Gallery, right in the middle of Calabasas. I pass it all the time. I couldn't wait to tell them I was an art appraiser, and showed off a little of my own history. They were probably the same age as Grayson, late thirties, since they knew him from school. We got to the party at a big convention center outside of town. There must have been 50 to 60 revelers here. As we walked inside the huge hall, I did feel a lot of eyes on me, I loved it, especially when Grayson put his arms around my waist. All the men were checking out my legs and breasts, and all the women were looking at my dress. There were also roving photographers, I would have to get some copies later. Everyone was very dressed up, I have never seen so many designer outfits before in one place in my life, not even Nordstrom's. I also noticed a big discrepancy in the ages between the men and women. Most of the men were old, very old bordering on pensioners age. The women on the other hand were all in their twenties, I fit right in. There were some people, like my friends I was with, who were in the middle age group but not many. Barbara and I took a glass of red wine each, the first of our many drinks, and made our way around the party as the men mingled with the others. "So how long have you known Grayson?" we clinked as she spoke. "I met him last week, on Friday." "He does nothing but talk about you, I'm surprised you just met. He never talks about Maureen like that." "Who?" I asked. She smiled at me. "Maureen, his so-called girlfriend, we never see her, thank God. Has he not told you about her? Though there is really not much to tell." "No, but I don't think it's relevant, I'm only helping him out at this party." I had to swing around when a young woman put her hand on my shoulder. "That is an outstanding dress, where did you get it?" I realized I didn't know, Marigold picked it out for me, I couldn't tell her the transformation salon, picked out my clothes. "My friend let me borrow it, she said it was perfect for my hips, which I have none." The three of us laughed. Barbara put out her hand. "I'm Barbara, and who are you my dear?" "I'm Stacy, I'm married to Judge Lennox. Oops and here he is." "Judge, these are my beautiful friends Barbara and...?" She looked at me and I said. "Sabrina, so nice to meet you sir." He laughed. "Just Judge, my dear, only my employees call me sir." Barbara explained who we were here with and he seemed impressed. Judge said. "They are very lucky to be here with such exquisite women, just like me and my wonderful Stacy." Judge moved on while we talked to Stacy and a couple more of her friends. Drinking wine and chatting, I was really enjoying my time at this party, but I was missing Grayson, so we excused ourselves to look for the men. I could tell he was very happy to see me when we met up with them. "Sabrina has already networked herself with 'The Stacie's', you would of been proud of her." Barbara laughed. "We know,' Said Ken, "We just had a nice little conversation with the head of Lennox Industries. It seems Sabrina's magic is already working." "Is it?" I mouthed to Grayson. And then he kissed me, our first kiss, And then I kissed him back. The rest of the night was wonderful, I spent time between the bar with the guys and the dance floor with Barbara and 'The Stacie's' which was Barbara's name for all the young wives. I loved shaking my hair and my hips while we watched the others dance. Stacy Lennox moved next to us again just as the DJ started playing, 'I Will Survive' which I requested. "I Love this song." She said into my ear as she started singing. I joined in on the chorus: 'Oh no, not I, I will survive Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive I've got all my life to live And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive I will survive, hey, hey' When the song finished a quieter song came on and some of the couples danced. "You should come to our Christmas party next Saturday." She announced. "You and your husband." She then fished in her bag and handed me an exquisite little card. "Ooh let me run, I see Judge, bye bye Sabrina." "Look at you, getting an invite." Barbara gushed. "Did I do good?" "Good." She said "You hit the jackpot." "Let me get an invite for you." I went to get Stacy but Barbara stopped me. "Don't be silly I would stand out like a deer with a sore thumb." She laughed. "You and Grayson going is more than enough, you might even have fun." I suddenly felt strong hands on my hips, and a lick on my neck. "Mmm I have been waiting for a taste of that all night." Grayson asked. "I hope it's okay. I smiled "More than okay and I snuggled into his arms, while I ground my ass against him. "Let's dance." I said to them all and we moved onto the dance floor. *** On the way home I leaned into Grayson's arms, loving his hard body against me. "Mmm." He said as I felt him nuzzle my hair and neck. "So Sabrina did you tell him the news?" sighed Barbara. "News, there is news." Ken laughed. "You are not pregnant are you, I know this was your first date you two but..." They all laughed, then Barbara announced the invite to the Lennox party next week. Grayson looked at me. "Really, I have been dying for an invite to their house for years. God you are magic." He then kissed me. We were making out like teenagers in front of the Maxwell's. I was a little taken aback at first, but I let it happen and enjoyed it. We were almost to Barbara and Kens when Barbara exclaimed. "I wish I could sleep in tomorrow, I'm exhausted." I looked and asked. "Why, what's going on?" "I have to get ready for an auction we are having on Wednesday." she said. "Do you need help, I would love to see what you have in inventory." "Well yes." She seemed surprised. "2 o'clock okay?" "Of course I will be there with my little white gloves on." *** Once we dropped them off Grayson hands started roaming by arm and hands and even my thighs. "I can just sit here and fantasize about your legs, Sabrina." He also started kissing my neck. "I'm sorry but I can't keep my hands and lips off of you, but I'll stop." "Don't you dare." I exclaimed. And he didn't. In between kisses he asked. "I wish you weren't married, you are so beautiful and charming and your red hair smells amazing, I feel like I'm under some kind of spell." "Well." I came up with. "Lola is married to a man, I on the other hand..." And then I kissed him on the lips. "Can't we have a little affair? I have never had one before." I whispered as he smiled and we started kissing again. "We're here." the driver announced as we pulled in the front drive of my house. "Don't leave me yet." I begged. He looked up at the house. "Can we go inside?" I shook my head. "Lola would hear everything, opening the door will wake her up." Grayson asked the driver if he could come back, he would call him. He left us alone at the front of the house. Grayson grabbed my hand as I led him to my garage. "We have to be quiet." I whispered. And we snuck though the back door. It didn't take long for him to start kissing me again. I put on a small light because I wanted to see him. I have not been with many men and I wanted to enjoy this. I took his hand and I walked in front of a counter I had set up. I moved back and let him watch me, I put one hand on my hip and another in my hair. I was beyond excited and I had to take this slowly. I started inching up the bottom of my dress. His eyes never left my legs as my hem got higher and higher. I smiled and licked my lips as my panties came in view. I wanted him to see me as a women, and with my perfect smooth front I looked like a real woman. "Do you see something you like?" I whispered. He swallowed hard and got down on his knees and started kissing and kneading my 'pussy.' "Sabrina you smell so good." as his mouth started to explore the covered skin above my panties, through my pantyhose. "Oh my God baby, I want you." He then stood up and looked down into my eyes. With a big smile on his face, he kissed me full on the lips. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and all of a sudden his hard-on pushed into my belly. I dropped the hem of my dress and put my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. I turned him around and told him to sit on the counter. His hands went automatically to my tits, and I shook them as he played with them. He started rubbing and playing with my nipples, that I wished I could feel, I made a little yelp. "Oh Grayson, I had a wonderful time tonight, but I never expected this. While never losing eye contact with him I pushed him further on the flat space and almost attacked his zipper. My long nails looked so sexy as I made my way into his pants, I undid the button and belt, and with a little resistance pulled them down to his ankles. I now had a man in his underwear in my hands. I had never been happier. Standing in front of him, high on my heels with my long red hair dancing around my face, I started playing with his cock and I felt it grow. "I can't wait to take you into my mouth, baby." I cooed as he grew even more. I wasn't ready to see it yet and I played with him through his boxer shorts. I pushed his dick around with my chin and my lips, loving the male musk that was hidden behind just a little bit of cotton. When I couldn't take anymore I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprang up, right in front of me. This was the first real cock I have ever had in my hands, and I knew it wasn't my last. I slowly jerked him off as he pulled me up and we kissed some more, he looked into my eyes as he told me. "I have never been with a woman like you before, and by that I mean a woman so beautiful." Oh my God I loved that and I almost came in my panties, but then I started to feel a slight tinge of guilt. "But, but what about Maureen?" "Maureen? Barbara strikes again, I guess. Maureen's not my wife, and she's barely a girlfriend. It's been weeks since we have even been together." I looked in his eyes. "I don't really care, all I want is you in my mouth now." and I bent down and put his cock inside me. I sucked using every trick I have learned on PornHub. Grayson played with my hair as I licked his balls and kissed the side of his cock, reveling in the moment. I had to stop and I went up and kissed him again. I was getting so over excited. With a look of lust in my eyes I asked. "Can you do something for me?" He nuzzled my breasts and looked at me. "Anything... absolutely anything." I asked him to unzip my dress and I slowly let it fall. Once it pooled at the floor I stepped over it and grabbed his hands. I looked up at him and we kissed some more. Rubbing my breasts against him, I then grabbed his hard cock and positioned it under me. I wanted him to feel my pantyhose and I wanted him to rub against me. "Make believe you are fucking me." I pleaded. "Anything, baby." And I felt him start to move. He bent down a little as his dick started to move under my crotch. He was so big I felt the whole length move under me. He pistoned in and out as he massaged my breast and lightly kissed me. I have never been so excited in my life, I felt him rub against me and I knew I was about to cum. He was playing with my breasts and breathing heavy. I loved having this effect on a man. "Grayson, you are gonna make me come." He smiled as he kissed me again then he said. "I'm gonna come too, oh fuck." I felt him press against me and his cock started spurting against my crotch and hose and I suddenly started having an orgasm. "Grayson... oh... don't stop. Oh my God baby don't stop. Oh it feels so good..." The front of my crotch was soaking wet with our cum and I massaged it into my stockings. When our orgasms subsided he looked at me deep in my eyes and then gave me a kiss that just made me go limp. I put my arms around him to catch myself. He lifted me up and put me on the counter. "Baby, that was amazing, I wish I could stay. I want to wake up next to you tomorrow morning." I giggled and imagined that that was really going to happen. *** The next morning, Lola confronted me when I was getting out of the shower. "So how was your big date?" "It was very nice, I got to meet Barbara and Ken. Do you know them?" "I know OF them," She said "So anything interesting happen?" I wished I could say, 'Well, your boss made me cum so hard I couldn't sleep for hours thinking about it, other than that, I can't think with all this hair, ha ha.' But I said nothing and went into my room to get ready to go to the gallery. *** Maxwell's International was a Gallery about 6 blocks away from The Commons at Calabasas. I have driven by it a number of times. I have never been inside because I always wait for an introduction before I visit something associated with work. I decided to wear jeans today to visit. They were skin tight and I added some padding to give me a better shape. I had on a leopard tank top, to show off my cleavage and nude heels with a brown heel. I put on my clip on gold hoops to compliment my studs and my Coach watch. I had to admit I looked amazing with my hair flowing over one shoulder and my pocketbook over the other. Barbara showed me their paintings and I was amazed at how good their taste was. I saw what was up for auction and the gallery was pretty immense, I was very impressed. "This space is fantastic." I gushed. Barbara laughed and said. "It's all that and a bag of groceries." I told her where I used to work in New York City, the Guggenheim, MOMA, Agora gallery and a couple of little ones. I even mentioned some people and art directors I knew in the area. I have been working in this field since I came to LA. That was 5 years ago. I was working when I was in high school in some instances in NYC. I then bragged to her that I majored at NYU in Art History. "Very impressive." She said. "I have some friends at NYU, they like it very much." We took a few pictures at the gallery, I wanted to show off to my friends and show off some of their works. When we were going over the Warhol's she had for auction, I looked closer and said, "Wait, These are worth millions." They had 3 of them on their walls. "No these are just repros." She said. "Are you sure? I have seen reproductions and they are not as clean as these. If you look in the back of the painting and see a heal of a hand print, then you know it's an original. I think they checked just to humor me, but when they found the hand prints on all three and an article online about it, they screamed. "Oh my Lord, our salesman said they were repros we bought them at an estate sale." Barbara then showed me the invoice. Needless to say, what was once a six hundred thousand auction, turned into at least a 70 million one. They made calls to the auction house and changed the itinerary and the captions, and we went out to celebrate. Grayson was waiting for us at the front of the restaurant. My panties were starting to get wet just thinking about last night again. Barbara called to me. "Well, well look who's here, that's a surprise." She gave me a wink. Grayson opened my door and the parking attendant took the car. After a great kiss we headed inside for a wonderful dinner. We didn't take our eyes off of each other the whole time. *** Afterwards we all went to Grayson's house by the water. The Maxwell's in their car and Grayson and I in his. We kissed at red lights and I let him play with my breasts as we drove. I was guessing Barbara knew exactly what we were doing since they were following us. At the |
house he gave me the tour while Barbara and Ken had drinks in the lanai. He showed me his room and walked me to his dresser. He then came up behind me and grabbed my tits while he kissed my neck. I watched the action in the mirror. I felt his hard cock push against my tight jeans. "Oh, I can't believe it baby, I think I'm gonna come already." he claimed. "Go ahead but rub me while you do." His hand went to my crotch while his other one massaged my breast. I was loving his body pushing against mine and I felt myself start to get harder in my tight panties and jeans. He was suddenly pushing me against the dresser, moving it even closer to the wall, and I felt my orgasm build. I can't believe how it felt with him touching me, and I was starting to come. Grayson pushed a little more and gave a little moan as I felt his cock pulse against me. We cleaned up and sheepishly went out to see Ken and Barbara. "Hello." A woman stood near the Maxwell's with a small dog. "And who is this?" she said. "Maureen, I would like you to meet Sabrina." Said Grayson a little nervously. Maureen made a huge sigh, looking at Grayson. "This is the bitch you HAD to take to that party? Why is she still here?" She then looked right at me and said. "I'm the girlfriend." Barbara looked up. "Maureen we are celebrating, why don't you come back and visit tomorrow when we are not here." Grayson seemed at a loss for words. "Listen how 'bout..." "I'm just going to go, I can find my way home." I said. "Wait we will drive you." Both Barbara and Ken got up to walk me out. I was glad Grayson and Maureen were going to be watching me and my ass in these jeans as I left. When I turned around the look on Grayson's face said it all, he was stuck with Maureen... for now. We drove off leaving the house in the dust. "That is the last time any of us our going to be seeing HER." Barbara laughed toward Ken. He said, "Why is he going to kill her?" "Well six of one..." Barbara laughed and they drove me home, picking up my spirits along the way. Of course Gloria was drifting through my head. 'Every time I think I've had enough And start heading for the door There's a very strange vibration Kissing me right to the core' I wasn't home 2 minutes before my cell phone rang. Grayson apologized. "It's okay, I understand." I said. "I'm sure I would be mad if I was in her position." I heard his breath over the phone. "I tried to break up with her before, we are not meant for each other at all. She is very much into her kids, and I know she just wants support, but, I really can't give it to her. " I hoped he didn't do it because of me. I really didn't need him to be a hero because she insulted me, I have been insulted before. I watched the beautiful redhead in my mirror and she looked like she was going to be just fine. *** I was going to be busy, though I couldn't do any business this week in the galleries because of my long red hair and nails. Not that I wanted to change anyway. I also wasn't going to be able to see Grayson for most of the week. *** It's a cool, calm Thursday morning in Grayson's office. "Lola can you come in here." Lola sits down with a thud. "What's up now, do you want to take my husband away on a cruise. So he can get to work on his sissy tan lines?" Grayson amused asks. "I was thinking of greenlighting your project and moving it up a couple of months. You can even leave Saturday. You have the team, you and Suze can go together to Sweden, I know Eva's ready. "What? I have been waiting for this for months and now you spring it on me, and before Christmas." "Well, that party with Sabrina was a genius move, I have made so many contacts, plus we are going to the Lennox party Saturday... I just want to do something more for you." "Sounds more like," She insinuated. "You want to get rid of me, Sabrina didn't say there was another party." "Just a small one with Judge Lennox, more a business thing than a party." Lola leaned back in her chair and studied Grayson. "Actually Sabrina has been very quiet this week, plus I feel like I'm living with Christina Hendricks with the boobs, and the big earrings, and the red hair. And I can use a break from the sound of high heels all over the wood floors when I AM home." She thought to herself. "Plus I wouldn't mind getting started in Sweden. I've been ready for months." Grayson claps his hands. "Then it's done, I'll notify Eva in Sweden, you'll be at your hotel by Saturday afternoon. And I will even fly you back for the Company Christmas party." *** Maxwell's Gallery was a buzz late Thursday afternoon, the day after the big auction. When I walked in Barbara was excited, the firm sold everything they had up for bids. "I'm so glad you're here, come on in the office with me." Barbara pointed. "Honey, Sabrina's here." Ken was at his desk. I couldn't read the expressions on their faces, something was up. I knew they sold the Warhol paintings but I really didn't know why they asked me in. Ken started. "We checked on your work history in New York. All four of the places you named." He looked at Barbara and she added. "I also called NYU and there is no record of a Sabrina Langton ever attending there or even working at any of those places." Oh shit I thought to myself, I didn't think they would look into anything, I thought we were just talking. "Um, I don't know what to say." I started to tear up and got up to leave. "No please." Ken said. "We're sorry, but we have to check, it's our business. We didn't say anything to Grayson." I walked back over to them and opened my purse. I took out a business card. "This is the name I used at all those places." Handing them my business card. They looked at me, then back at the card. "Really? Does Grayson know?" "He does." I said. Ken told me to sit. "Well that explains it then, let's get on with business. Here we have this for you." He then handed me an envelope. He had a big smile on his face. "Go 'head open it." I pulled out a check. "Nine million dollars. I ummm" I didn't know what was happening. "What is this?" "10 percent." Barbara said. *** When I got home I had such a buzz on, I made nine million dollars, NINE MILLION DOLLARS, and I even told two people I was beginning to like, that I was transgendered. So when I walked into the house I was a little surprised that there were two more people there, than I thought there would be. Lola got up quick. "Sabrina, I have a surprise for you." I walked in and the two men in the living room stood up. Lola grabbed me and maneuvered me toward the kitchen. "Guys we will be right back." "So since you LOVED your date so much with Grayson, I got two men to come over for drinks. They are admirers from your flickr page. We can share them." "What?" I said a little too loud, slowly calming down I asked, "Why are you looking at my flickr page, and why would you do something so crazy all of a sudden?" "Oh stop, I've seen your slutty page before." She said. "Besides, I know you will have extra time next week, you can always call one of them to keep you busy. I'm going to Sweden Saturday to finally start my project. Didn't Grayson tell you?" "Actually I haven't really spoken to him since Sunday. You're going to Sweden?" "Well Grayson's going to be busy too, so try not to bother him. Now go fix your face and come back inside." She grabbed some chips and headed in the living room. I didn't know what she was up to, I thought Sweden was a couple of months away. I did go in my room and straightened myself up a little. I was wearing my grey choker sweater dress and heels. I fixed my lipstick and brushed my hair and headed into the living room a little trepedous. Both of the men stood up, they must of both been in their mid-forties. I didn't like that they knew so much about me. Their names were AbeGabe and BigDog75, they gave me their user names like it meant something to me. The next hour was so uncomfortable, with Lola trying to act like this was just a normal Thursday night. Each time Abe tried to put his arm around me I squirmed. He then kept on asking me to put on my red polka dot dress, obviously it was his favorite, but I didn't want them to get too familiar with me. It was making me anxious and I wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. "Maybe it's time to call it a night gentlemen. I'm sure we all have work in the morning." "Well." Abe sneered. "Lola promised us a little fun if we rushed ourselves over here." Lola got up to put the glasses away. "I spent a couple of hours on flickr today looking for someone local. These men were the first to respond." "I'm from Nevada." BigDog said. "What is a little fun?" I pried. "Well you know..." Abe said while looking at my breasts and rubbing his crotch. Lola cut in. "Let us give you both head and we can call it a night." If looks could kill. Abe got up first and put his arm around me. "Wait." Said BigDog. "I didn't come all the way over here to get head from a housewife. I want a piece of Sabrina too." My mind went into survival mode and I sat them both on the couch. "Okay let's start this then. Lola maybe you can get them hard for me? I wanted her to finish what she started." "Me?" Should looked annoyed, I'm going to bed." And I was suddenly alone with these two strangers. It didn't take long for BigDog to cum. He was already hard and once he was in my mouth I thought he would faint, he was so excited. I was so glad he wasn't my first blow job, I really didn't need to relive this memory. I spit his sperm into a tissue and started on Abe. As I took his cock in my mouth, I felt his hands on my head. "Don't do that, I will go at my own pace. You will love it I promise." Well, I hoped. I had to keep knocking his hands from my hair, he was getting very aggressive. He kept trying to push me deeper onto his cock. "Stop it." I said "Or I'm not going to finish." "Finish.. You better fucking finish bitch, now come on." He hit me in the face with his cock, and I got up. "Leave or I'm calling the police." I threatened. He laughed with his cock hanging out of his pants. "A little faggot like you is gonna call the cops, give me a break." He then got up and grabbed my wrist spinning me around. Out of the corner of my eye I saw BigDog leave. Lola came running out holding her phone. "I called them already they will be here in minutes." I breathed a sigh of relief and forced my hand away from him, rubbing it. "What the fuck are you two bitches up to, damn." He heard the siren before us. "Shit just what I need." The door flew open and Grayson appeared. "What's going on? YOU get the hell out of here. Get away from her." He yelled. "Now who the fuck are you, what kind of bullshit goes on here?" Grayson grabbed him, putting him in a hold and dragging him toward the door. The cops were on the steps. "We can take him from here sir, but I'm going to need a statement." 'Go on now, go, walk out the door Just turn around now 'Cause you're not welcome anymore' After the cops and Grayson left, I slammed the door. I went into my room and got ready for a long hot shower and to brush the bad taste out of my mouth. "What the hell was she thinking, ugh. It started out as such a great day." I decided not to confront her and I called Grayson instead, thanking him, and wishing he stayed here to fall asleep with me. *** Saturday was going to be a busy day. The town car came to take Lola and Suze to the airport. I hadn't spoken to her since Thursday night, and I still wasn't happy with her or the situation she put me in. "Goodbye." Lola said. "And if you get lonely I left your admirers numbers on the fridge." She chuckled. I shook my hair. "No one will never be that lonely." I waved them goodbye, happy that they were leaving, and started to get ready to go to Marigolds. *** Hours later, when Grayson came to pick me up at the salon, I was dressed even sexier than ever before. I had a very low cut red velvet dress, I was good enough to eat. I was braless for the first time, since the front of the dress showed my entire cleavage. The dress was long sleeved and the hem came just above my knees, with a slight slit in the back. My heels were matching six inch opened toed pumps, to show the red nails peeking out. My fingernails were also long and red and I couldn't wait to be running them through Grayson's hair. I had on a thin choker and thick gold hoops. I felt them against my neck with every little move I made. I walked up front and without saying anything, put my arms around Grayson and kissed him in front of the whole shop. "I'm so ready." I said as seductive as I could. With a big smile on his face and a hard cock in his pants, he took me out to his car. The party was at a huge mansion in The Hills. We parked next to all the other exclusive cars and trucks, then I grabbed my bag and we headed into the foyer of the colossal house. There were tables full of drinks and food, and women and men milling around. All the men were older and impeccably dressed, all the women were beautiful and young. Perfect dresses, perfect shoes and perfect smiles. We fit in quite well, though, Grayson was definitely the youngest man here who was not serving alcohol. We grabbed two cocktails and went to greet the hosts. Stacy was happy to see me and gave me a hug and kiss. "Girlfriend you look amazing." I complemented her outfit too, wishing I had a waist and hips like hers. We mingled at the party for about an hour and then Stacy appeared on the stairs in the hall. "Ladies, it's time to let the men socialize and talk about how hot we are. Ha ha... Follow me girls." And she made her way up the stairs. I kissed Grayson goodbye and followed. All the men went into a side door leading to another part of the house, while we found ourselves in Stacy's tremendous room. There was champagne and wine being served by several women, and I grabbed a drink and investigated her walls. She had nice taste. Stacy led us into a theater with couches and recliners. I told her I loved her decorating and she said she did it herself. "I can get you set up with plenty of classical art to go with this theme if you'd like." I smiled. "That would be lovely. We can talk." Came her response. We then sat and watched a movie that wouldn't be out for another couple of months. "Only the best for my girls." She said and gave me a wink. I had to admit I was missing Grayson so I snuck out to the ladies room and had another cocktail. Making my way downstairs, it was so quiet, I found the room with the men. They were all watching horse races on a big screen. There was even some playing cards. I realized I was the only woman in a sea of men and I loved how they watched me and smiled as I made my way around the room. I found Grayson and held him from behind, kissing his shoulder while he talked to a group of men. After introducing me we excused ourselves and went back to the main part of the house. "Let's sneak out of here." I said and kissed him again. He grabbed my hand and we headed for the door. "We are going to need champagne." I told him. In the car with 2 chilled bottles of champagne between us we took off. We decided to enter a parking lot next to the Botanical Garden. When I stood out of the car and stretched he grabbed me by the waist and kissed my exposed neck. He looked me in the eyes. "I have missed you, don't stay away from me for so long ever again." I smiled and told him I was sorry I took him away from the party. "Don't be crazy." He said. "I have gotten more contacts today than I have in 2 years. Plus, it was slightly creepy how old those men were compared to the girls." "Mmm. I didn't mind." I cooed. "They were alright. Stacy is going to let me get her interested in art. I really like her, she was very nice to me." We took the alcohol out of the car and I grabbed my bag. Grayson opened the champagne, and took a sip. "To us!" He said. I looked at him. "A lady does not drink out of a bottle." And I took two of the champagne flutes out of my bag and laughed. "A lady might not drink out of a bottle, but it's okay if she steals something every once in a while, ha ha." We laughed and he kissed me. We were in a quiet area and I was sitting on a picnic bench table, with my legs dangling off, playing with my heels. I uncrossed my silky legs and I lifted my dress, opening them a little, and I pulled Grayson to me. He looked in my eyes and played with my hair. We kept eye contact as he lightly touched my cheek with his fingers and then lips. He then kissed me lightly. "Oh Sabrina, I think I am falling in lust with you." He said quietly. I kissed him again on the lips as I looked up to him. He moved closer between my legs and I felt him between my thighs. "Maybe I can speed things up a bit then." I seductively spoke as I pulled the front of my dress down completely exposing my silicone breasts. I suddenly felt his cock get harder and get closer to my crotch. He bent down and put one in his mouth while he massaged the other one. He then kissed up my neck getting closer to my lips as I moaned and sighed. "Oh Grayson, nobody has ever made me feel like you do." He then pulled me closer as his now exposed cock was pushing against my crotch, and my arms were around his neck. "Take off your pants." I begged. His lips never left mine as he dropped his slacks and briefs and pulled off his jacket then tie. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my long nails through his dark chest hair. "Mmm. I love your strong body." I then kissed his chest as he put his face in my hair. I loved how he took in my scent and kissed me. "Take me, right here." I said between short breaths. He grinned "Anything my princess wants." He laid me on my back and he pulled down my hose and panties. "No not my panties, please." He stopped and I pulled them up. I was tucked and I wanted to look as feminine as possible down there. I was looking at the trees hoping nobody was going to come by as he took off my heels and hose and then put my heels back on. This was my kind of man. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close. I was so glad I cleaned myself in and out earlier on Marigolds instructions. This was my first time and I was ready for it. He started kissing my exposed breasts and made his way down to my tight belly. I felt his fingers start to enter me and I moaned, not caring who was wandering around the park this late afternoon. He then stood up, as more fingers made it in my feminine entrance. I started bouncing as his fingers wiggled inside my 'pussy.' "You are almost ready my dear." He teased. And he grabbed his hard cock and aimed it at my waiting hole. He teased me a bit more before finally pushing the head of his dick inside me. "Oh my God, Grayson. You are so big, please fill me up." I was writhing and moving around, I felt so sexy, I was becoming his woman. I felt his manhood inch by inch as he plowed into my waiting 'pussy.' When he was halfway in, he stopped so I could get used to him. I have never felt so fulfilled and I started to move down on him. "Oh my God." He was almost all the way in, I yelped and looked up into his eyes, suddenly grabbing the material on the arms of his shirt. My long nails gripping his arms as he slowly made his way into me all nine inches of him. It hurt, but when I felt his body against me I knew he was completely inside me and I begged him to kiss me. I felt my bottom go up and my legs rise as he bent down to put his mouth on mine. We started to move together in a perfect rhythm as he made love to me. "Grayson you feel so good inside me." He smiled and kissed my neck and lips. "You feel incredible." he told me as he pushed in and out of my hole. "Shit, Sabrina tell me when you are ready, I'm going to cum baby." Once he said that it took me over the edge, a man was going to come inside me, and I wanted it all. I pushed harder as we made so much noise I'm sure someone had heard us. "Fuck me baby." I begged as he shot his cum inside me. I felt it all as I started to come in my panties. "Oh my God," I felt his sperm start to move its way inside me. I grabbed him and we kissed again until both of our orgasms subsided. He pulled back a little and looked at me and we both laughed. "What the hell are we doing on a picnic table?" I giggled. "I have a whole empty house." But I knew I was so horny I never would have made it back home. *** I woke up sore in all the right places, and when I felt hard cock in the crack of my ass, I knew it wasn't an elaborate dream. I made Grayson get on his back as I sat on him. I felt him enter me as my long red hair touched his face. He smiled up at me as I watched him smile. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up and down on his hard manhood. I was wearing nothing but a sheer green slip as I felt him move inside me. It was so much easier the next two times we made love, and now the third was absolute heaven. The length of his cock was completely in me, and It didn't take long for him to cum. I left him inside me and straddled him until he was soft. We got up and I went to make him breakfast. "You better put on something less sexy, otherwise I'm not going to leave you alone." He laughed as we shared another kiss. He ended up bending me over the counter and fucking me while I watched in the reflection of the toaster. It was so wonderful relaxing after such an eventful week. He looked at me while I was serving him breakfast. "I still can't believe we stole those glasses and champagne." I smiled. "It was SO worth it." *** The rest of the week was just tying up a few things. I got to see Barbara and Ken and they offered me a partnership with them at the Gallery. It was the first of the new money I used. I left my other job and introduced all my clients to Sabrina. Some of them were happy to move on with the new me, but I felt a couple of the others were uncomfortable so I gave them names to others I knew. "Just water off a duck's mother." Snickered Barbara, laughing at her bad joke. "Win some, lose some. There are more clients out there, we are totally fine for years." Seeing Grayson was a little tricky, he was overseeing Lola's project in Sweden, and he was helping to coordinate the Company Christmas party. *** I left Marigolds for the third time in as many weeks all dressed up in a beautiful Christmas Dress. Red again but this time strapless with ruffles at the breasts. It came above the knee and Mari padded my hips to give me a perfect curvy figure. This time I had long green nails to match my high heeled sandals and clutch. Marigold added more extensions in my hair making it even more full, then a little spray and then I was done. Deja vu once again as I made my way to the front and kissed Grayson in front of the other customers. He stood back and shook his head. "Sabrina you get more beautiful with each passing day." He then effortlessly picked me up and kissed me. "Let's go." This party was so much more fun and relaxed than the last one. Everyone from Lola and Grayson's office was here, except Lola and her friend Suze. We met with Ken and Barbara and danced most of the night. Grayson introduced me to everyone as his girlfriend and I was thrilled. Even Stacy and her husband attended for the first time. The six of us were sitting at the bar drinking chocolate martinis, when Barbara and the others excused themselves. "Well what's up? What am I missing?" I turned around and Lola gave me a kiss. "Surprise, I see you two look very comfortable together. Grayson I hope you are taking good care of my ex-roommate." I looked at her and Suze a little puzzled. "We're moving to Sweden. I figure I'm working there I might as well live there full time." "Really? Congratulations." I whispered. "Barbara and Ken, of all people, gave me and Suze money to buy a house outside of Stockholm. They said they suddenly came into a lot of it. Well..." And she shrugged her shoulders. "You take the house, I will grab some of my stuff in the morning, and I'm staying here at the hotel. I had my doubts but I think you two are perfect together." They kissed us goodbye and started to mingle, and got lost in the crowd. "That was a surprise." Said Grayson. I looked at him. "No, that was a Christmas miracle." *** On the way home we stopped at the Botanical Gardens. Grayson smiled at me, while caressing my boobs across the console. "I hear they have a picnic table with our names on it." I watched him make a conspiratorial smile and said. "Do they? Hmm. I guess we are going to have to investigate. Oh, and I plan on playing some Gloria." 'You know you love him more And more Tell me why is it so? Dont wanna let you go' The End |
The house was empty with the exception of Tracy and Kris, his youngest son, Klaus and of course, his and Trina's first grandchild, Kristian. The place was now quiet with Kristian and Klaus asleep and the rest of the kids were away for the weekend. Worse, he was horny as hell the first time in weeks and was missing Trina. They hadn't even gotten in a good fuck before she left for Australia. He then wandered out to the kitchen to get a drink, finding Tracy in her baby doll pajamas. It was later than he had realized; apparently Kris had gotten too far in his paperwork to notice until now. Tracy was startled. "Kris, hi!" "Sorry to scare you, Trace," he smiled at his son's pretty girlfriend. "Did you get your work done?" she asked. "Most of it. I think I'm going to relax in the living room for a bit." "Mind if I join you since Kristian is asleep?" "Go nuts," he grinned. Company sounded good right about now. Tracy then sat beside him on the couch, watching TV and chatting before somehow, the conversation turned to their respective partners and sex. Tracy could sense Kris was stressed, not to mention the rise in his pants was not lost on her. She then did something Kris never expected. Tracy then slid over closer to him and put her hand on his crotch, rubbing it gently. "You know, I could do something about that," she purred, indicating his slight hard-on. "Tracy, you're still a teenager, Gus' girlfriend and I'm married besides. We'd be playing with fire. And you know the mess that is going on down at the office. I sure as hell don't need this to get out." "I won't tell anyone if you won't," she said huskily, not taking her hand off Kris' dick. With the eighteen year old beauty's underlying offer to fuck him and her hand on his crotch, and the stress he had over the last several weeks as well as missing Trina, Kris felt a twinge of excitement stir in him. Still, he felt odd accepting an offer for sex from a teenager, even one as sexy as Tracy. "You know, Kris," Tracy began as she continued stroking his bulge. "I always thought you were pretty hot and wondered what it was like to have sex with you." "Any cock in a storm, huh?" he finally joked. "I guess. But I'm horny and you said you and Trina haven't done it much lately." She had a point there. Besides, who would know if Tracy and he went at it one time? Trina was about to land in Australia, Gus was at a college weekend, Klaus and Kristian were asleep and wouldn't know any better anyway, and the twins were away at a sleepover party. Tracy was still rubbing his cock, getting Kris worked up more. "So….you want to go have some fun with a hot, younger woman and let me give you some sweet relief from all that tension?" She didn't have to ask twice. They were practically dragging each other into the bedroom shortly after. One they were there, Kris locked the door and they fell onto the bed, fondling and kissing each other before she took her nightie off and was braless underneath it. Those sexy, firm tits were now on display for him. He found her body not unlike Trina's, still gorgeous even after having a baby. He was very turned on by now. "You like what you see?" she said, fondling them in her hands. "God, you got a nice pair there, baby," Kris said, taking one of them into his mouth as he gently squeezed the other. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned, sucking the other tit, then gently biting her nipples as Tracy sighed and moaned. "Ohhhhhh, Kris," she moaned softly. "Suck my tits!" He worked a little more on her firm mounds before he took his mouth off of them, standing up to peel off his pants and shirt, and his dick was VERY hard and throbbing now. Kris stroked it a little, asking Tracy in a teasing manner if she knew what to do with an older guy. In response, he got a blow job that totally blew his mind. God, he thought Trina gave great head, but Tracy had it down to an art! She sucked his dick from tip to base, back and forth, swirling her tongue around his dick head and gently biting Kris' balls, before he'd gotten over five minutes of the best deep throat sucking he'd experienced to this day. "God, that is great, baby," he panted. "You give some great head there." She only winked at him, not missing a beat sucking his manhood. "Ohhhhhhhh Tracy...it's been so long since I had my dick sucked...you're so fucking good, baby...such a great mouth on you..." Her mouth stood on Kris' dick for a few more minutes before he had to reluctantly take her off of it; if he had let her keep it up, he would have definitely cum way too soon. "You liked that," she stated matter of factly, smiling at him. "Baby, that was hot as hell." "I thought of something else to make you feel real good, too," she grinned before mounting Kris' cock. "Jesus, you fuck a guy on top?!" he asked, both surprised and totally delighted. "You like this? Does Trina do this to you?" "Not for a long time, baby," Kris panted as Tracy had his entire throbber in her surprisingly tight snatch, bouncing up and down. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Kris!" she cried. "Your cock feels so good in me! Oh, Kris, fuck me!" "Ride me, Tracy," he panted harder as his hips bucked up to join her in fucking. "Ride me, baby, you're so fucking hot!" As she pumped up and down on his cock harder, her tits bounced in time with their fucking. He reached up and grabbed both of them, pulling her down to suck her nipples as she fucked his cock. She then let out a soft cry as her body began to shiver. "You gonna cum, baby? Huh? Come on, baby, I want you to let go a good cum for me while you fuck that cock!" "God, Kris, fuck me!" "Oh yeah, you are so ready to cum!" "Yes! I'm going to cum!" she finally yelled out as Kris felt her cunt quiver with her orgasm as it wrapped tighter around his long-neglected tool. "Dammit, fuck me!" she cried louder. "Fuck!" Kris then reached up and grabbed her by the waist, slamming her down on his cock to really let her experience a hard cum. "Oh fuck me more, Kris!" she cried out, cumming hard now. "Fuck! I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmming! Fuck me...fuck!" It seemed she'd cum for a long time before her body finally relaxed, not taking her eyes off of him nor slowing down on his cock the entire time. Kris' dick still lodged deep into her pussy, he rolled them over until Tracy was underneath him, then fucked her with every inch of strength in his body. "Kris, yessssss!!! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck!" "Ohh shit, baby, you are so hot!" "Don't stop," Tracy panted, definitely enjoying his cock in her snatch. "Fuck me more! Harder!" He may have been considerably older than his son's girlfriend and the mother of his grandchild, but Kris wanted to show her that even older guys can keep up with the likes of her in bed. And there was no question Tracy was enjoying every minute of it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh God, Kris," she cried, grabbing his ass. "Give me more of your cock! Fuck me!" He fucked her missionary for several more minutes before he pulled out his cock and turned her over, entering her hot, dripping cunt again from behind and giving it to her doggy style. "You're really enjoying this," he said when he felt her about to cum again, gently slapping her ass. "You're sooooo hot, Kris...oh, God, fuck me harder.. I'm going to cum again...fuccccccck ME!" Tracy then had another crashing orgasm; he felt her juices covering his cock as she came. Again, he fucked her even harder and went deeper into her pussy just so she would have a great cum. She came a couple more times while they fucked doggy, screaming at Kris to fuck her more, harder, deeper, faster! "Jesus Kris, fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me!" "Oh God, Tracy!" he called. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...FUCK!" He was so into the hot sex Tracy was so freely giving him, Kris almost didn't feel the cum working its way up from his balls and about to shoot through his cock. He hadn't even thought of using anything and was reluctant to cum into her; the last thing he needed was for her to get pregnant again. Especially with [I]his[/I] child. "Tracy...got to pull out. Baby, I'm going to cum!" "No, Kris!" she protested. "Fuck me more till you cum! I want you to shoot it in me! Cum in me!" "Tracy...oh God...I can't..." "I'm on the fucking pill now so Gus doesn't knock me up again…fuck me and shoot it in my pussy!" she cried louder. "Dammit, Kris, fucking cum in my pussy!" "You want this cum, baby?" he asked, feeling better that she used protection and as I felt the first shot of his load approaching. "Give it to me, Kris. Give me all that cum you got! Fill it with that hot cream! Cum in my pussy!" "Shit! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in your hot little cunt!" His cock then blew what seemed to be an eternity of bottled up cum deep into Tracy's box; Kris felt as if he was shooting wads of it in Tracy's pussy as she squealed with happiness feeling his hot semen pass into her. When Kris finally finished, he gave a couple more thrusts in and out of her cunt before he pulled out. "God Kris," she breathed when he collapsed beside her, "You must have been really horny to fuck me that good!" "You don't even know the half of it, Tracy," he said. It hadn't really hit him until later, and then he was embarrassed and guilt ridden about what had happened with the girl that was a little more than half his age. Good God! He just had sex with his son's girlfriend! Worse, he had ENJOYED IT! _All characters in this series are fictitious, as are the encounters between characters. The boarding school is at the high-school level, and all characters involved in the stories are over the age of 18. A disclaimer will be placed at the beginning of each part, with categories that the story fits into -- so that, if it's something you're not into, you know beforehand, pun intended._ This introduction is strictly for setting and character-introduction: it is not necessary, per se, to read this introduction in order to enjoy the stories. *********************** Rob found himself standing outside the gate of what looked like an old mansion, and he checked the Letter of Acceptance again; yes, he was at the right place. "So, this is where I'm going to finish off my senior year... at least there'll be good scenery," he thought, looking at the trees, the landscaped garden in the middle of a circular driveway and the buildings to the left, right and in front of him. He entered the gate, and found a small sign that explained what each building was. The building to his left coming in was the boarding house for the younger students, the one to his right that of the older students. The academic buildings, according to the sign, were at the end of the path that ran from the circular driveway and on behind the left boarding house. The sports facilities were at the end of a similar path, but behind the right boarding house. The stately building in front of him was the administration building, and this is where he needed to go first. After signing some forms, Rob was handed the key to his new room in the right boarding house, "called the West Wing by the students" the Headmaster had informed him. He walked out of the Headmaster's office with the Headmaster's secretary. "Morning meetings are held in the Main Building at 8:00 in the Great Hall," she said. "The Library is up the staircase in the entrance hall, and the regular dining area is down those stairs. Formal dinners are held in the Dining Room just through that door. Do you think you will be able to find your way around?" "Yes, thank you, I think I'll be fine." With that, Rob walked out of the entrance hall toward the parking lot just outside the gate. Pulling into the circular driveway, he saw that he wasn't the only one moving in that day: two more cars were parked in the circular driveway, one in front of the East Wing, and another was parked in front of the West Wing. He pulled up behind this car and started hauling his things to his room. On the last walk to his car, he almost ran into a girl who was dragging a large duffel bag behind her. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said. "I didn't see you!" "I noticed," Rob said, smiling. "Would you like a hand with that?" "I sure could use it, thanks! My name's Amanda, by the way." She stuck out her hand, and Rob shook it. Amanda looked at her key, "number 6, it's down that way, I think." While Amanda led the way down the hall, Rob looked her over. She had long, strawberry blonde hair, was about 5'6", and had nicely curved hips and a firm- looking ass. Amanda stopped at room number 6, and turned toward Rob. "Well, I guess this is me. Thanks for your help!" "Do you have more things? I'd love to help, if you need it." "Wow, that's great of you! Sure, I could use some help!" Walking back and forth from her car, the one he had parked behind, to her room, Rob snuck a few more glances. She really was "smokin' hot" as his friends would have said; not only did she have a great ass, she had sizeable breasts that fit the rest of her curves -- about a 34D, Rob estimated -- and a pretty face with big green eyes. When all the carrying was done, Rob went to his room to organize and unpack, promising Amanda that he would sit with her at the welcome dinner. The next morning, Rob woke up with Amanda on his mind. He checked his alarm clock: 7:30. "I'd better hurry up if I'm going to be on time for the first Morning Meeting," he thought. Half an hour later, Rob walked into the Great Hall for Morning Meeting. He chose a seat toward the back, walking slowly toward it so that he could look over the rest of the students. Amanda wasn't the only good-looking one, he soon noticed. A trio of giggling girls sat not too far away from where he sat down, though when he did, the giggling stopped for a few seconds. Rob glanced over to the three girls, and the giggling resumed. "They must have been checking me out," he thought. Some other guys sat down in the same row, and Rob was soon laughing and joking about the past summer. When the Morning Meeting began, Rob had a chance to look over the staff. The Headmaster introduced the teachers to the assembled group of students: "This is Katherine, our biology teacher. She will only be with us for a few more weeks, as she will be going on pregnancy leave. Trisha will be teaching once Katherine has left, and until that time will be working with Katherine to get up to speed with the curriculum." Trisha had obviously only graduated recently, she looked nervously at the students as though they would attack her. She was also very sexy, Rob noticed: she was about 5'7", had shoulder-length brown hair, great legs and small, perky breasts -- about a 30C cup size. Katherine, on the other hand, radiated the authority of a good teacher, and, in spite of -- or even because of -- her large belly, was very attractive. She had long dark hair, freckles and an inviting smile. Her 5'8" frame carried her pregnant belly well, and her milk-swollen breasts were a full 42D cup. The rest of the staff was introduced by the Headmaster -- the usual fussy academic types -- more the types that Rob had expected, unlike Katherine and Trisha. Walking out of Morning Meeting, Rob found himself behind the trio of girls that had been giggling earlier. "C'mon, which one of you is the older one?" one girl asked. "Why not make her guess, Evey?" "You're right, Anne, it's much more fun that way." "I think that Evey is older," the girl said. "Why do you think that, Amy?" Evey asked. "Because she seems smarter!" Amy said, and burst into another fit of giggles. "What do you think?" Anne had turned around and was looking at Rob. "I... uh... you both look kind of young to me..." he stammered, taken back by this girl looking at him frankly, quite clearly checking him out. "Sorry," he added lamely. Anne and Evey really did look young, Rob thought. They were only 5'2", had very big brown eyes, and young pretty faces. They were slim, and had 32B size breasts, Rob estimated. "Well, we may look young, but we're both eighteen," Evey said. "As of next month, at least," said Anne. "But which one of you is older?" Amy asked again, exasperated. "I am," said Evey. "But only by 4 minutes." Amy pouted her full lips and scrunched up her freckled face until Rob could barely see her blue eyes. " You're both older than me, of course." "When's your birthday, then?" Anne asked. It turned out that Amy was only about two weeks younger than the twins, and she turned her mock jealousy into a joke, which, of course, meant that the girls broke into another round of giggling. This gave Rob a chance to glance over Amy as well. She was taller than the twins, at 5'4", had reddish-brown hair and very fair skin; she almost looked Irish. Her breasts were bigger than those of the twins, and also bigger than Trisha's: a healthy 32C cup. The giggling died down, and Rob excused himself so he could go to class. "This could be a very good year," Rob thought to himself, grinning. |
She lay against me on the couch in the middle of the night. Her head nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder. Her left hand rested on my chest, and I could hear her breathe softly as I ran my left hand through her soft, curled locks. Sometimes, her voice was strong and unwavering. Other times, it was plaintive and girlish. It was more that way now. "Tell me a story," she whispered. I laughed as gently as I could. I did not want to shake her head, which rested so comfortably on me. "What kind of story would you like to hear?" "I want to hear a dirty story. About a dirty princess." She's an amazing girl. It's hard to imagine anything better than just cuddling on the couch with her. And I'll do anything to preserve this moment just one second longer. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. She was named Meghan, and from early on in her youth, it was widely acknowledged that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her crystal blue eyes crackled with an intelligence that only added to her radiance. When the princess' eighteenth birthday arrived, she decreed that whoever supplied her with the present that pleased her most would win her hand in marriage. A great uproar seized the land, as men of all ages prepared what they believed were the best gifts. After sitting through hours of the same boring things- jewels, deeds, and clothes- the town glassblower presented his gift to the princess. It was an exquisitely modeled glass castle. There was a miniature castle placed inside a glass ball filled with fluid. The water-globe formed the base for the larger, finely detailed glass castle. Its beauty was breathtaking, and nearly impossible to describe. The princess shrieked with delight, and then looked the glassblower over. He was nearly fifty years old, with a large gut and balding hair. A widower for many years, he was known for ogling the town's young ladies. She found herself thoroughly unattracted to him. She was bound to her word, though, and it was clear that his gift was her favorite so far. She silently prayed that someone would come up with something better. Several hours later, the princess had sat through more mounds of jewels and clothes, and one golden egg that turned out to be painted when it hatched in front of her (that had brought a quick beheading to the farmer who presented it!), the princess was becoming increasingly worried. The gifts were all unoriginal and boring, and the glassblower was staring right through her clothes. Her skin crawled at the thought of his sagging flesh on her own taut body. The last gift was from the glassblower's son. It was a glass cylinder of some type. Nearly a foot in length, it seemed to be made of the finest clear crystal. In its center was a massive, well cut emerald, which gave the entire piece a soft green glow when held in the right light. The cylinder was very thick- the princess could not fit her hand around it, but it was surprisingly light. At the front (she assumed it was the front), it tapered into a curved nose. The glassblower's son presented it to her on a velvet pillow. No one in the court had seen such an item before. It _was_ very beautiful, but not more so than the glassblower's castle. It was simply a crystal cylinder with an emerald inside. 'What is this?' asked the princess, clearly bewildered. 'It,' replied the glassblower's son. 'Is a pleasure stick.' 'A pleasure stick?' repeated the princess. 'Whatever does it do?' 'You will know,' said the glassblower's son. The court was mystified with the last gift, and departed with a buzzing that the glass castle was clearly the best gift. They anxiously awaited the news the next day of what the princess had chosen. That night, the princess Meghan wept softly in her chamber. She had thought her plan would allow her to marry a crafty and wise man, but it had backfired! She was going to have to betroth herself to a sickly and disgusting man who was the age of her father. She sniffled and rose from her bed, and padded barefoot across her floor to her royal mirror. This body should not be given to a wretched old man like that, she thought. But can I really marry any of the buffoons who gave the other gifts? She shrugged her nightgown from her shoulders and gazed at her naked self in the mirror. She was short, barely over five feet tall, and the top half of the mirror was wasted on her. She ran her hands through her long, jet-black hair. It was the same as her mother's, and she grew it out to her waist like her mother did. Her own eyes sparkled back at her. They were still as blue as ever. Her skin was very pale- any more and she would have looked sickly. But she enjoyed her fairness; it made her skin very soft. Her breasts were like two small melons. They hugged her chest, not sagging at all. She could almost fit each one in her hand. No, they certainly weren't large, but they fit her body, and that suited her just fine. Her nipples were as pale as the rest of her. In the candlelight, she had a hard time making out where they began. She reached up and pinched them playfully, and they quickly sprang to life. As they budded, they flushed with color. Pink, like she loved. She loved the way her nipples prominently stood out when erect- they went from pale parts of her breasts to large, pink nubs that demanded attention. She had learned how sensitive they were. Once hardened, it took little more than a gentle brush of them to make her gasp for breath. Her eyes flowed down her tapering body to her hips. Once they had been skinny- skinny like a young boy's. But now they flowed out. They were wide (for her body anyway), and womanly. She ran her hands over the outside of her hips. She loved them. They gave her body a perfect curve. She waggled them back and forth in front of the mirror a few times. Could she give them to that old man? She shuddered. Her eyes finally landed on her mound of womanhood. It was think and black, like her hair. She had one of her servants keep it trimmed into a fat rectangle. Her lovely black patch was a sign of her womanhood, and she was proud of it. She ran her hand through it and marveled at its softness. She would have to reward her trimming servant the next time she saw her. She cooed softly at the feeling of her fingers in her small, curled hairs. Her natural scent gently wafted up to her nose. Could she really award all this to the glassblower? Her beautiful mound, so meticulously trimmed? Her tight, pink flesh, which gave off her sweet scent? It had never been touched by anyone, save her. Her maidenhead was still intact. She had felt it, exploring herself. The wall was there, always slick with her wetness, but always giving way to her fingers and not breaking. That most personal piece of skin- property of the glassblower? She despaired. Her gaze went back to the mirror. She was suddenly confused- her skin was supposed to be pale white, not green. Startled, she looked down at herself. She gazed at her black bush for a second, and then inspected the rest of her skin. It was white, as it should be. Relieved, she looked back in the mirror. Why was it green there? She looked around the room, her black hair swinging back and forth. Then it caught her attention. The… pleasure stick. She had set it down and forgotten about it. It was refracting the candlelight through the emerald, casting a soft green light around the room. She smiled, and walked over to it. Confused, she gently picked it up. 'You will know,' the glassblower's son had said. That was rather cryptic. Just holding it in her hands did not give her any real pleasure. It was cold, but that only made her more aware of it. How could this simple thing give anyone pleasure? Still, it was rather smooth. She ran her hands down its length. It was more than smooth. In fact, it was seamless. Even the glassblower's castle had small seams on it. They were tiny, but they were there. His son was GOOD. And he had made this 'pleasure stick' for her. She smiled again. So far, the greatest pleasure she had gotten from it was the knowledge of how hard he must have worked to make it. Curious, she headed over to her bed. She flopped herself backwards and bounced a few times. Once more she regarded the pleasure stick in the candlelight. It must have had a purpose. She resolved to find out what it was before she went to sleep that night. * * * * * Hours later, Meghan was angry. She had tried everything she could think of, and still the pleasure stick sat motionless in her hands. She had talked to it, rubbed it, blown on it- everything. It wasn't magic. It didn't DO anything. How was that supposed to give her pleasure? It was smooth and that was it. Absentmindedly, she rubbed it against her bare feet. They had always been extremely sensitive, and she loved to tease them when she was alone and frustrated. It helped her relieve herself. She noticed immediately that the smoothness of the pleasure stick felt good against her soft skin. It felt good. Her frustrations faded as her other senses snapped to attention. Was that it? She now moved the pleasure stick gently and intimately against her feet, feeling the smooth crystal touch her sensitive points. She lay on her back, and pulled her knees to her stomach. Gently, she worked the pleasure stick through her soft, high arches. It brought a wonderful feeling. She began to breath more heavily. Trying to fit it between her toes proved impossible, but she could tease them with the smooth tip, and she did, sliding it back and forth across the bottoms of all ten of her toes. She gritted her teeth in delight, her nose scrunching in pleasure. She relaxed her body, and began to use the pleasure stick on other parts. It danced on her taut belly, caressed her hips, tickled her ribs, and nuzzled her neck. She ground the tip into her nipples, reveling in the sensation of the hard nipples twisting under the crystal. The electricity that ran through her body got more and more intense. She felt it acutely in her hips. They boiled with a yearning she hadn't felt in a long time. But the pleasure stick couldn't go there, could it? Gently, she tucked it in between her feet as she slid her hands down to her pussy. One touch told her what she suspected- she was very, very wet. The long hour of playing with the stick had gotten her incredibly aroused. Her juices flowed freely, smearing the bottom of her ass, and causing her pussy to glisten in the candlelight. Her beautiful black hairs were plastered with her secretions. It took only a second for her to decide. She reached between her feet, and slowly dragged the pleasure stick from between them, stimulating her arches one last time. Then she placed the curved tip at the sopping entrance to her slit. That sensation alone made her gasp in delight. But she reconsidered. Even with just the slightest pressure, it was impossibly tight. The lips of her pussy were crushed in on themselves by the girth of the pleasure stick. The tight pressure felt good, though. Good enough to make her continue. She slowly rolled the tip around her open hole, soaking it with her cream. She was now able to give it more pressure, and the tip sunk in ever so slightly. She inhaled sharply at the feeling of fullness which came along with even slight penetration. The princess spread her legs out wide for better leverage. Her bare toes curled against the silk sheets as she slowly worked the curved tip around her wet hole. The pleasurable sensations allowed her to fit just a little more in every time. Leaving what she had inside herself, she sat up to take a look. Her abs tensed and her breasts jiggled as she rose. There was perhaps an inch of the pleasure stick inside her. The crystal was coated in her cream, and it also shown light green, thanks to the emerald. She could feel the throb of her arousal in her lips as they pressed against the pleasure stick. Her pussy felt impossibly full. She didn't have any idea how she could fit any more of the thick crystal into her shining pussy, even as good as it felt. She ran her fingers through her deep, black bush. A closer inspection showed her that her lips were completely folded in on themselves by the stick's pressure. Bending over herself, she gently pinched her folds, and leaving the crystal stick inside her, she stretched them back out so that instead of being crushed, they sucked on it. That relieved enough of the pressure so that she felt she could continue. She flopped backwards on the bed, sighing in ecstasy now that she had discovered a system. Through rotation and gentle pressure, she was able fit more and more of the pleasure stick inside her. She had gotten a good three inches inside her- no small feat, considering the massive girth jamming her virginally tight cunt- when she felt a new pressure. It took her a second before she realized it… it was her maidenhead! That tight, flexible flap of skin had long vexed her. She had been able to rub it with her fingers, but she was never able to get any deeper. Her fingers were too short for that. That problem had gone away now. There were nearly nine extra inches of the pleasure stick left. Thanks to her two hours' worth of secretions, she could slide the stick relatively easily inside her clenched pussy, considering its immense tightness. If she focused on relaxing, it was even possible to move it freely. She shuddered again at the thought of the slimy glassblower pressing against her there. She had heard the stories about the pain caused by the loss of virginity. Reviled at the thought of him inside her, she vowed that her maidenhead was her own. She clenched her feet hard on the soft sheets, scrunching them under her tiny, curled toes. Taking a deep breath, she pressed both hands on the end of the crystal shaft. Quickly, she found that even slight pressure created a pinching sensation that flowed up her spine and into her belly. She had several stops and starts, but each time, the tip of the pain forming made her stop and reconsider. Finally, acutely aware of the silken fabric rubbing between her small toes, she resolved to break her own maidenhead, regardless of the pain. She rubbed her feet back and forth and took deep breaths, building up her confidence. When she could bear it no longer, her hands once again found the rounded end of the shaft. She pursed her lips, listening to the liquid sounds it made as it moved inside her. She took one deep breath, then two, and her fingers clenched themselves white on the stick, and on the third… She pushed inside herself as hard as she could possibly imagine! Unprepared for the excruciating pain, she screamed out in her empty room. Her back arched sharply as the pain burned through her body. Tears formed in her eyes and she writhed across the bed in agony. Her small feet let go of her silken sheets as her legs kicked wildly at nothing. Now her stomach tensed as she tried to curl herself into a ball to escape the pain. She lay whimpering for a few minutes before she noticed that the pain had subsided. Her body twisted as she tried to see over her round ass. Despite the clenching together of her anus and legs, the pleasure stick was there, protruding and splaying her pussy obscenely. She felt full; there was no other way for her to describe it. But arching on her side did not give her a very good view, so she uncurled herself slowly- expecting flashes of pain again but feeling none. She sat up, once again playing her feet on her soft sheets. Somehow, her pussy had accommodated itself to that monstrosity. Her lips were spread wide enough that she could feel the sensitive skin stretching. Gingerly, she tensed her muscles, but found it was impossible to grip the pleasure stick any tighter than she already was. She placed her hands on the end again, and gently gave it a push. She did feel a little bit of pain, but it felt more like pleasure than pain. She could feel the tip pressing against her back wall, and it felt great. Clearly, she was unable to fit any more inside her, but there were only a few inches left outside. She sighed with pride. She had denied the glassblower what he sought. In fact, the longer she left the stick inside her, the better she felt. As she relaxed, she could actually begin to glide the crystal shaft in and out of her. And it didn't feel good; it felt great. She moaned deeply as the smooth crystal rubbed against her spongy-ridged insides. The thickness of the pleasure stick made her insides feel electric with heightened senses. She was very sure that no hollow space existed in her cunt at that moment. She could feel every inch of flesh inside herself as the silken curves of the stick caressed it. The more she relaxed, the more pleasure she felt. She quickly found that the large girth of the stick played a musical havoc on her jelly pussy lips, strumming them back and forth as she moved it in and out of her. It also forced her hot sex juice outside of her. She could see that blood had mixed with her cream, but it didn't bother her- it didn't hurt anymore. The liquid built up around the edges of her tight hole, smearing into little pools with the friction of her penetration. She soon noticed that the huge stick was not just rubbing her cervix and pussy lips, but indirectly, her clit as well. The intensity was building and she was rocking her hips inadvertently. Her body writhed in a good way now, as she set a deep, slow rhythm to maximize the friction with which she rubbed herself. At the end of each stroke she bumped her cervix, emitting a little cry of joy with the feeling it brought. Much too quickly, her breathing began to come in short, agonized gasps, which she punctuated by soft 'oohs' and 'aahs'. Slowly, a feeling of warmth began to flow over her body. It began with a tingling at the base of her spine, and soon grew into a strong fire in her stomach. She was acutely aware of it—it was building, overwhelming her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. The heat spread over her body, and when it reached her loins, she was breathing rapidly, and unable to do much besides grunt and pump the pleasure stick into her swollen, wet pussy with a mechanical urgency. The princess had never experienced anything like this engulfing feeling before, and she was compelled to follow it to the very end—no matter what that end might be. The end turned out to be amazing. In a flash, the warmth erupted into heat as Meghan's already sensitive skin tingled with the feeling of thousands of needles. Where the crystal shaft penetrated her, though, was the most intense. Her clit cried out to her, and her pussy clenched on the pleasure stick of its own accord. She was a passenger on the orgasmic ride her body was taking. Her toes curled and her legs tensed, and her body was wracked with shudders that were uncontrollable. Meghan wasn't able to keep track of how long it lasted—to her, it seemed to be hours. While she finally began to settle down, her heaving chest gradually slowed. Her breath returned, and as she gained it again, she knew exactly what she had to do with it. She screamed. It was a scream of sheer joy and discovery, for the princess had discovered the true intent of the glassblower's son's gift. Savoring the hypersensitivity of her post-orgasmic skin, she pulled the pleasure stick from her with a sucking sound. Trailing a strand of cum, she immediately plunged the pleasure stick back inside her warm tunnel. The castle echoed with her screams long into the night. * * * * * The next morning, the kingdom was abuzz with the impending announcement of the princess' decision. They gathered in the courtyard to await her proclamation. She stood on the balcony, ready to address the throng. As she looked out in the crowd, she felt anxiety, for the glassblower's son was nowhere to be seen. She did see the glassblower, though, dressed in his finest clothes, looking over the crowd. _How smug he looks_, she thought. _I will savor his reaction_. The crowd quieted as she prepared to make her announcement. 'My loyal subjects,' she began. 'I would like to thank you for the many lovely gifts I received yesterday. You have made it very difficult for me to make a choice. Know that the wealth I was presented with on my birthday will be redistributed evenly among you all. We shall all share my gifts!' The crowd applauded her generosity, and she smiled as she waited for them to settle down again. 'I regret that I may only choose one gift. I assure you, I spent _many_ hours before reaching my decision,' she said cunningly. After all, it was true enough, she thought, as her loins surged with a feeling of lust. 'But I have come to my decision,' she paused as she watched the glassblower puff up visibly. 'My new husband is Cardiff—the glassblower's son!' A hush fell over the crowd as they soaked in the news. Slowly a buzz built up and they parted as he was recognized—in the very back. A circle formed up around him as he looked up at the princess and mouthed the words,'me?' She beamed at him (making half the crowd smile along with her) and called out, 'Yes!' * * * * * Later, they walked through the castle halls arm in arm, talking. 'Where did you learn to make such a thing?' 'I don't—I don't have any experience, if that is what you ask.' 'But surely you must have had some inspiration to make it!' 'I do understand female anatomy. It just seemed to me that it would be pleasurable to make something that would fit it.' 'You are joking with me!' 'No, my lady. I am a craftsman. Fitting things is what I do.' 'Well, my husband, I know something that will fit better than any crystal,' she smiled at him as they arrived at their bedroom door." What happens next is a story that remains for another time, for she has fallen asleep to the rhythm of my breathing as I've told her the dirty story. Reaching down to carry her to our bedroom, I can't help but feel the wetness she's generated in between her bare legs. Slightly jealous of the story I've told, I whisk her off to the comfort of our bed. Tonight, we have our own fairy tale to make. _~for you, Meghan_ Hello, my name is Stephanie Works and when I started Pomegranate Computers Inc. in the mid seventies, I was just trying to survive. I had just been fired from, well I won't even mention the company but let's just say now not only did I not have a pot to piss in I didn't even have an egress to throw it out of either. I had dreams of Pomegranate being innovative not like that old stick in the mud company I'd left. Without much money to offer for good people, I had to come up with other incentives. I wanted a relaxed atmosphere at the workplace so I came up with casual Friday, something unheard of back in those days. It didn't take long to realize that casual Friday was such a success it should be casual workplace and we took all restrictions off and dissolved our dress code. The business world was shocked at the audacity of allowing our employees to dress comfortable. Although this was a great idea and appreciated by my employees, it still was not enough incentive to lure bright people to take a pay cut and leave that evil company to work for us. It was obvious I would need to come up with something more valuable than casual dress to win this war. The one thing all computer geeks have in common is horniness because duh, they're geeks and nobody wants to have sex with them. If you take that fact and put it with me being horny all the time (I'm a geek too), the logical next step had to be me having sex with my employees. Every Friday morning I would select the most productive employee of the week and then fuck him or her senseless. I made a complex grading system to judge everyone, of course, if you were hot that gave you extra points. This turned into a win-win situation as everyone pushed the envelope developmental wise so they could sleep with the boss. The next logical step was taking the runner ups and allowing them to watch the winner sleeping with the boss. To be honest I came up with this idea because I like to perform in front of an audience so not only did it make for more winners it heightened the reward for myself. As for casual sex Friday, it was just evolution as the people who didn't get to sleep with or even watch the boss started having sex together. I fully believe this is what put us over the top innovation wise. It was around then that we came out with the 'Red Seed O S X' operating system, which at the time became our flagship product. We all worked hard at making our system excel at anything that gave the PC maker problems. Our plug and play with yourself campaign showed you didn't need all those plugs and wires behind your set. The smile on that actors face as the commercial showed him opening the Red Seed box, plugging it in and then to start jacking off earned him a Friday sex date with the boss. I know many are asking how I got that PC motherfucker to allow me to install his business package that monopolizes the business world. I tell you it left a bad taste in my mouth that I needed his piece of shit system in my Red Seed but I sucked it up. I keep telling myself, Stephanie Works you can do this as I got down on my knees in front of my sworn enemy. Yes that is right I gave a BJ to BG and although I'm not proud of it I'm proud that I gave him the best blow-job he ever had. Therefore, yes, I took one for the corporation but it was worth it because when I stood up I noticed he had the 'blue screen of death' on his PC. If you don't know what that is, it means you've never tried to use an operating system from that company during that era. I have to say that the Seed Pod is what turned us around and believe me, the dear boy who developed that had sexual Friday with the boss for a month. We turned the music business on its ear plus we made porn tapes a powerhouse in their industry as now you could listen to porn hands free. With the Seed Pod I saw the future and soon after we changed our name from Pomegranate Computers Inc. to just Pomegranate Inc. I now felt I had kicked my old competitor right in the balls and could now spend more developing time on other venues. Our state of the art Seed-phone has turned the industry's buzzword commercial from "Can you hear me now?" to "There's an app for that." If you think there is an app for everything now, just wait for our next run. From a pocket vibrator to an add on app called auto suck we will now have all your sexual needs covered. Worries about safe sex will be eliminated with our new app that will scan your partner for worrisome STDs. How about an app that scans that person you just met and lets you know if they are married or not. I think it all goes back to the idea of casual sex Friday. It was this ideal that motivated our innovative employees into bringing Pomegranate Inc. from the brink of bankruptcy into a profitable leader of the twenty first century. I had special plans for my wife this afternoon, so I left work early to prepare. As soon as I got to the house, I prepared the bed. I pulled the sheet and comforter to the end of the bed, and piled a couple of pillows in the middle. I got our toy box out of the closet, and selected a few of my favorites...the long, soft ropes, my smallest butt plug, our flogger, and my wife's favorite vibrator. I also got the lube out and set everything on the bedside table. My wife called to let me know she was on the way home from work, and I suggested that she grab a bite to eat on the way home, but to hurry, as I had a surprise for her. About a half-hour later, I heard her pull into the garage. I met her at the door, doing the usual how-was-your-day-welcome-home-kiss routine. She asked about her surprise, and I told her she'd have to wait for a few minutes. I instructed her to go to the guest bathroom and get undressed. I also said that it would be a while until she would get another chance, so she should pee while she was at it. She looked at me with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She returned about five minutes later, completely nude. I blindfolded her and led her to the bedroom. I helped her onto our king-sized bed, but had her lay on her stomach across the pillows in the middle of the bed, her head on one side of the bed and her feet hanging off the other side. I took the ropes and put each of her hands through a loop, wrapping one rope around the headboard and one around the footboard. I had her get up on her knees, took the excess rope and tied the ends around her knees, keeping them pulled up toward her chest. As I looked at her beautiful ass sticking up in the air, I could see moisture already appearing on her smooth, shaved slit. Apparently she liked what I was doing so far. I began to give her a massage, starting with her shoulders and working down to her ass. She gave small moans of pleasure, and I knew that she was really enjoying the attention. Once I had her very relaxed, I took a small amount of lube and got her puckered asshole very slick, readying it for the butt plug. I applied more lube to the plug itself and slowly inserted it, causing a long, low moan to escape my wife's lips. She had never been into anal play, and this was the first time she ever had a plug inside her. However, the moaning and wiggling told me that she liked the new sensation. Next, I picked up the flogger and lightly began gunning the strands up and down her back, occasionally giving a soft swat. The effect of this was immediate, as my wife began to moan sensually and wiggled her cute little ass with every swat. I could see a huge smile on her face, so I picked up the intensity. I varied the speed, power, and location of the swats I gave with the flogger, and slowly red marks began to appear across her back, ass, and thighs. By this time, my wife's pleasurable moans had turned into full blown cries of pleasure with each smack of the flogger. Her pussy was now dripping with moisture, begging to be attended to. Who was I to deny more pleasure? I began to rub her wet mound with my palm, getting it very wet. I picked up my wife's vibrator, and used to moisture on my hand to prepare the vibe for insertion. As my wife's ass was still stuck in the air, it was easy to position the vibrator at her entrance. I slowly pushed the vibe into my wife's dripping pussy, eliciting another long, deep moan. I pumped the vibrator in and out of my wife several times before turning on the vibration, causing a scream of pleasure. At this point, I left the vibe buried in my wife, and retreated quietly, enjoying the sight on my wife, tied up and helpless, orgasm approaching. As I watched, I quietly removed my clothing. I could tell that she was getting close, as I could see her pussy clenching and unclenching the vibrator buried insider her, and decided that it was time for a good, old-fashioned fucking. I resumed pumping the vibrator in my wife's pussy with one hand as I untied her with the other. Soon she was free from her restraints and I rolled her over onto her back, withdrawing the vibrator. Her protests were quickly replaced with cries of pleasure as I buried my face between her legs, sucking her clit into my mouth, and basically giving her whole pussy a good tongue-lashing. It took barely thirty seconds before she let out a cry of release, and I was rewarded with a flood of her delicious cum. I quickly stood up and plunged my cock into her, fucking with wild abandon. I could feel the butt-plug inside of her, and this made her feel incredibly tight. A few too-short minutes later, I came with a roar and collapsed on top of my wife, both of our bodies twitching with post-orgasm bliss. After a few minutes, I turned my wife on her side, removed the butt-plug and then lay back down beside her. We pulled the covers up, and drifted off into sleep. Rolling out of bed, Melissa could only hear the sounds of her husbands' snores. This has become routine for Eric; Come home, eat, watch TV or play video games, then have 5mins of sex... enough time for him to get off and then fall asleep. the same routine, the same positions, same words over and over, day in and day out, with the same outcome Eric asleep and Melissa unfulfilled and frustrated. Walking into the bathroom, Melissa removes her robe; revealing a petite framed olive complexion, extenuated by 32c breasts, with light pink nipples, and a shade darker pink areolas, her 5"2' frame also held the sexual tension of some one far larger than she. Looking into the mirror thoughts of doubt clouded her mind, "am I not good enough sexually? Does he no longer find me sexy? Am I just a tool for him to use when he needs release? Has he found someone younger...firmer...kinkier? Her final thought brought forth a slight chuckle, Kinkier?? No one was more than she, no one was more than willing to do whatever her husband wanted, no matter how dark or demented, she originally thought this was done out of love for him, but now she started to even question that. Her own thoughts led to visions of her involved with Eric and an unknown female in ménage-a-trios. The vision encompassed her mind, watching as this mystery female pleased her husband orally. Her vision shifted from her husband receiving fellatio, down the mystery woman's body, Melissa's eyes reveled at the beauty before her. Everything this woman was, was a complete contrast to Melissa, she was over 5"7', buxom, tanned 36d breasts. The gaze continued on, over this woman's firm and slightly defined stomach, finally resting on her lovely tanned mound, which was nicely trimmed as opposed to Melissa's fully nude one. A slight glisten of fluid caught her sight, which brought forth the need to taste her newfound lover. The fragrance of her sex entered into the senses of Melissa, she was sweet yet powerful. The site drew near as Melissa's face came closer and closer to this entrancing site, without full knowledge her tongue parted the full moist lips and lightly grazed across swollen labia. The sensation of the initial contact sent currents of lust across the hypersensitive taste buds. As the tongue glided into her the taste was just as powerful and sweet as her scent. As a cat laps milk, so did Melissa do to her lover, long dragging motions into a now wet hot entrance to this woman's canal the luxurious taste of female engulfed her mouth. Her own moans of pleasure entered and echoed back into already perked ears. These moans were duplicated by the woman underneath her, only they were muffled as Eric's manhood was being licked and suckled Eric's own moans became intensified as she new his time was drawing near, with a deep groan his body fell limp as Melissa has felt many times before, she knew he was spent. She on the other hand was far from complete, as was the lady lover, who readjusted her self so her tongue entered into Melissa. This feeling was both terrifying and exciting simultaneously, the sheer fact that the first time she was with a woman, she felt more alive than she had with Eric for years, was almost too much to take. In her'minds eye" the scene played on ; bodies writhing, moans emitting, licking and sucking sound filling the air. The sensations of lust mixed with tastes of each, the touch of flesh to flesh, and the smell of sex filled the room, everything building, leading to the crescendo that washed across both women at the same time. Returning from her trance like state, panting, chest heaving. It became apparent that the thought had taken on a life of its own. The realization was verified as all of her feeling came back to the now exhausted but highly aroused body. Melissa's hand moved away from the sensitive bud that caused her intense orgasm. With out knowledge her own body took control and brought the relief Eric could not provide. Covered with the fluids of lust her hand rose to eye level, the knowledge that her body was no longer under her control brought shame and yet arousal, tasting the fluids on her fingers, mimicking the fellatio performed in the dream, brought on yet another orgasm. "I do more with my hand than he does with his entire body" rang true in her mind and was confirmed by the same statement vocally. The feeling of shame turned to frustration, which in turn evolved into anger. With the shower dispersing water, she opened and stepped into the shower, her thought were only of sex....however it was sex without Eric. |
Tuesday, 7:30 PM "We've detected a crash. Is anyone hurt?" OnStar asked. I heard the words, but they were nothing more than noise particles annoying my new peace. "We've got assistance on the way." Soon there were other voices—more like background noise—screaming orders. I felt my body rise up. It was floating among the clouds on my way to heaven. A sharp pain tore through my left arm, then throughout my entire body. My peaceful unconsciousness was over. "You're going to be all right!" I heard someone say as he shone a bright light into one eye then the other. "Tell them we're five minutes out. Have them notify x-ray and get an operating room ready." I closed my eyes and went back to look for my creator. I awoke to a bothersome beep. It wasn't loud, only constant. My brain pleaded with me to close my eyes again, but I was curious about my new surroundings. I had difficulty focusing. I knew something wasn't right. Tubes and wires dangled from my arms. I fought to stay awake. Think! I admonished myself. What is the last thing you can remember? I tried to dredge up the memories that still wanted to stay hidden. I remember being angry, looking at row after row of numbers on a computer screen, rifling though someone's desk looking for—then finding—my answer. Exhausted, I closed my eyes for just a split second. When I opened them again it was light. My new world came into focus. People were standing close by, talking softly, they looked worried, maybe scared. "He's awake," someone shouted excitedly. Four unfamiliar faces peered down at me. "How are you feeling?" an older man in a white coat asked, lifting my eyelids, trying to blind me again with another bright light. My body felt heavy. I said nothing. "Mr. Moore, you were in an accident three days ago. You're in Mercy General. You're going to be okay. Your family is here." Two of the faces again came into view. I stared at their inquisitive faces. I closed my eyes; the pain was back. I opened my eyes to another face staring down at me. The woman looked to be in her early forties. Her long, burnt-red hair framed her pale, milky white face. What took me aback, though, were her eyes. They were bright, emerald green, piercing, almost demanding, but held no warmth. She touched my hand. "Steve, honey, do you know who I am?" she whispered, throwing her long red curls to one side so I could get a better look at her face. She moved in so close I could smell her breath. We locked eyes for what must have been a solid minute. "No," I whispered. With a sly grin she immediately looked away. For some reason I felt a shiver go up my spine. I closed my eyes. With his back to me I heard him say quietly, "Don't be alarmed, this isn't unusual. These symptoms are common in patients with this type of head trauma. Most recover their memory after a short period of time." "But not all?" I heard a voice interject. "In dealing with the brain, there are no certainties. However, in most cases there is a full recovery." "How long before he's able to come home?" the red-haired woman asked the doctor. "Mrs. Moore, your husband will need to be here for this week and maybe next. We want to closely monitor his condition in case his head trauma worsens. His arm, ribs, and ankle injuries are all minor compared to the severe head injury he sustained. You just need to be patient. This type of injury takes time to heal. The best thing for him right now is rest." "Kids, I need to open up the office. I'll be back later. Don't tire your poor old dad out. He needs rest." With that she was gone. I have kids? Over the next few days doctors, nurses, and unknown well-wishers infringed on my waking hours. The lady with the red hair came often. Her look never softened and her eyes and body displayed no warmth. The only time she ever kissed me hello or goodbye was when others were present. She always asked me the same question, "Do you know who I am?" At this point I wasn't sure I wanted to remember. The heart-pounding nightmares began the fourth night. I thought it was because of all the medication I was taking—it wasn't. I had started to remember. Monday I woke early. My bed was soaked with sweat. My head hurt, but this time not from my injuries. My worst nightmares were now my reality. The red-haired woman came every day to ask her question. I just stared, saying nothing. Wednesday afternoon a detective arrived, he said it was to take my statement about the accident. I asked to see his copy of the accident report. He gave me a somber look and handed me the report. "We gave your wife the contents of your vehicle last Friday. She says something is missing." He pulled two accounting ledgers from behind his back. "We found these yesterday wedged between the front seats." I glanced again at the police report. It filled in the gaps. "You do know it wasn't an accident?" I nodded. "The brake lines were cut almost all the way through. You're lucky to be alive." I fingered the ledgers. "Very soon some people won't think so." "When exactly did you get your memory back?" "Monday morning. Since then I've been hiding here where I knew I'd be safe as long as I kept up the amnesia act." We talked for the better part of an hour. Thursday, my son and daughter walked in like they had every day since this ordeal began. I was happy to see them. I was about to say something to them when the red- haired woman blast through the door. "Hello, Carla," I said with a deadpan face. "Mom, isn't it great? Dad recognizes you," Debra said, gushing. "Dad, do you remember Randy and me?" "Shut the hell up! The ledgers, where are they?" Carla screamed at me. "In a safe place," I replied. "The police picked up David this morning. I assume I'm next?" I just nodded my head. "You bastard! The only thing you ever cared about was that damn business of yours. I hated it almost as much as I hate you. If you had just died in the accident it would have all been over by now. We would have mourned your untimely death, sold the business, and finally gotten to enjoy the money you've kept from me for years." I guess the twenty-five hundred dollars a month spending money wasn't enough for the conniving bitch. Randy and Debra stared at their mother in disbelief. Detective Roberts walked into the room, read Carla her Miranda rights, and escorted a still cursing, soon to be ex-wife, from my room. "Mom and Uncle David?" Debra asked, in shock. "I'm afraid so," I said, taking a deep breath preparing to start my new life. My vision clouds as I imagine my own image. A snapshot in my mind of myself preparing for Master's return home from work... how He likes to have His brandy or His scotch ready. How He requires the house to look tidy and clean by my own hand. How He demands that my positioning be just so as He walks through the front door. Today, it shall be brandy as Master requested before leaving this morning. I arrange the snifter on the tray, with the right amount of amber liquid breathing in the brandy glass, the carafe sitting next to it for any refill, should He want one. Also on the tray, arranged carefully, is His favorite leather-tipped crop, a small crystal bowl filled with scented oil, and various clamps and clips. Master doesn't always use these items, but should I forget to offer them upon his arrival, it would mean punishment for me. The tray arranged to specifications, I place it on the floor, next to where I will be waiting when He walks in the door. I turn, wearing only my white lace apron, and make a circuit of the house, ensuring that all is in place. I note how the shine of the coffee table reflects a splash of light coming in through the shear curtains, remembering how I polished the wood using an oiled cloth while completely naked except for the intrusion of the plug inserted inside of me by Master this morning. Using a swirling motion as I polish and wipe down all furniture that is wooden. Making sure our house is beautiful. I wander into the kitchen, smelling the roast with potatoes and carrots simmering in the electric skillet, smiling as it is Master's favorite meal. I take the tray of homemade biscuits and open the oven door, feeling the heat escape and wash over my bare, pink-tipped breasts and belly, sliding the tray in and setting the timer as I close the oven door. Putting the pot-holder away, I leave the kitchen, my ass swaying with each step, feet bare for now until Master comes home, and amble into the dining room, checking how the table is set. I lift the matchbook and light the candles sitting there within the flower arrangement picked by me in our garden early this morning. I smile remembering how chilly it was today with my bare feet on the dew-tipped grass, my nipples puckering in the cool air, making my way to the flower garden and using pruning shears to choose and pick the perfect buds and blooming roses. As I stacked them in my arms, I could feel their prickly thorns poking into my bare skin, one directly on my areola. Reaching for the last yellow bud, I happen to glance up and spot old Mister Carson in the next yard up on his sundeck, watching me while I work, and quickly turning away to walk back into his house. It embarrasses me that Master makes me perform these chores completely nude and I am caught doing so by Mr. Carson or, one time, the UPS delivery man. However, the choice is not mine to make. I must trust Master to guide me (hand reaching up to finger the silver choker around my neck). I leave the dining room, making my way back into the entry way, looking over at the grandfather clock in the hall and note that Master shall be here any minute now. I go to the broom closet and wash my feet, dry them, and insert them into my three inch black heels. Master's choice. I return to the breathing snifter of brandy and kneel on the floor, ass on my heels, thighs opened as wide as I can, hands behind my back, wrists crossed, head bowed, mind open. I don't have to wait long before I hear Master's car and the hum of the automatic garage door opener. Master prefers to leave the garage from the outside, coming in the front door after pressing the down button on the garage door. I face the front door, chin up, eyes downcast, tongue protruding slightly, and await His scrutiny. I am always amazed at my reaction to Master's appearance when He comes through the door. He is a fit man, tall, dark with intense green eyes that immediately rest upon me and take me in. He drops his paper on the settee, reaches for the leash sitting on the shelf by the door, and begins to walk toward me. His presence makes my heartbeat increase, my palms sweaty, and my pussy spasm with controlled pleasure. Master stands in front of me and reaches to my collar, snaps on the leash, giving it a gentle tug, and say's "Ahhh, my sweet slut, I need you this day... work was hell" as He begins to loosen His tie at the collar and tug and pull out his shirt from His trousers. With His one hand, He releases His belt. My eyes remain downcast, and I hear the jingle of His belt buckle, then the release of His button, zipper, and the sound of clothing being maneuvered around. I feel a tug on my leash and move my eyes up to His groin... His cock now sits there in front of my opened mouth. My collar is pulled on gently as He brings my mouth closer to the tip of His cock and I can feel the heat of Him there. I anticipate tasting His beautiful cock, my tongue wet and ready, when I feel the heat move away. "This day, slave, I want all your senses alive..." and I feel Him place a blindfold over my head, the band tightening, and the leash again taken up and pulled upon. The heat is there... His cockhead is there, now turgid and full, and finally I taste Him... hot with a bead of moisture at His cock tip. I lick His cockhead clean, moistening the tip and sucking upon Him gently. I know to suck what is only allowed, what Master feeds me at His own pace. He offers me only His cockhead, the tip so soft on the outside, the edges rounded and rigid with unreleased passion. My lips close upon it as I inhale His musky scent, a smell I'd recognize anywhere as Master's own lovely odor. My lips suckle and feed upon His purple mushroom, lathing the underside with care, sliding my tongue back into my mouth from the underside, swirling it around, feeling Him feed me another few centimeters. I moisten what He gives me, suckling, tasting, teasing, worshiping with my mouth. Master groans above me, murmuring "Ah yes, pet, use your magic tongue to please your Master." Master pulls out of my mouth and I feel His cock spring up and out of my reach. "Slave, suck My balls... one by one... into your mouth. Wash them with your saliva." Dropping my head a bit, using my nose for a compass, I feel Master's short hairs tickle my nose, then my tongue as I bring one of His large testicles into my opened mouth. My tongue runs around it gently, bathing it in my secretions, popping it out and sucking the other in, giving it the attention of the other. I begin to lick around Master's balls, catching little hairs in my closed lips and tugging gently, feeling His sack scrunch up and hearing Him exhale in sweet exctasy. I blow cool air upon the wet sack, the little hairs blowing gently. "Now slowly kiss up My shaft, my eager slut, make Me wet and ready to fuck you." I begin to use my swollen lips to kiss and lick up Master's shaft, feeling Him spasm and jump in my mouth... catching His cock shaft and sucking on it gently at the underside, traveling up the shaft to His tip again, and at His "Yes" I catch His head in my mouth again. "Fuck My cock, slave", and I begin to bob my head upon Master's cock, taking His head and His shaft in as far as I can, then sucking as I withdraw, my cheeks hollowing, my tongue swirling and wetting. Immediately I sink down again on His cock, feeling His head hit the back of my throat, and withdrawing. In my mouth again, further this time, a tear escaping out of my eye at the control needed to fight my gag, and withdrawing. Deeper this time, holding my breath as my throat is impaled upon Master's cock, nose buried in His patch of hair, spasms in my throat that cause me agony, but cause Him excrutiating pleasure, and I withdraw again. I stay at His cockhead to take a few breaths and feel Master's hand at my head shoving my mouth down on His cock, throat impaled again, stuffed with His thickening cock, unable to breathe, but not daring to move as Master leaves His cock in my mouth, my throat spasming around it. "Ahhhhh yessss my slave, hold it there" my eyes watering, my face turning red with pressure until finally Master releases me for a brief, fast withdraw before He shoves Himself down my throat again, establishing a rhythm now. He is moaning with undisguised desire as He pleases Himself by using my mouth. I learn to take short quick breaths on the withdraw as He fucks my mouth harder, faster, deeper. I feel the telltale signs of His impending orgasm... the excess heat, the increased thickening, the bulging and raging stiffness of His cockhead, the pre-cum as it seeps out on my tongue assiting in my own lubrication and I know to take a deep breath of air as Master shoves His steel rod down my throat all the way and leaves it there as He begins to cum. My tongue at the back of His cock can feel the waves of sperm as they begin to travel up His shaft, the first one exploding down the back of my throat, not even tasted by me before the second and third and uncounted more begin to fill up the pockets of my cheeks, the areas in my mouth now filling with hot, salty cum as His orgasm wracks His body, emptying Him of the day's stresses, and filling His slave with His gift, giving her His pentup frustrations knowing she accepts them willingly because that is who she is. Master begins to soften in her mouth, His cockhead pulling away from her throat slowly, His hand pulling on her head to pull it out further and finally to release it from her mouth, white cum coating her lips, His cock shiny with His own seed. "Swallow, pet" He say's. And I do. _A picture sent to me by a Dominant inspired this story. To me, it epitomizes submission, yet I do not know if it is copyrighted or not and would not offer it without the author's permission._ I work at a strip joint. The Club is located on a highway just off the interstate. Though I am not proud of my profession it pays well and the tips I collect by the end of the day are pretty generous. However it is difficult to keep oneself going meeting the same leery guys day in and day out. After I do my bit on the table and with the pole I offer myself for lap dances and though it is not very exciting I guess I have to make do. My evening starts at nine and I normally reach there by 8. The other girls are normally there by then and Ted usually shaves our pussy in turns. He does my pussy every alternate day though he checks it when I get in and my underarms are done every evening. I am quite hirsute and by the time the next evening comes I have a stubble in my underarms. I like my shaved look, as it looks very neat and tidy. Steve my lover also likes me to keep my labia all neatly shaved. When I got in Tom the owner called me in to his office. I had asked him for a few weeks off as my mother was moving to Florida and I wanted to help her out. I also had asked for a loan. I was hoping that he would agree and give me the much needed help. He was sitting on the table talking on he phone and he kissed me on he cheek saying that I would get both the loan and my vacation "Gee Tom thanks" I said. He then told me hat he has been getting some requests from some regular members of the club that they are getting hard of seeing only shaved women and that they needed to see some naturally hairy woman doing the show too. I told him that it wasn't a bad idea but added "I don't think there are many women in the business who stay hairy". He then said he too was turned on by hairy woman and in fact his wife stayed hairy. "She has amazingly hairy armpits" he said and added "where do I get a hairy woman I would pay her twice the normal wages". He said "Why don't you stop shaving it will help you pay back the loan and when you restart after the vacations we will bill you as our hairy attractions" I immediately said no. "How can I stay hairy; my lover loves my shaved look and I cant possibly grow my underarm hair" "Why not" he said "you are very hirsute and in a few weeks you are armpits and pubes will grow in" "you will make even more in tips and in a jiffy you would have paid back your loan" I told him I would think about it but the more I thought about it the more it seemed reasonable. The money seemed good and I really didn't mind staying hairy. The last time I had stopped shaving my underarms was in the my early teens when I had a rash in my underarms and I had really thick crop of hair in my bushy underarms. I knew that within weeks my hirsute body would fill in both my pussy and my underarms. When I go back home I told Steve what Tom had told me and he didn't seem too bothered in any case I was going to Florida for three weeks ad I guess he had other things in mind so when I met Tom he next day I agreed that I would stay natural and when I returned I would be the "hairy one" in the show. He told me that he had asked Tina to stop shaving too in case my event turned successful she too would be thrown in. I threw my razor away as I packed for Florida. I wondered whether I would go swimming in the beach especially if things got a bit too "hairy" In the first week itself my armpits grew in. Thick hair almost an inch long had grown and I was surprised at how quickly my armpit hair grew. I examined it in the mirror and it seemed very coarse but it was jet black. My pubic hair grew in a wide triangle and being used to g-strings it grew all over my pubic mound. By the second week my armpits were looking a lot more hairy. A heavy pelt of hair had filled my armpit hollow and it had filled the entire length of my armpits. It was now almost two inches long but very uneven and tufty. I called Tom and told him my underarms had become very hairy and whether we were sill on for the "hairy show". I as getting a little uncomfortable with the amount of hair, which had filled my pits, and I had topped using tank tops. My pubes had become very hairy too and I wasn't used to being natural. By the third week however I was getting a grip of myself and I wasn't really surprised at the jungle, which had massed, in my unshaven armpits. When I raised my arms real thick bushy hair had grown in my underarms. I was now liking my new hairy look. When I went to the beach I was getting strange, envious looks maybe at my new "hairstyle" as lots of beachers stared at my bushy pits and the hair sticking out of my bikini Being a stripper I wasn't bothered about the looks. I rang up Tom and I told him that I needed another month to settle my mom in which he agreed he asked me how bushy I had become and I said that I had become so hairy that I resembled an ape. He laughed and told me he looked forward to meeting me. He was certainly turned on by my description of my hairy pits. I decided to go to a local strip club in Florida just for a lark. I stepped into the club. The crowd was thin and onstage, there was a skinny brunette writhing her body to the music. She was already naked, except for her high heels. She wasn't particularly hairy though her armpits were clean-shaven. The brunette bent over at the waist to pick up her tips from the rail and stage floor. In the process, she was flashing her ass and pussy. She continued to strut to the end of the stage, swaying her hips to the low thump of the bass. Every move was accentuated. At each pole, she did a quick spin, making brief eye contact with the customers sitting at the rail. Her hair, glowing in the light, bobbed as she shook her head and body to the beat of the music. She reached back for the pole behind her and, wrapping one leg around it, slowly spun around as she coiled her frame tightly against the pole. The crowd didn't seem too interested and looking from the other side it seemed a little tough for the woman. A man soon sat alongside me and he started chatting me up. Another dancer was on stage but I wasn't paying attention to her. I watched her make her rounds from table to table. She would stop and chat with a few guys at the table. I watched her straddle some guy's knee, sometimes facing him, sometimes with her back to him so she could see the others at the table. Sometimes she would lean against the guy, shaking her ass on his leg. It was getting a little boring so when the guy asked me to go to his place I agreed. Honestly I was getting horny and wanted to be laid. We got there and quickly stripped. Seeing my hirsute body he looked surprised but did not seem to care. I made him lie down and got down on top of him. I bounced up and down on his averaged sized dick and used his tool for my own pleasure. His balls were swelling as I was sliding up and down his pole. I was now enjoying it as each thrust brought me closer an orgasm I then flipped on my back and thrust himself back into my hairy cunt and sunk all the way to his balls. He placed his hands above my head and continued his frontal assault staring at my unshaven pits. I could feel every inch of his cock in my pussy. I hoped that he was a real gusher as he came in torrents in my pussy. I quickly left. It was now time to go back. I called Tom and drove straight to the club. He asked me to strip to my bra and panties. He looked in amazement. "Wow what bushy armpits you have got as I raised my arms to show him my unshaven underarms". He pulled the long bushy hair and rubbed his swelling tool against me as he kissed my furry pits. You are going to be a real hit he said as he tongued my bushy underarms. He told me I was due for the pre Christmas special and he had already put up some advertising material. He showed me a sketch of a hairy woman with grossly hairy underarms and bushy pussy on top of which was written "Going Ape". I told him that seeing my hirsute armpits it would be better if it was advertised as "Armbush". He quite liked the idea and all was set for my opening night. He also told me that I would have to take care of Shane the paper magnate who had specifically requested for the armpit special and his friends that night. _This was wrote by myself and SexyLexy41. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. All constructive comments are welcome._ ************************************************ You were sat on a tall barstool in the crowded pub waiting for your so called boyfriend to arrive. You looked over to the door once again as it opened and sighed as another young couple entered giggling happily then turned back to your drink, twirling the almost empty beer glass in your hands, the creamy foam top now just a white whisp sitting atop of your Coors Lite. You drink the last dregs of it and motion for the bartender. "Same again?" he asks smiling as he walks toward you. "Pardon?" you reply, the music drowning out his words. He stops in front of you and leans over the bar, "I said same again?" he almost shouts in your ear. "No, I'll have something stronger. The beer just won't cut it tonight!" you shout back. "Boyfriend not turned up?" he asks, trying to make small talk with you. You sigh again, "What boyfriend, he was supposed to be here a half hour ago. I guess he's no longer my boyfriend," you muse as you pass him your empty glass, grazing his fingers as you do so. "Well, he's an ass if you ask me Miss, I'd never stand you up," he replies whilst trying to gage your reaction. "Can I take that drink now please?" you ask as you brush off his comments. He places a full glass of tequila, fresh orange and crushed ice in front of you. "Something stronger," he says as he turns away and starts to serve someone else. You watch him for a while, flirting with his female patrons, every now and then he glances your way and throws you a nod and a wink before turning his attention back to his job. You let your eyes wander over his body in lust and you pull a pen out of your bag. You pull the cap off with your teeth and scribble a message on a stray beer mat. "Ladies room, 5 minutes" "Hey!" you boldly shout over to the barman, taking the last swig from your drink, you realise you need the dutch courage for what you are planning and you hand him a note to cover the cost of your drinks. Your eyes fall down to you empty glass and he smiles, picking it up. You notice his eyes dip to read the note and you take it as your cue to leave. You quickly make your way to the bathroom by the time he raises his eyes again to acknowledge you and he realises you have already gone. "Hey Matt," he calls to one of the other bartenders, "I'm going on my break. You'll be OK won't you?" he asks. "Sure, we'll be good," Matt replies as the bartender rises the end of the bar and follows you to the ladies room. You walk into the room, it's quite big, decorated in black, white and gold, it's quite osentacious and no-one is around. The door behind you opens and you stay perfectly still. You hear the door lock and warm breath on the back of your neck, "Expecting something were you?" his voice asks you as he hitches up your mini skirt and lets his fingers wander up to your hot twitching pussy. "No underwear?" he asks as he thrusts his thumb roughly inside your soaked snatch, his fingers pawing at your clit. You moan aloud as you rest the back of your head on his shoulders and raise your leg, resting your foot on the marble counter in front of you allowing him better access. "Your pussy is so wet!" he exclaims, "and you're enjoying this aren't you?" he whispers in your ear as he starts to pound his fingers harder and faster into you. "Oh my god yeah," you moan, There's a knock on the restroom door but you carry on regardless. He drops to his knees as you bring your leg down and face him, giving him the full view of your hairless pussy. "What a beatiful pussy you have there. I would love to taste it," he requests "So what are you waiting for?" you ask him. "I'm getting wetter just thinking about you sucking on my clit!" "You don't hold back do you?" he says as his tongue slids up your slit, you feel your fluids escape you as he laps it up, bringing you to the edge beofre he stops. "Turn around," he states as he pushes you up against the cold tiles, spreading your legs apart as he deftley unbuttons himself and pushes himself into you. "Oh yeah, holy shit, fuck me hard!!" you yell. He listens to you and starts slamming harder and faster into your pussy yet you still scream for it rougher, your legs starting to tire. He holds you up, his fingers sweeping around you and finding your clit, pushing your entire body closer to the tiled wall. You can feel the coldness of it all over you as your cheek presses against it, you moan louder as you feel yourself cumming closer to the edge. "I'm cumming!" you yell as you feel your pussy contract and the feel of your orgasm wash over your entire body. If it was not for this man holding you up, you would have fallen to the floor in pure ecstacy. He grunts beind you and you feel him eject his load into your used pussy, feel his fluids run down the inside of your legs and he lets you slump to the floor, "Wow Sasha, that just get's better and better," he says "I'll see you at home later Jenson," you smile and pull him down to kiss you. "I love this part," he whispers. "What part?" you ask him. "The part where I hear you say my name and that you'll see me at home" You smile and kiss him tenderly. "I love you so much my Sasha." "I love you too," you smile back at him as he walks away from you. Dear Will I know I may regret telling you what happened last night. We have always been honest with each other but I do not honestly know how you will react. In our fantasies, it would turn you on more than anything. In reality? Maybe you will just think I cheated on you. As you know I am sharing a room with Emma on this trip. As ever, she has been moody. One minute the life and soul, next gloomy and a bit spiteful. She wouldn't have been my first choice to share with but there you have it. We get on ok I guess. The first night was classic hen weekend stuff, we drank too much, played silly games, talked about our sex lives. (I have some amazing stories to tell you about Jenny actually, remind me!) Saturday was different, we went for dinner and then clubbing till about 3am. When we got back to the hotel, Emma and I got in to our PJs, had another drink, chatting on her bed. After a a little while, we both dozed off. I don't know what it was that made me wake up. When I did, I had the shock of my life! Emma lwas ying stark naked on the bed. She was fondling her big tits and her other hand was between her legs. rubbing her clit. I froze with shock, watching her. I wondered if she was doing this in her sleep. I sat up on my elbows and saw her eyes were wide open. Not only that, but she smiled at me, her face contorted with dirty pleasure. You know I'm bicurious. You know we have both talked about her curvy body, her dirty smile. All of this was there, right there and her soft moans were intoxicating. I'm sorry if what I did was wrong, or drunk, or crazy. But it felt like the only thing to do. I pulled off my top and pushed down my PJ bottoms so that I was completely naked too. Emma smiled her encouragement. I could see her hand was moving quite fast now between her legs. She leaned up to look at me as I started to follow her actions. I stroked and pulled at my nipples, biting my lip a bit to stifle my moans. I was already panting with lust by the time I touched my pussy and it was soaked. I lay on my side, watching her masturbate while I did the same myself. She turned so she was also facing me and moved so her tits touched mine, moving slightly against me as she writhed on her own hand. We were staring right at each other, panting, rubbing, and I hate to say it to you of all people Mr Sexy, but I have never been more turned on in my life. I was so turned on that I started to suck her tits while I masturbated, then I reached down and pushed away her hand, replacing it with my own. You don't know what that's like till you do it, do you? Sliding through her silky blonde pubes, finding her wet cunt, my fingers entering her, then finding her hard clitoris. I kept sucking, I could taste her perfume and hear her moans. Now her hand was between my legs as well, we were masturbating each other, her hot mouth on my nipples, mine on hers. She gasped and arched her back and I knew she was cumming. I knew I was about to too. With a few desperate thrusts I came on her hand as she sucked my tits, both of us orgasming at about the same time. After that we just fell asleep. We never mentioned it this morning, she was already back in her PJs, already a bit miserable again, complaining about her hangover and how expensive the weekend had been. I barely spoke. I hope, desperately, that you will forgive me. I hope in a way that this turns you on like you always said it would. I haven't turned gay and I hope to fuck you while we relive this gorgeous memory. I wish I'd gone down on her. tasted a pussy for the first time, but to writhe to orgasm with a woman really was a fantasy come true. I can still smell her scent on my fingers and taste her perfume and Mojito mouth. Please be pleased. Please find this as awesome as I do. See you tonight Lisa xxx |
In the dog days of August the heat was almost unbearable. The setting of the sun did nothing to alleviate the rising heat waves coming from the baked earth. Gabriella lay twisting restlessly in her bed. The French doors thrown wide to encourage what little night breeze there may be to skim across her naked flesh; entwined in her blood red satin sheets. Her fitful dreams weaved in and out of consciousness. She turned towards the open patio and unsure if she was awake or dreaming she thought she could see a slight mist rolling across the hardwood floor. In her dreaming/waking state she smiled in the hopes that the mist would prove to be cooling to her porcelain skin. She pulled the final inches of satin free from her legs and lay on her back, knees spread wide as the mist started to crawl up and over her bed. And to her infinite joy, she could feel the cooling droplets of water, the stiffening of her nerves along her skin where the mist had crept. She lay there enjoying the respite from the heat, almost giggling to herself for having such a silly, but useful dream as the mist continued to cover the length of her body. The nerves along her stomach and breasts started to tingle from the sudden change in temperature grazing across them. And her nipples started to harden as the mist floated across them. It felt almost like hands, molding and rubbing her skin, as they stretched across Gabriella's naked body. She found herself becoming turned on and actually did let a small giggle escape her lips as she wondered at this dream she was having. Gabriella's breathing started to become raspier as her body responded to the sensual attention of the mist now brushing her clitoris and labia. She could feel her pussy starting to moisten and the desire to touch herself grow. She wanted release from this sweet torture. But as Gabriella tried to reach her hands down to her slippery wetness she found she could not move her arms. A small trickle of fear began to enter her mind; looking over to her sides she could see her arms spread wide in either direction. She gasped as she saw hands holding onto her wrists, pinning them to the bed. Fear gripped her fully now, fighting with the desire she could feel burning inside of her. The mist between her legs now strengthened its movement. Feeling almost like a tongue it licked and stimulated her clit, warm and moist against her pussy. The fear would surface in waves, the desire on the high tide, the fear on the low. Raising her head a few inches off the bed she was able to look down between her wide spread legs and could see the mist now taking shape. Salt and pepper black hair, silken and shining as her bedsheets, and skin so pale it was almost luminous. Her mind struggling with the logic of the mist being a man, and a man with arms long enough to hold her wrists and still have his head buried between her legs. She wondered until his eyes found her. Eyes that seemed to burn holes into the soul of any who dared to look long enough into them. Black, yet red, yet gray, filled with flames and then as smooth as the Black Sea on a still night; all in one instant of a look. "Are you the devil?" she questioned him breathily. The creature only laughed in return and increased the ministrations of his tongue on her pussy lips. She could feel it licking inside of her. Wetting her more every second. She knew she had never been this wet in her life and was lost in that indescribable moment between fear and pleasure. She moaned involuntarily, from fear or desire she didn't know; and felt her hips rise to meet the mouth of this demon. She could feel his lips against her softest skin, smiling and then his tongue inside of her. Filling her more than any tongue should be able to. She could feel it lapping at the tip of her cervix, and then deeper still into her womb. Her insides were on fire, and wherever the tongue licked she could feel tingling sensations. Currents of heat replaced all the fear she may have felt. She could think of nothing except this boiling heat burning in swirling pools in her deepest depths. The waves of longing cresting higher and higher. Gabriella could no longer remember the mist in the room or even her name when the tongue was finally pulled from inside of her. Leaving her feeling more empty than she could bear. Her cries of pleasure turned to cries of pain from the cold now filling her recently burning depths. Feeling movement she opened her eyes to find those smoky, blackened eyes directly above her own. Entranced she barely noticed the blood dripping down his chin, or the fangs that now stood out prominently, glistening from the drops of blood still clinging to them. And then she forgot everything as she felt his hardness pushing against her drenched opening. Sliding inside of her and filling the spaces his tongue had so recently vacated. Her hips started to press upward, demanding more of him as he slowly fucked her. Closing her eyes all she could think or feel was his cock working its way into her. Deeper into her with every stroke. When he was finally as deep as he could be, she felt filled and stuffed. Fancifully she imagined that his cock lay coiled inside of her like a great snake waiting to leap, moving constantly, changing position, coiling and uncoiling itself to rub against her most sensitive areas. And then the building waves of her orgasm broke and crashed through her. Her body writhing unbeknownst to her. Colors danced before her eyes, her spirit lifted to another plain of being, she never thought that any orgasm could carry her away like this. The emotions being broken only once, briefly, by the feeling of two sharp pricks on the side of her neck. And then a return to that lightheaded feeling of being carried away. Gabriella continued to cry out as her orgasm rocked deeper through her body and mind. As it began to subside she could feel herself becoming lighter. No longer able to life her head or open her eyes, she merely lay there half dreaming half awake. Wondering if she was still dreaming, and then the blackness descended over her, and there was no more. The mist descended from her bed and collected in the open doorway. Looking back once more on the beautiful pale skin in sharp contrast to the blood red sheets, eyes closed forever more in peaceful repose; she would be beautiful for all eternity now. Putting one hand to his mouth he caught an errant drop of blood still resting on his lip. Greedily he sucked the drop from his finger and smiled. Turning he drifted off into the balmy night air. 6). the sixth encounter 11pm - a text: "So?" I laughed, then replied, "So what?" "Horny?" "Haha, You obviously are!" "Wanna fuck?" "Yep" "Got a condom?" "No, but I do have lube!" "Give me 20 minutes" "OK" But he never showed. Apparently he had car trouble. Fuck I was horny, so very fucking horny and now frustrated too! I'd applied the newly bought lube -- and a lot of it - not five minutes after his 'give me 20' text. The mere thought of his arrival had me turned on, the anticipation of his visit made my tummy fill with a good nervous energy. But I knew that physically, I might have to start things up on my own, have things at the ready for when he arrived. While it only took him seconds to get hard, it usually took me a bit longer. Boys usually always cum quicker than girls -- if they want -- well, especially quicker than me. Although, with M, I was doing pretty well when it came to orgasming. He'd made me cum twice already, the last time simultaneously. In truth, M makes me cum all the time, sometimes twice a day, but he's not always actually there, physically, in my bed, he's not there fucking me, or rubbing my clit; he's not there licking or fingering my wet cunt, he's not there fucking me doggy up the arse, not actually, not physically. But he's always there in my mind, in my thoughts, in my fantasies. And he's always there watching me when I cum. So as I lay back on my bed, I began to rub myself with the generous amount of lube I'd squeezed into my hand. I moaned aloud as the slippery and exquisite sensation tickled me, excited me, my clit instantly engorged, swollen at my touch. God it felt good. So wet. So horny. He'd better get here soon or I'd make myself climax. I was so very horny, so turned on. I heard a car. Him? No, it drove past. Damn. Rub some more. Oh god, feels so good. Better stop. Another car? No, damn it! Damn him! This lube, this rubbing, was driving me crazy. I really didn't think I could hold out. Turns out, I didn't have to. My phone buzzed. 'I'm not coming round. Car trouble. Explain tomorrow". I threw the phone down and screamed out a mighty orgasm into a silent and lonely night. The following night however, he came. Oh boy, did he come! It was the same deal as the night before. He text to see if I was 'available'. I replied that I most definitely was. He asked which hole he could stick his dick in. I replied why not give all three a try? He responded like I knew he would. "Hmmm, tantalising menu. I think I'll start with your mouth, then a bit of pussy, and for dessert I will take the arse". Since the first time I let him fuck me up the arse, he's wanted to do it again and again. In fact, since the first time I text him 'I love anal', that's all he's ever talked and text about. A few hours later I was in the same position I was in 24 hours ago. Lying naked in bed, bottle of lubrication beside me, my hand wet with it, and playing with my pussy. Again it took mere seconds to put me in a dangerously close to orgasming state of arousal. And again 20 minutes earlier he'd text me to say he'd be here -- in 20 minutes. As I gently touched myself with one hand, I grabbed at my nipples with the other, already hard, sensitive, ready. A car pulled in the drive. My front door already sightly ajar ready for him, pushed open and in he walked. He walked the short walk to my bedroom and stood in the doorway. "Hey." "Hi." He undressed in silence, and in complete darkness, then walked toward me. I was now sitting up, a handful of lube ready. "Feel this, " I said and searched in the dark for his penis. I found it and quickly took it from flaccid to erect. He had a lovely dick. It grew harder, hotter, bigger in my hands, it turned me on. He found my pussy and when he touched it, he felt the wetness and groaned loudly. "Jesus, that's fucking hot," and began his excellent massage with his thumb on my clit, softly, gently, quickly rubbing, my moans the acknowledgement to continue. I'd never taken him in my mouth before, so I decided it was time. He'd talked about it enough, text me over and over again how he would love to watch me suck his throbbing cock; how he'd be round to stick it in my pussy, and then my mouth; how he'd love to watch me swallow his cum as he squirted it into me. How he'd love me to suck him off and then cum all over my tits. At least they were some of his suggestions. I moved my body down and found his cock with my mouth. He moaned as I took him, sucking gently at first, taking him in and then back out again, then in and out again. I licked the length of his shaft, inside, outside, then took him back into my mouth, sucking, sucking, then back out. As I pulled his shaft with my hand, I licked the tip, flicking my tongue over the top, pulling, licking, sucking on the end, tasting his pre-cum as he slipped in and out of my mouth. I sucked him off for as long as I could before I was too horny and wanted to be fucked. With one final suck and stroke I withdrew and come back to his mouth which I kissed. "Time to fuck me!" I demanded and he pushed me onto my back, and quickly, forcefully spread my legs wide. He was so hard, I was so wet, he slid into me like a hot sharp blade slicing through warm butter. I moaned at the sensation and arched my back pushing my pelvis up against him. He fucked me hard, our bodies hitting perfect sync with one another as he slid in and out of me, over and over, his chest mashing against mine, squishing against my breasts that heaved under his touch. Soon, he sat up, still inside me, and spread my legs further apart with his hands. He opened me up wide, the feeling of vulnerability exciting me. While he slowed his trusting to a slower, deeper pace, his cock gliding sliding deep into me, his thumb rubbed gently at my clit again. God that turned me on, I loved it, it felt so good, so hot, so very fucking hot. He fucked me till I came again. I remember grabbing at his arms, clawing him with my nails as I came, waves of orgasm washing over me as bucked and jolted underneath him. I tightened my legs around him and pushed up against him as the orgasm eventually subsided. As I slowly let myself back down onto the bed, he was still thrusting inside me when he asked in a grunted whisper, "Where can I cum tonight?" I answered, breathlessly, "Anywhere you like". He fucked harder, faster, my legs splayed wide apart, my head banging against the wall as he grunted, groaned, then withdrew from inside and came in hot gushes over my breasts, sprays of cum hitting my chin. We lay panting, breathless, spent, slight quivers momentarily escaping our limbs. He leant down and kissed me gently on the lips, "Gotta go." He got up, dressed and left. ..until the next time... |
EROTIC DVD FILM REVIEWS 2016 edition Hi all you erotic film lovers. This is NOT a review of hard core porn films and videos. It is review of a collection of full length feature films that concern sexual or erotic themes that have been on general release or made for TV, all of which are now available on DVD. These films are suitable for adults over the age of 18 and not minors. All of these films have received general release certification (in some cases R or 18) and in accordance with international law none depict or feature any sexual activity involving minors (i.e. children under the age of 18). None of these films / movies transgress the US and UK censorship laws. All of these films are available to rent and / or purchase in the US and the UK from the main global movie / film retailers. It is also possible to stream some of these films from the best known online global movie streaming services in the US and the UK although not the more extreme ones. It occurred to me that a list of films of a sexual nature might be of special interest to readers in the Literotica community. Some of the films in this collection would be described as 'Soft Porn'. I do not claim this list to be in any way exhaustive. It takes many years to watch the vast numbers of films that are out there, but these are the ones I have watched in these genres in recent years and that I can tell you about. It is my opinion that the problem with most porn videos is that usually you know nothing about the characters concerned, as there is no character development or plot. So they often become no more than meaningless and boring 'Insert tab A in Slot B' sexual gymnastics. For a film to be titillating, interesting and erotic there needs to be some element of character development, some story, perhaps some romance, some passion and some element of seduction. Some of the films listed do indeed contain graphic and explicit sexual activities. However this is a collection of films that concern one or more of the following themes in no particular order: Romance, Seduction, Lesbian relationships, Gay relationships, Affairs, Unfaithfulness, Love triangles, Prostitution, Erotic thrillers, Nudity, Loving relationships, Coming of age, Sexual awakening, Attraction, Sadism, Torture, Abuse, Erotic horror, Sex and incest. Some of the films in this collection are there because they are just such great portrayals of the subtlety of romance and attraction rather than being erotic in the sense of explicit sexual activity. So please do not criticise the inclusion of films such as 'One Day' on the basis that they are not very erotic in the sense of containing much explicit sex. Films like that are in this collection because they offer such a credible window to view close up the subtleties and challenges of attraction and love between two people. Many of the most explicit, or extreme full length general release sex movies are foreign with sub-titles and the most prolific of these are French so you will find a disproportionate number of these in this collection. My interest in films has confirmed that when it comes to films 'One man's meat is another's poison'. There are no films where everyone agrees that it is brilliant or awful. Everyone has different tastes. And so it is with my ratings. You may find that usually you agree with my rating, or you may find that often you disagree. And therein is the fun and interest. I love to hear other's views and where you disagree that is just as interesting and welcome. It is fun to discuss and debate these things. You will see a table below which defines what my film ratings mean. I will warn you that I mark tough. Often when rating a film if someone likes a film they will automatically just give it a 10, in other words it's all or nothing, but I do not do this. Instead I make careful use of the full range of scores and generally I would consider any film with a score of 4 or above watchable and enjoyable to some extent. So where I have given a film a score between 4 and 7 for example then I liked it and thought it watchable but it is just not a particularly great film; it might just be reasonable, average, good or very good respectably. I would recommend that you briefly familiarise yourself with the definitions of the ratings which follow before referring to the reviews. If you limit yourself to just great films or those with Oscar nominations or to those which are well known and widely popular then you can miss a lot of perfectly good watchable enjoyable movies. I believe you need to be open minded and sometimes you will discover a hidden gem, or one that just appeals to you personally and be surprised and this is particularly true for those who like films with a sexual content. It is always satisfying to discover an unknown and underrated film. In any case if you have a taste for films with erotic or sexual themes there are simply just not enough of them made to be too choosy. By retaining films with scores of 1 to 3, this will help you avoid some of the dogs and turkeys, or give you the chance to form your own opinion if you still want to give them a go, My favourite genre is the erotic thrillers (especially from the 1990s) and so you will find a disproportionate number of these. You know the sort where usually a man is under the spell of an attractive seductive intelligent man eater and cannot help but put his life on the line and take ridiculous risks to comply with the wishes and demands of the woman who is controlling and using him. He is totally driven by lust and desire and cannot see that he is being manipulated and conned in some scam or caper that will usually destroy his career / marriage / life. It is surprising how many films have the same name. The same names are used frequently even within a couple of years. Therefore to identify a film you have to also look at the year. Good watching- Andy Definitions of Ratings Remember these ratings are for how good the film is, and NOT about how much explicit or graphic sex it contains. Rating Quality of Film 1 A very poor, awful film with no merit that is probably unwatchable through to the end. 2 A poor just about watchable film that is disappointing and let down by some fundamental weaknesses in plot, and / or credibility,. You may not have made it through to the end. 3 A dull mediocre watchable film with some moments of interest or quality, good in parts, but overall only just so so. You may not have made it through to the end. 4 Watchable, reasonable, adequate, but slightly disappointing film probably let down by low budget feel, predictability, and not particularly memorable or enjoyable. 5 OK watchable average film, enjoyable but let down by some aspects of casting, script, or plot. 6 A good watchable film that is definitely OK but could have been better in places. 7 A very good watchable and enjoyable film. 8 A great film. May be very funny or very moving, or both, or a thriller which holds your interest and with a great plot. 9 A superb and excellent film of great merit and depth, with an excellent cast and script. A film that you would be keen and eager to watch again the following day. 10 A rare exceptional, brilliant and outstanding film of depth, meaning, superb casting, outstanding acting, and credible script. A film that touches your soul, and probably makes you laugh and cry. A film that stays with you in your immediate memory. THE FILM REVIEWS 120 DAYS OF SODOM OR SALO 1975 Soft Porn WWII Sex Drama. A bizarre, highly controversial, and shocking film set in Italy in 1944 towards the end of the war about Italian fascist dignitaries who organised a private brothel of handpicked gorgeous young male and female sex slaves. Every kind of depravity and masochism and torture is depicted. Italian film with sub-titles. It is no wonder this film was banned and reviled around the world. The film is explicit and extreme and massively distasteful so you will need a strong stomach to tackle this one. But sadly it is just disgusting rather than erotic. It starts Ok but as it ploughs on it becomes boring and you will find yourself reaching for the fast forward. 4/10 ADORED (THE) 2012 Lesbian themed little known thriller. An innocent depressed married struggling model goes to stay with a famous photographer to try to rejuvenate her career, in a remote house in North Wales. The photographer is not all that she seems and forms a dangerous obsession for her house guest. She forces her lesbian desires onto her guest but this is the least of her worries as the photographer starts to show her true psychotic colours. A mediocre quality thriller that is just about watchable. Reasonably well acted by the two female leads. 4/10 AGE OF CONSENT 1968 Drama. A dated period piece from the 1960s which would have been daring, modern, and progressive in its day. Based on true events an artist seeks solitary refuge on a remote Australian island and starts painting a local girl, Cora played by a very young Helen Mirren. Cora is hoping to save enough money to escape the island and who can blame her so is happy to up her wages by posing and swimming naked for the artist. The film meanders in a 1960s sort of way wondering what it is trying to be between a touching romantic drama, a daring 1960s excursion into progressive nudity, and a Carry On Camping type excruciating comedy. Later remade as Sirens which is a much better film. Don't Bother. 3/10 ALL OVER ME (1997) Drama. Coming of age teenage drama about two girls in a first lesbian relationship but discovering other partners. Sensitively handled with no gratuitous explicit sex. Has all the bleakness of a typical Mike Leigh film set in the USA. Has a low budget feel but overall it is a good film, and much better than the typical offering in this genre. It has a credible feel and I do not agree with other reviews that it is predictable. Has an awesome but esoteric score. 6/10 ARTIST AND THE MODEL (THE) 2012 Drama. French film with sub -titles and shot in black and white? Why-do they think it makes a pseudo arty film more high-brow? Set during the Nazi occupation towards the end of the second world war in a remote quiet rural location. A beautiful young girl escaping from Spain is sheltered by an elderly couple. The deal is that the girl works as a nude model for the ageing male artist who is inspired to start working again by the young girl in his home. An unlikely friendship ensues. It is a sensitive sweet film but is a typical French film being very slow with very little happening.6/10 ATOMISED 2006 Erotic tragic psycho drama German with sub titles. Bizarre story of 2 brothers exploring eroticism. One of the brothers is an introverted asexual and frustrates the love of his life, and the other is a totally selfish individual incapable of love but is a slave to his sexual fantasies. This gives the producer an excuse to indulge in his own sexual fantasies at frequent intervals! This is a very heavy highly alternative film that would not appeal to most people. The two brothers are both completely messed up by dysfunctional parents who abandoned them. Tragedy and disaster are never far away for both of them except that the introvert does invent genetic coding on the side! The female partner of the other selfish brother, with whom he participates in sex orgies, becomes crippled, goes mad, and commits suicide! 6/10 BASIC INSTINCT 1992 erotic thriller. I have watched this many times over the years and gave it another run out in 2012. In my opinion it sets the Gold standard for erotic thrillers and even after 20 years is not the slightest bit dated. The acting, script, and music are superb and yes I know the plot is implausible but I don't care and somehow they get away with it because of the mesmerizing relationship and sexual tension between Douglas, the detective and Sharon Stone, the suspect. It is a long film but you don't want it to end, and after all that, at the end you will still not be sure who the killer was! 9/10 BASIC INSTINCT 2 2006 Erotic thriller. Basic Instinct was a very good erotic thriller and a tough act to follow but this sequel unusually is worthy. It really is nearly as good as the original. Stone is even better in this and the lead who replaces Douglas playing opposite Stone does a good job I think and is credible as the psychiatrist who meets his match with the Stone character. It is a good erotic thriller that holds its own in its own right. They switch the sequel from Los Angeles to London to freshen it up which seems to work. 8/10 BEAT 2000 erotic drama. Definitely better than the average rating suggests. An intimate examination of homosexual and heterosexual relationships within a close group of 4 male and 1 female writers in 1944 New York. Irritation and boredom prevail within the group. The viewer gets drawn into the frustration of the unfulfilled relationships and shares the hopelessness as nobody seems to get what they want. Courteney Love is superb in this film and gives the film its quality and high rating as the hub of the group and the focus of the intrigue and desire. 7/10 BEDROOM (THE) 1992 Japanese soft porn with sub-titles. Bizarre story of a young wife who visits a fetish house where she takes drugs which send her to sleep, during which she receives the attention of clients who use and abuse her. There are other sub plots but most of the time the white sub titles are against a background of white bed sheets! Weird and very explicit. Rubbish. 2/10 BEL AMI 2011 Period drama. Kristin Scott Thomas. Period drama set in high society Paris in the 1890s. How can other reviewers say that this has no story? It is a much better film than many other reviews give it credit for. It is a modern attempt at the Dangerous Liasons theme. Young man breaks out of poverty and breaks into high society and political circles through his good looks and powers of seduction. At first he is found out to be out of his depth, empty and vacuous but increasingly he becomes ruthless and brutal and acquires great wealth through his women and in the end puts an advantageous and cynical marriage above the mistress who he really loves and loves him. This film has lots of story so do not let others put you off if this theme sounds like your cup of tea. The film is lavish and stylish in its recreation of the period. I liked it. 7/10 BETTER THAN CHOCOLATE 1999 RomCom. Pleasant enough innocuous light lesbian romantic comedy. Well acted and touching. Young teenage lovers struggle to conceal their sexuality when the newly divorced mother of one of them comes to stay. Other interweaved relationships involving various other characters combine to produce a watchable enjoyable average film with a happy ending. 5/10 BETWEEN YOUR LEGS 1999 Soft porn drama. Don't worry this is not the sexothon that it sounds like. Spanish film with sub titles. It is about two people who are attending a clinic for sex addicts but beyond that I cannot tell you much. I found it impossible to follow what was going on as it weaves a lot of fictional sub plots throughout so it is one of those films where you never know what is really happening and what is being imagined. I only lasted 30 minutes and found it boring and a waste of time. Don't bother with this one. 3/10 BIG EASY (THE) 1987 Erotic thriller. Dennis Quaid is excellent in this as a very sure of himself womanising funny sexy maverick homicide inspector character. A good erotic thriller. The Quaid character himself becomes the subject of an investigation into police corruption by an attractive woman from the DA's office, with whom he has a steamy affair. Done in typical 1980s style and set in New Orleans. Watchable and enjoyable. 7/10 BITTER MOON 1992 erotic drama. A good watchable film about a couple who are united by physical attraction but after this fades their relationship becomes destructive and damages another couple. This film is an acquired taste and improves on second watching. Sexually charged and dark and sad at the same time. There is a big surprise awaiting you at the ending and is worth watching for this. Hugh Grant is very young in this and a bit feeble to be honest and a bit of a weak link in the cast. 7/10 BLACK BOOK (THE) 2006 Beautiful Jewish girl who worked for the Dutch resistance at the end of WW2 and has a sexual relationship with Captain in the SS in order to infiltrate the Nazis. Dutch film with sub-titles. The depressing thing is that in transpires that at least 3 of the other resistance fighters turn out to be Nazi collaborators who are also betraying the Jews for their own profit. However a great film with a great performance by the female lead. The plot can be a little hard to follow in the final scenes due to confusion between the resistance characters. 8/10 BLACK SWAN 2010 Psychological thriller based on New York ballet. Young woman finding her sexuality, and confidence and confronting competition and shaking off her controlling mother. Explicit sex and violence. Would not be everybody's' cup of tea. A bold and unusual film -in the Carrie mould and class. I liked it. 7/10 BLOOD SIMPLE 19831983 Coen brothers first film-erotic thriller, gritty. Dark and bloody but with some humour. 6/10 BLOOMINGTON 2011 Drama. Routine coming of age lesbian drama about a former child star actress who goes to college to try to forge an alternative path to acting. She forms a relationship with her women-eating female college professor but this latter character seriously lacks credibility and further the film completely ignores all the obvious issues of the taboos of student teacher relationships. Things go lovey- dovey until the younger girl is lured back into acting by her agent and this puts a strain on the relationship. Low budget made for TV movie feel with a weak story and an even weaker ending. An unremarkable superficial highly sanitized mediocre film.3/10 BLUE IS THE WARMEST COLOUR 2013Lesbian Romantic Drama. French film with sub-titles and winner of Cannes Festival 2013. A coming of age story about a young girl who is unhappy with her relationship with a boy at school and meets an older girl with whom she falls in love and lives with. The film covers a long period and attempts to show how the relationship develops between the girls and analyses the stresses and strains of such a relationship. It is a serious, sensitive and sensuous movie and you can see why it won an award. The long and graphic physical encounters may be too much for some peoples taste, and also the film as a whole is unnecessarily long at three hours. Nevertheless if you have the time and the interest then it is a good, watchable touching film. 6/10 BLUE LAGOON 1980 Two children are ship wrecked on a desert Island and as they grow up and become young adults they become sexually awakened and have a child. Brooke Shields. Considered soft porn at the time. 1980. Terrible. 3/10 BODY HEAT 1981 Erotic thriller. Kathleen Turner. Personally I like it. It has aged well and remains a tense steamy erotic thriller full of suspense. It is uncomfortable to watch but you cannot look away and you do not know who to believe or trust. I think this film sets the standard for the genre. 8/10 BODY OF EVIDENCE 1992 erotic thriller. Madonna. You get what it says on the tin with this movie. It is a bread and butter formulaic early 1990s erotic thriller. But if you like this genre you should not exclude this one. It is completely watchable, and Madonna does her best to act but looks amazing whilst she is doing it-acting that is! Has a good twist at the end. It seems from the other reviews that you either love it or hate it. But I don't see it that way. Not the best or worst film ever made but just a watchable OK movie. 6/10 BOOGIE NIGHTS 1987 Drama set in Los Angeles this story covers the lives of a dozen or so misfits and inadequates working in the porn industry during a seven year period commencing 1977. In particular its central character is a young man who rises from nowhere to be a star of the film industry. In the early years the team as a whole are hugely successful and make a lot of money but in the 1980s the rot sets in and things degenerate primarily due to their cocaine habits. Gradually the gang take to stealing drugs on the side. Contains some nudity and violence. Usually films on this subject are of the soft porn variety, and rubbish, but this one is of a higher quality with a superior script and acting. It is hard to make a film about the porn industry that is not soft porn itself but they achieved it with this film. Watchable and holds your interest for the 150 minutes duration.8/10 BOUND 1996Sexy erotic thriller about a mobster's girl who wants out. She sets up an ingenious con with her lesbian lover to steal $2M from the mob. It is a cleverly spun web of intrigue. Violent and scary. A con with many twists. Some explicit girl on girl action. Do not watch this if you are not sure you can handle it. 8/10 BOYS DON'T CRY. 1999 Lesbian romantic drama tragedy. A sad, touching shocking film based on true events. Brandon Teena is a young guy trapped in a girl's body in Nebraska. Brandon dresses and acts as a guy and joins a small gang of other wild youngsters and falls in love with one of the girls, (Lana). For a while life is good and fun and the relationship between Lana and Brandon blossoms. Inevitably Brandon's secret eventually comes out and the friends turn against him although Lana stays loyal. Be warned, the story ends brutally, tragically and violently. Hilary Swank played Brandon and won the best actress Oscar for her performance. 8/10 BREATH 2007 Romantic Drama. Korean film with sub-titles. Unusual and bizarre story about a restless and lonely middle class housewife who decides to start to visit a convicted murderer on death row in prison. Bizarrely she is granted greater and greater access to the convict and relations gradually become increasingly intimate under the watchful eyes of the prison guards! It all seems a highly implausible plot and the acting is poor. Was it based on real events? Weird and would not be most people's taste. 2/10 BROWN BUNNY (THE) 2004 Soft porn Romantic drama. I'll sit through most films but this one defeated me. I lasted 40 minutes before I could stand no more. Pretentious arty farty photographic account of a troubled young man driving across the USA in a van grieving for the lost love of his life. Lots of lengthy shots of all kinds of roads at day and night. Almost no dialogue and nothing happens. Boring and tedious. The film does liven up in the last 3 minutes apparently but only people with no life would have made it that far! Do not be tempted. 2/10 BUTTERFLY KISS 1995Macabre thriller about cold blooded serial killer (lesbian) who seduces an innocent girl into falling in love with her, and together they travel around like Thelma and Louise until it comes to an inevitable and tragic end. 4/10 CALIGULA 1979Drama about the life of a young deranged Roman emperor. I watched the uncut version which lasts about 2 weeks. This is a Marmite movie and it gets ratings from 1 to 10 with people equally divided. It has to be the most sexually explicit movie ever made and features nudity, gruesome punishments,and graphic sex from start to finish. It is also the most explicit and complete portrayal of the debauchery and decadence of the Roman Empire that you are likely to see. You have been warned. But it remains an iconic film that film buffs need to see for completeness It is a big set extravaganza by the director Tinto Brass. On the odd occasion when the actors are not completely naked the costumes are good. It has an all star cast and the acting and script are not bad. You need to be extremely broad minded and have a strong stomach to tackle this one so be warned. It is not just a not so soft porn film in that it does have a watchable story and reasonable plot, with some character development. Outrageous! 6/10 CAMOMILE LAWN (THE) DISC 1 (EPISODES 1-4) 1992 Channel 4 TV drama. A watchable TV series drama about an extended family of parents, aunts, uncles and cousins at the beginning of the second world war set in Cornwall and London. The story focuses on the colourful love lives and relationships of the relatives seemingly including with each other against the back drop of escalating danger and the struggle with the enemy. Based on a book the production was considered quite racy in 1992 containing a lot of nudity. In the second half the acting, script, and direction remained somewhat stylised and stilted and this has reduced the score. Great cast though. Episodes 3 & 4 do not quite live up to the promise of the first half and in the end the overall result is just average. Episode 4 is set in the present 40 years later in 1983. 5/10 CAROL 2015Lesbian romantic drama. Cate Blanchett stars in this drama supported by Rooney Mara who plays the teenage object of the Blanchett character's desires. I was really looking forward to this film after its rave reviews but in my opinion it is highly overrated. Yes it is smouldering, contemplative, brooding, and moody but it is just so slow. And the biggest problem for me is that the meeting between the two is just not convincing. The 'falling in love at first sight' is just not sold to the viewer. There is no intoxicating exchange of conversation or laughter and you will wonder what the worldly wise mature Blanchett character sees in the young thing. Blanchett is a superb as ever but overall I found it underwhelming. 6/10 CASUALTIES OF WAR 1989Vietnam war film. Extremely shocking story based on real events in which a squadron of five kidnap an innocent young Vietnamese girl to rape her and eventually murder her when she looks like she may lead to them being spotted by the enemy. Sean Penn gives an excellent performance as the crazy, maverick ring leader Sergeant and Michael J Fox is equally impressive as the voice of good and morality in the group who unsuccessfully tries to prevent the evil activities. The film depicts the struggle that the Fox character had to get anyone in authority to investigate and prosecute the rest of the group on his testimony. A brutal disturbing, graphic, realistic and unpleasant movie that depicts the horror of war. 8/10 CAT CHASER 1990 Thriller. American war veteran (Dominican Republic) begins a steamy affair with an old flame who is now married to a nasty and corrupt Dominican general. This film is now dated but watchable although only adequate at best. The plot is hard to follow in places and the film feels like an adapted stage play with a lot of rapid fire conversation that is important to the plot. However it gets more straight forward as you get deep into the film. But is it worth the effort? Probably not. Some nudity and a lot of violence some of which is pretty graphic and a high body count by the time you reach the end. 4/10 CEMENT GARDEN (THE) 1992Would not be most people's cup of tea. Incestuous relationship develops between eldest brother and sister in family of 4 children after both parents die separately in close succession. Watchable but weird. 5/10 CHINA MOON 1994 erotic thriller. Good romantic love triangle thriller. I am a fan of erotic thrillers especially those produced in the 1980s and this one is typical of the genre and does not disappoint. 7/10 CHLOE 2009 Erotic thriller about wife who tests her husband who she suspects of philandering with a paid prostitute who she ends up with sleeping with herself. Can't say that is not different! Stars Liam Neeson. Watchable. 6/10 CIRCUMSTANCE 2012Youth and lesbian drama. A serious, controversial, brave, and rare film about youth rebellious and underground culture in Iran. Not content with just portraying Iranian youth living out their Western culture fantasies (clothes, alcohol, sex and music etc) and enduring brutal raids by the 'Morality Police', the film sympathetically majors on a lesbian relationship, and the ways in which women are controlled and oppressed by authoritarian puritanical men. The film also portrays a controversial view of the legacy of the revolution by the young. So lots of taboo in this which is why the film could only actually have been made outside of Iran. A rare Iranian film with sub- titles in which it is not always that easy to tell who is who. In the end though a good film, with a virtually unique theme, well acted but which is sad and depressing. 6/10 CLAIRE OF THE MOON 1992 Lesbian romantic drama. A straight author shares a cabin with a gay psychiatrist at a writers retreat in the US. The film is directed like a stage play with long sequences of stilted dialogue between all the other guests at the retreat (who are all women). The film tries to elevate itself with pseudo intellectual discussion about the differences between men and women, and also between gay and straight women. But the main theme is the simmering relationship between the two women in the shared cabin which finally erupts at the end of the film. The acting is so poor and the script so false, and the characters such stereotypes that it is borders on being at a farce. Poor.2/10 CLOSE MY EYES 1991 Family relationships drama. Early Clive Owen, Alan Rickman, Story of incestuous love affair between brother and sister. Actually it is very well acted and a good film. 7/10 COLOUR OF NIGHT 1994 Bruce Willis. Erotic thriller mystery in the Hitchcock style. Could also be an Agatha Christie who dunnit. Much nudity and soft porn sex. The plot is extremely hard to swallow but if you can ignore that the film does have some merit being packed with suspense, action, and big twists and well flesh. I can see that it is in many ways an awful film but I have to admit I found it watchable, and did get to the end and found it reasonably enjoyable. I've seen a lot worse. 6/10 COMFORT OF STRANGERS (THE) 1990 Erotic thriller. A young English couple on holiday in Venice in an attempt to rekindle their relationship. They are attracted to a fascinating older couple and fall under their spell. The older man is played by Christopher Walken who plays an enigmatic charming enticing character who proves irresistible to the younger couple but turns out to be a psychopath. A series of meetings between the two couples ensue building to the shocking and weird conclusion. The atmosphere between the two couples is sexually charged and the film successfully captures the way the young couple are captivated by qualities in the Walken character that they do not understand, or maybe are unaware of. The film has its fans on the internet but I did not like it, especially as I am not a fan of Rupert Everett who plays the younger man. The end is just plain weird but maybe is meant to be surreal or an allegorical I suppose. 5/10 COMPLIANCE 2012 Drama. Unusual story based on real events about how ordinary law abiding people will do almost anything when they believe they are blindly obeying orders from someone in authority. This is about an apparently common scam of a prank caller who calls a fast food outlet pretending to be a police detective and, in this instance, convinces the manageress to carry out a strip search of a pretty blonde employee played by Dreama Walker. Things get even more extreme as staff suspend common sense and blindly follow instructions from the 'detective' on the telephone. Shocking. Let down by some scenes which are obviously just padding to make the film feature length. 6/10 CONSENTING ADULTS 1992 Classic early 1990s erotic thriller. Kevin Spacey superbly plays the new neighbour who disrupts Kevin Kline's perfect marriage and life. Spacey plays a charismatic charmer who is supremely confident and easily manipulates Kline into his insurance scams which net him millions. The plot gets darker as the sexual tension between the two couple rises. I watched this film when it came out and am pleased to have rediscovered it now. It's an underrated example of the genre and I recommend it. 8/10 COOK, THE THIEF, HIS WIFE, AND HER LOVER (THE) 1989 Comedy, drama, fantasy. This film is completely weird, bizarre, and surreal. After the first 10 minutes I really was about to abandon it but something made me hang on in there. Abused wife, Helen Mirren, of brutal, sadistic, vulgar gang leader husband takes a lover. From then onwards Mirren is never seen in clothes again, and has sex in all the hidden nooks and crannies of the restaurant (especially in the toilets). Everything in this film especially the mountains of food, and the gluttony is phallic and suggestive and is about the connections with love, and sex, and death. There is prolific nudity and sex. Cannot decide if it is the masterpiece creation of a genius or complete drivel. I suspect the latter. The wildly varying reviews on Lovefilm reflects this. Beware the end is gratuitous bloody violence and gruesome torture ending in cannibalism! 4/10 CRACKS 2009 Sensuous drama about a remote girls on a Scottish island school set in the 1930s. A fanatical, possessive and highly dedicated young teacher brilliantly played by Eva Green (Casino Royale) has cultivated a position of total influence and control over a small team of girls who are under her wing. She is with them all the time and they are her life. But the equilibrium is disturbed by the arrival of a new, worldly wise and beautiful girl pupil from Spain who also begins to influence the group. The teacher starts to also be mesmerized by the new arrival and fall for her with disastrous results. The harmony of the group and the school is eventually brought to a tragic ending. A story about coming of age, sexual awakening, the abuse of positions of authority, loyalty and trust. Better than you might expect although a slow burn film which takes a long time to get going and which requires patience. 7/10 CRASH (1996) The original film with the title Crash. A highly bizarre soft core porno thriller about finding car crashes sexy and strange obsession. Not for everybody. Highly alternative viewing. 7/10 CRUEL INTENTIONS 3 2004Urrrgh! The OC meets well I'm lost for words. Highly contrived sex farce portraying worst aspects of young Californian culture. 2/10 CRUSH 1992 Drama. Rather amateurish New Zealand film in which two girl friends have a horrendous car accident and one of them suffers brain damage. The other girl who was driving the car impersonates her friend and forms a relationship with the writer that her injured friend was travelling to interview. She also forms a relationship with the writer's daughter. She shows herself to be a selfish, dangerous and destructive character in her subsequent relationships with the writer's family with whom she stays whilst her friend is in hospital. A study of love, seduction and attraction between the two friends, and also with the writer and his daughter. It is also a tale of self obsession on the part of this main girl character. It is watchable and mediocre at best but it does improve a little as it progresses so hang on in there and there is a big finish. 4/10 CRUSH 2001RomCom. Unusual emotional roller coaster. Starts as a 4 weddings style RomCom, but then evolves into a straight romance, and then unexpectedly turns dark and sad and becomes a tragedy. Explores the friendship between three 3 40+ women which is tested when one of them has a passionate relationship with a much younger man. The three lead women characters are all excellent. As I say the film has severe twists and turns and it is not always clear what the film is aiming to be but I found it watchable and touching nevertheless. 7/10 CUCKOO (THE) 2003 WWII drama. Unusual Russian film with sub titles. Very different to most war films. A Finnish SS officer, and a Russian officer, both seek to hide with a warm and practical recluse Lapp war widow in a remote camp where she lives off the surrounding land and sea. They speak three different languages and are unable to communicate verbally. It is a gentle study of complex human behaviour. Both men, whilst wary of each other, form romantic attachments with the mothering woman. This is a quality film with depth and messages. 7/10 DAMAGE 1992I always liked this erotic drama. Jeremy Irons is superb and totally credible and Juliette Binoche equally superb as the smouldering sexy, enigmatic mistress woman of mystery. The fireworks and passion that ensue are legendary but the film is compulsive viewing as you cannot turn away from watching a man who seemingly has everything become helpless from following a path of self destruction that eventually encompasses his whole family. The final pathetic scene of the fallen but still compulsive obsessive talented man alone as a recluse is unforgettable. 8/10 DANCE WITH A STRANGER 1985 Crime Drama. British made film telling the story of Ruth Ellis, the last woman to be hanged in Britain in the 1950s. Ellis is an ex prostitute divorcee working in a tacky night club and kept with her teenage son by a sugar daddy who actually loves her in a one sided relationship. Ellis abuses his love and instead has a long term obsessive relationship with an upper class toy boy who eventually dumps her. Ellis can never come to terms with this and murders him. Miranda Richardson is excellent as the hapless Ellis. Well acted and very watchable.7/10 DARK BLUE WORLD 2001 WWII drama. Czechoslovakia film with sub titles. Story of two Czech pilots flying for the RAF in England in the early part of the war who compete for the love of a local mother. After the war one of them returns |
to Czechoslovakia where he is branded a criminal and imprisoned and tortured by the communist regime. Watchable average war film. 5/10 DAYS OF HEAVEN 1979 Romantic drama. A young Richard Gere in this drama about a young couple who drift through the US in the early 20th century finding work where they can. They settle on a wheat plantation in the great plains where a dangerous love triangle ensues with the wealthy owner. But all is not as it seems. Meanwhile Gere manages to wear the same suit and waistcoat working the fields every day and always appearing perfectly pressed and immaculate. The film is unusually narrated throughout by a child, but its greatest merits are the outstanding photography, and the fascinating array of early automation on the farm. A sort of Out Of Africa set in the mid west of the US. watchable and reasonably good. 6/10 DEAD BEFORE DAWN 1993 Thriller Drama. Based on true events this made for TV movie depicts a wife and mother enduring physical abuse from her successful business man husband. She files for divorce, and her husband tried to replace her with a new squeeze and threatens to ruin her in court. However, he also hires a contract killer to murder her, who fortunately for her turns out to be an FBI agent in a sting operation. Just about watchable, but poorly scripted and acted. 3/10 DEAD SEXY 2001 Erotic Thriller. A formulaic film trying to follow in the footsteps of Basic Instinct. This film must have seemed dated even when it was released, as it seems to be a throwback to the style of ten years earlier. A female police detective gets sexually involved with the suspect for a series of identical high class call girl murders. Sounds familiar? It is! It is all there - the usual red herrings and the unerotic sexual encounters which are just embarrassing rather than qualifying as soft porn. The usual twist at the end which you will see coming a mile away. 4/10 DECEPTION 2008 Drama Thriller. Highly predictable formulaic erotic thriller in which a naive auditor is taken in by a slick brow beating confident lawyer as part of a multi- million dollar fraud. The auditor is compromised by introducing him to a mysterious fantasy sex exchange club. Despite its familiarity as a plot it is nevertheless watchable and reasonably enjoyable. Michelle Williams is the eye candy. 5/10 DEEP BLUE SEA (THE) (2011) Romantic tragic drama set in 1950 about wealthy woman (Weisz) who has a steamy affair with an RAF Battle of Britain hero but who cannot commit to her or give her the love she craves. She is driven to despair and attempts suicide. A dark, sad, depressing, and joyless story. Weisz is superb but the film is not an enjoyable watch and you sort of end up wondering what was the point? Adaptation of a book and stage play. 5/10 DELIVERANCE 1972 Drama. A haunting, shocking, disturbing film about a group of four macho city boys who embark on a long distance canoeing venture down a fast wide river in Georgia. They travel through some very remote country in harsh conditions for which they are ill equipped and unprepared. Deep in the back country they are ambushed by two Neanderthal in-bred local hill billies. One of the guys is brutally raped and a deadly pursuit ensues in which one of the attackers is killed. The four guys are now trying to escape the other attacker and the law fearing that the local police will not be on their side. Well acted by an all star cast this classic has not dated but would not be for everybody. However it remains a convincing realistic horrific and tense drama for those with string stomachs. 7/10 DOOR IN THE FLOOR (THE) 2004 Jeff Bridges, Kim Bassenger. Steamy drama about teenage boy who goes to work for aged author (Bridges). Boy forms relationship with wife Bassenger. Watchable average film but fairly uneventful, and unremarkable. 5/10 DOT THE I 2003 Romance. Rubbish. Dodgy acting. Awful film. Absolutely hated it. No credible connections or emotions in the love triangle. Very slow. I must have missed something as there are a lot of favourable reviews and some say the last 20 minutes are good but I gave up long before that. 1/10 DOUBLE INDEMNITY 1973 Erotic thriller. Sadly extremely dated, plodding and unerotic. Only interesting from the point of seeing the 1970s apartments and clothes. The film is entirely shot like a stage play and has almost no musical score which seems strange nowadays. The acting is wooden and unconvincing. The story just seems to be going through the motions mechanically and the film has little to commend it. It is apparently a remake of a 1944 classic which I have not seen. Anyway don't bother with this version. Any routine TV detective story would be better. 4/10 DOUBLE JEOPARDY 1992 Run of the mill erotic thriller. Starts well but in the end a bit disappointing. Yes there is a twist near the end but after that the film is very rushed like they could not wait to get finished and the ending is poor. Watchable bread and butter film but that is all. 6/10 DRESSED TO KILL 1979 erotic thriller. A Hitchcock style story about a transvestite homicidal maniac. Disjointed. The film does not flow. It is poorly scripted, very poorly cast and highly formulaic and predictable. Unbelievably Michael Caine is in it. How did he ever get associated with something as mediocre as this? 3/10 EASY RIDER 1969 Drama. Has not really stood the test of time. Dated predictable 60s drugs and sex, intended to shock. Watchable though, and a great soundtrack. 5/10 EASY VIRTUE 2008 British film based on Noel Coward play set just after WWI. Prodigal son returns home with gorgeous American wife (Jessica Biel) and incurs the prejudice and hostility of his snobby aristocrat mother (Kristin Scott Thomas). Brilliant cast -includes Colin Firth. Meanders between comedy and serious statement but very entertaining with an unexpected twist ending. 8/10 ELENA UNDONE 2010 Lesbian Romance film. I really struggled with this one at first and found it hard to get into and came close to giving up on it. But it is a film that gets better as it progresses and actually becomes one of the most convincing and realistic lesbian romances ever made. A previously straight married woman falls reluctantly for a lesbian and so begins a real and deep friendship which flourishes into something much deeper. Eventually they are deeply in love and have a full blow affair. The impact on the woman's children and husband is handled sensitively. Very well scripted and acted. Much better than the typical film in this genre. 7/10 ELLES 2012 Erotic drama. French with sub titles. Juliette Binoche stars as a journalist writing an article on prostitution. She is following two young French students who are paying their way through university by selling personal services. The journalist becomes increasingly obsessed and frustrated by the apparent glamour and excitement of the student's lives in comparison with her own boring and sexless existence in a stale marriage. the film contains an unusual degree of explicit gymnastics but fails to really portray the reality of prostitution and rather ends up glorifying and idealizing it as a career choice. However Binoche is as credible and excellent as ever and goes some way to rescuing and saving a dodgy movie. Watchable.5/10 ESCORT (THE) (1999) Erotic drama. French film with sub titles. Entertaining average watchable highly improbable fantasy about a boring middle aged French husband who deserts his family and escapes to London to work as a paid escort. His paid sex life and unpaid love and sex life explode with young beautiful women! In your dreams! Credibility is stretched too far. However his increasingly complicated life spirals out of control. Despite the implausible plot the film has a strong cast and is well acted. An unconvincing twist awaits you at the end. 5/10 EXTERMINATING ANGELS (THE) 2006 Sexual fantasy. French film with sub titles. A middle aged man lets his fantasies run wild and makes a film watching lots of nubile young girls masturbate and voice their hidden desires! There is a surreal and parallel universe twilight zone dimension to the film that is never fully explained. The story ends in tears. It succeeds in being mildly erotic in parts. Watchable adequate film but no more than that. 4/10 FACTORY GIRL 2006 Drama set in the second half of the 1960s based on the real life story of Edie Sedgwick the beautiful young girlfriend of Andy Warhol. Edie captivates Warhol at first and quickly starts appearing in his films and at his parties / orgies. Sadly Edie gradually descends into oblivion as her drug habit introduced by Warhol causes her to self destruct. Despite coming from a wealthy family she is disowned by her parents and becomes penniless and Warhol loses interest in her and moves on to another girl. Warhol is portrayed as being intensely disloyal. Within just 5 years she is dead at just 28. I quite liked this ultimately sad movie and found it watchable although it has many faults. It reminded me of the 'The Blackout'. 6/10 FASCINATION (1979) Horror. French film with sub titles. Extremely bizarre story of a group of vampire women who hold a ritual in a castle dressed only in net curtains and sacrifice a male guest who is a thief on the run. I imagine he would have welcomed any means of escaping this film including being carved up and drunk. Lots of blood, nudity and sex but the acting is appalling and the film as a whole is COMPLETE RUBBISH. 2/10 FASCINATION (2005) An unerotic erotic thriller. I watched it because I thought it could not possibly be as bad as the reviews but it is! The acting is awful and the musical score embarrassing. The plot is preposterous. Is that enough to be going on with? Do not be tempted. Deffo rubbisho. 3/10 FATAL ATTRACTION 1987 erotic thriller. Cannot believe that this film is now 25 years old. It has aged so well. Still a standard setting classic of the erotic thriller genre. The bunny boiling scene is of course iconic in the movie world. Michael Douglas is superb with his hunted rabbit in the headlights expressions. A classic film that everyone should see but is there anyone who has not seen it yet? Surprised that this predates Basic Instinct by 5 years. Tense and captivating from start to finish. 9/10 FIFTY SHADES OF GREY 2015 Mildly erotic drama. This very popular film appeals especially to women and is based on the record breaking book. Many women who enjoyed the books and are intrigued and titillated by the fantasy notions of this story will rate it 10. However this film is not erotic and is extremely tame. If anything it is more of a romance. The female lead is excellent and very credible. What is less credible is the notion that any woman would be willing to engage in being submissive and dominated by a rich man without all the trappings of being spoilt and lavished in between times when they are not playing. I gather that this will be put to rights and the relationship will be more balanced and plausible in the sequel. After all the hype I was disappointed. 5/10 FILTH 2013 Tragi-comedy. Very weird bizarre surreal drama about an ambitious Scottish Detective who is trying secure a promotion and desperately scheming to eliminate all the competition. An outrageous film in which the detective's world descends into a frenzy of alcohol, sex, drugs and violence. Not for the feint hearted or easily offended. More shocking, irreverent and sordid than funny. Some people will love this film but it was not my cup of tea. Great cast though and a very appropriate title. I was sort of wondering what was the point really as it is not funny and the entertainment value is only in its outrageousness. 5/10 FINGERSMITH 2005 Period drama set in 19th century. BBC series. An unusual and original plot with more twists than a game of pontoon. Very good acting and casting, It is long (180 mins) but is well worth the effort. It gets better and more intriguing as it progresses. There is a lesbian relationship tastefully and credibly done. A very good drama of betrayal, love, greed, wealth, poverty, and a gigantic scam. This film has it all. I was surprised that I was not aware of this when it was on TV. 8/10 FISH TANK 2009 Drama. Bleak gritty portrayal of the lives of a very young single mother and her two daughters the oldest of whom is 15 in a grim tower block in an east London sink estate. Depressing and sadly extremely realistic view of people living hopeless lives. The mother's boyfriend also turns his attention on the daughter with predictably disastrous results. A compelling watch. 7/10 FLAME & CITRON 2009 WW 2 Drama based on true story about the Danish resistance in 1944 set in Copenhagen. Sub titles. I agree that it is a bit long but it is definitely watchable. Has some similarities to The Black Book so if you liked that then this may be for you. Good in the sense that you are never sure who are the goodies and baddies just like the real situation. The relationship between one of the resistance fighters and a glamorous seductress is intriguing as you are never sure which side she is on. 7/10 FORBIDDEN 2002 soft porn love story. Most low budget soft porn films of this genre are absolutely dire rubbish. But this one is watchable and a cut above. Yes there is oodles of sex and nudity but the four main characters can actually act which is unusual and in particular Renee Rea the lead female is very credible and likeable. OK as a late night titillating easy watch. 5/10 FRIGHTENED WOMAN (THE) 1969 Italian erotic thriller fantasy dubbed in English. Weird, surreal, bizarre story where the director indulges his sexual fantasies. Briefly a wealthy narcissistic male supremacy psychopath tortures his female victim slaves. Dated, stylised 1960s fare, with the usual horrendous intrusive soundtrack. Memorable only for the iconic amphicar which makes an appearance. Whatever happened to them? Watchable but have a magazine handy to keep you fully occupied! 4/10 FRIVOLOUS LOLA (18) 1998 Absolute rubbish sex film. Unwatchable. It beat me and I turned if off. Low budget soft porn. Do not be tempted. 1/10 GENERAL'S DAUGHTER (THE) 1999 John Travolta. A US army general's popular daughter (herself a captain) is found raped and murdered. Travolta investigates and uncovers a shocking major scandal. It is a little contrived but is a very good action drama / thriller. 7/10 GIRL FROM NOWHERE (THE) 2012 Drama. French film with sub titles. A massively pretentious offering from France which apparently won some award at the Locano Film Festival whatever that is. The film is so up itself it is hard to believe it was made so recently. An absolutely huge ageing male lead (you will need to watch in widescreen) plays a lonely intellectual reclusive widower author. He takes a troubled young attractive seductive girl under his wing and she moves in with him. Yes dream on. And then the film meanders between being a highly amateur confusing dalliance with the paranormal-the girl has apparently attracted evil spirits into the flat- and a amateur psychology pretentious discussion about the reasons why human beings thirst for delusion to relieve them from the desolation of life. Urrrgh! 3/10 GIRL IN THE CAFÉ (THE) 2005 Romantic drama. OK not the best film ever and not Richard Curtis' best film either but definitely watchable. The two lead roles are superb (Bill Nighy and Kelly MacDonald) and it is a low key gentle pleasant innocuous meander of a story. Two lonely souls sort of drift together for a while and a little connection and love is briefly found before their lives diverge again. It is wrong to describe the relationship as a whirlwind romance-more a gentle drifting together of two awkward lonely people. It is sensitively handled and I liked it. 7/10 GUILTY OF ROMANCE 2011 Erotic thriller. Macabre gruesome and highly explicit Japanese film with sub-titles. A bored, neglected young wife of a famous author approaching 30 takes to a life of modelling then prostitution to relieve her frustration. She forms a dangerous relationship with an older woman, who lectures at a university, but also lives a double life working as a prostitute at night. A grisly murder is discovered in a love hotel district of Tokyo and the police investigation leads to the two women. Loosely based on a real person. But the film is a study of depravity and will be too distasteful for most to tolerate. But for a few it will be watchable and better than most in this genre. 4/10 HAVOC 2005 Teen crime drama. A pair of rebellious rich teenage girls dabble with the gang scene in Los Angeles with tragic consequences. One of the girls (Allison) is played by a young Anne Hathaway who excels early in her career in this role. Allison and her friend are rich young white girls trying to be part of the hip-hop black thug gang scene. They get involved in drugs and engage in an initiation ceremony to join a black gang 'crew'. Afterwards the other girl falsely claims she was raped and unleashes some tragic reprisals between the two gangs. A convincing social commentary with some depth. 5/10 HENRY AND JUNE 1990 Erotic biographical drama about the controversial American author Henry Miller and his wife June and their multiple relationships with their friends Anais and her husband. There is a fair sprinkling of erotica but this film is nowhere near as steamy as its reputation suggests. It is an exploration of sexual awakening, liberation, and promiscuity in 1930's Bohemian Paris. It is a long film that sadly eventually becomes a tad boring. It is in the end disappointing as it starts so intriguingly and tantalisingly and promises so much, you think you are in for a real treat. But it does not succeed in maintaining this level of fascination and becomes a little repetitive and laboured. It remains a very good film, but unfortunately not a great one. 7/10 HIGH ART 1998 Lesbian Romantic Drama. A young editor, (Syd) meets an ageing troubled legendary photographer living in the flat above her and falls in love with her. She gradually abandons her boyfriend and instead forms an increasingly deep relationship with the photographer and finds herself part of a love triangle. She starts to spend more and more time in the flat about which seems to be filled with degenerates snorting heroin 24/7. It is like watching Friends but where the entire cast have a drug habit. There hardly seems to be any scenes where the characters are not constantly snorting heroin. Drug use and abuse so dominates the film that it just becomes depressing and irritating. This film has its fans who consider it to be a masterpiece. I thought it was average really. Beware it all ends in tears and tragedy. 5/10 HOMELAND SERIES 1 & 2 2012 TV war on terror based drama. Long running very successful Fox USA made TV series. Outstanding drama based on Islamic terrorism, Homeland security, CIA, double agents, with overlaid stories of sexual attraction, politics, and power. Every episode keeps you guessing. A world of mystery, suspense, and suspicion where nothing is as it seems. This series has everything, and is superbly scripted, cast and acted. The leading actress and actor, Clare Danes and Damian Lewis are a revelation and it is their highly charged and erotic relationship that justifies the inclusion in this collection of erotic films. TV drama does not get any better than this. Compulsive viewing. 10/10 HOMELAND SERIES 3 2013 TV war on terror based drama. Long running very successful Fox USA made TV series. Outstanding drama based on Islamic terrorism, Homeland security, CIA, double agents, with overlaid stories of sexual attraction, politics, and power. Every episode keeps you guessing. A world of mystery, suspense, and suspicion where nothing is as it seems. This series has everything, and is superbly scripted, cast and acted. The leading actress and actor, Clare Danes and Damian Lewis are a revelation and it is their highly charged and erotic relationship that justifies the inclusion in this collection of erotic films. TV drama does not get any better than this. Series 1 and 2 were so excellent that they were inevitably hard to follow, and indeed Series 2 ended in a situation where I do not think a third series was intended, However they came up with extensions to the original series and have succeeded in delivering another great series. The first few episodes and very good but the plot is somewhat improbable and contrived. However the third series does improve as it progresses and by the end the outstanding standard has been repeated. Compulsive viewing. 10/10 HOT SPOT (THE) 1990 Erotic Thriller made in the golden age of this genre. Beautifully dated cars and steaming tense encounters. far from the best and not in the class of Body Heat but never the less watchable if you like this genre. Another poor super stud eaten alive by his female prey. Good example of this type of film and directed by Dennis Hopper. 6/10 I CAPTURE THE CASTLE 2003 Drama. Coming of age drama about two teenage sisters finding their sexuality in a plot similar to Pride and Prejudice set in the 1930s. An impoverished family of two sisters and a younger brother see an opportunity to possibly marry their daughters off to wealthy brothers from the USA who move into the mansion next door. Bill Nighy plays the eccentric father who is a famous author but suffering from writers block. It is a sensitively done watchable romantic drama. Billed as a comedy but I would not describe it as that. 6/10 IMAGINE ME AND YOU 2006 Rom Com. OK so it's not the best film you'll ever see-it's a so so movie. Watchable, funny in parts. It has a very strong cast, and is a sort of second rate Notting hill. It's a bit different in that the ROM Com theme is a lesbian romance for a change. I quite enjoyed it but it is just cheesy light entertainment-nothing more. Can't believe some of the 10/10 ratings on Amazon though-what would they give Notting Hill then on that basis??? 5/10 IMPULSE 2008 erotic thriller. Low quality erotic thriller but not as bad as some and just about watchable at a push if you like this genre. You will need however to swallow the plot line which takes some doing as it relies on the wife not being able to tell who is her real husband between the genuine article and an imposter who looks similar and she unknowingly has an affair with the imposter!! The explanation is that she thinks her real husband is also pretending to be the imposter as a sort of sex game to spice up their relationship!! Yeh and the wife cannot tell the difference between the two men! Sounds bad but I did get through it and I've seen worse. 4/10 IN A DARK PLACE 2006 Horror thriller. A young school teacher takes a job as a nanny in a remote mansion looking after a wayward boy and his sister who are orphans. Strange events occur involving apparently ghosts and the story is just plain weird. There are several attempts to overlay an erotic sexual layer and in particular between the nanny and the female house manager, with some seemingly out of place nudity thrown in. Basically the film does not know what it is trying to be and is muddled and confused and disjointed. The ending is deliberately inconclusive and mystifying presumably to try to rescue the film with some further mystery at the final hour. You will not know what has gone on at the end of the film. There were some occasional moments of quality and suspense so the film does scrape a 3. Could have been so much better. 3/10 IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE 2000 Drama. Two spouses who are neighbours form a relationship united by the common bond that both their partners are having an affair. The only thing you'll be in the mood for is sleeping. It sent me off fairly rapidly. It is just so slow and mundane and ordinary and boring. Obviously I must be missing something as there are so many enthusiastic reviews but I fear that this may be pseudo intellectuals enthusing over something esoteric knowing that ordinary movie watchers will not get it. Well I certainly did not get it. There is no passion, no romance and certainly nothing steamy. There is no anything actually. Chinese with Sub-titles. 2/10 IN THE REALM OF THE SENSES 1976 Japanese erotic drama based on true story set in 1936. Sub titles. Contains copious quantities of explicit sex. Girl becomes obsessed with her older married lover and seeks to possess him. Bizarre ending. Alternative watchable viewing for the open minded. Average. 5/10 INDECENT PROPOSAL 1993 Obviously the basic storyline is preposterous but if you can ignore that it is a very interesting conundrum that would test most couples. I like this film and have watched it many times because I think they made a very good fist of giving credibility to a highly fanciful and unlikely story. Demi Moore is good in this-wasn't she so much better in her early days, and Redford is superb as always. It is in the end a touching romantic drama with a plot that is a bit different. Yes there are some naff bits but this film is definitely worth watching and an enjoyable light experience. 7/10 INTIMATE OBSESSION 1992 very very soft porn routine erotic thriller except that it is neither thrilling or erotic. Feels like a low budget TV movie. A bored housewife has a steamy relationship. A poor imitation of Body Heat. Poor acting and an unconvincing contrived plot. Don't bother. 3/10 INTIMATE RELATIONS (1996) Black comedy. Set in the 1950s a young ex sailor (Harold) moves into lodgings with a frustrated middle-aged land lady and her precocious Lolita daughter. The land lady quickly seduces Harold, followed a little later by the daughter. A dark comedy farce develops which fully exploits the tangled web to the full. But the acting is always straight and never slap stick. The pressure mounts on Harold as the demands of the two females become too much to handle. The film is produced in the date style and with a musical sound track typical of the era. Quite well acted, and obviously very contrived but achieves its aim of being watchable and amusing light entertainment. Macabre ending though. Average. 5/10 INTIMATE STRANGERS 2003 Drama. Absolutely typical French film i.e. understated, pretentious, ponderous and nothing happens. It has the musical score of a great erotic thriller like Body Heat or Basic Instinct but the music does not fit the film in which there is no action whatsoever and it is extremely hard to stay awake. Even the title of this film promises something that it does not deliver. The entire premise of the story is extremely contrived and unbelievable anyway but I could forgive that if there was subsequently some point to it but at the end you cannot help but conclude it is a waste of time. Sub titles 4/10 IRINA PALM 2007\. Low budget dour but credible story about doormat Grandmother who desperate to raise funds for medical treatment for her sick grandson goes to work in the Soho sex industry. Feels like a TV drama. It is a very well acted film especially Marianne Faithfull as a middle aged frump. But I loved her back in the 1960s and prefer to remember her as she was! This is not a porno film although should be an 18 and not a 15 due to the amount of time spent portraying Maggi (Faithfull) working. Not a particularly enjoyable film but definitely watchable. 6/10 IRRESISTIBLE 2006Drama. Psychological thriller. Low budget movie but with excellent cast i.e. Sam Neil, Susan Sarandon and Emily Blunt. I had to watch this film twice to properly appreciate it. The film is worth staying with because it gets better as it progresses and keeps you guessing, and ends with a surprising twist. You think it is the standard married man has affair with gorgeous young assistant but it is not, and features a series of events which cause the wife to question her sanity. Average. 5/10 ISLE (THE) 2000 Korean drama with sub titles although unusually there is almost no dialogue. A surreal story that is very weird and alternative. The plot is about an attractive young apparently mute girl who manages a very remote fishing resort where the guests each live in isolated floating detached huts on a large lake. I think perhaps the deeper meaning of the film is the isolation of the individual. But what transpires is a slow, gory story of love, lust, murder and self mutilation (by swallowing bunches of fish hooks would you believe). I am not sure if this film is genius or rubbish but it will not appeal to most, and is not for the squeamish. On the positive side the photography is stunningly beautiful, and there is something intriguing about this film that keeps you watching to the end. Unfortunately what actually happens at the end is equally unclear but also has some esoteric double meaning. 4/10 JACK AND DIANE 2012 Horror lesbian teen drama. A confusing and extremely weird teenage coming of age lesbian love story drama in which there is a suggestion that actually one or perhaps both of the main characters are werewolves! i kid you not! Extremely disjointed and unconvincing in every way. There is the usual girl meets girl, girl lose girl routine, but the relationship is so unconvincing with minimal meaningful dialogue that you will not care. Many seemingly unconnected plot strands are tossed in in a vain attempt to give the movie some weight but it just rubbish. I did not make it to the end. 2/10 JADE 1995\. Appallingly bad erotic thriller. Totally implausible. First victim was apparently blackmailing the state governor. I never did understand whodunit but by the time you get to the end of this you don't care! 3/10 JULIA (1974) Erotic drama. There are many films with the title Julia. This is the one starring Silvia Kristel released in 1974. A poor soft porn drama. Excruciatingly badly acted in parts. Italian film badly dubbed in English. Extremely dated 1970s style. Not the slightest bit erotic-just ridiculous. Poorly transferred to DVD and unfocussed. 2/10 JUST ANOTHER LOVE STORY 2008 Thriller / Romance. I did not enjoy this film but I did make it all the way to the end. It is Danish with sub titles but that does not put me off as you cannot really afford to exclude all foreign films. Yes it is a similar plot to While You were Sleeping but to me somehow this version was not remotely credible. Happy family man with a good job, loving wife and two children he adores walks out and pretends to be boyfriend of woman who has horrendous car crash and is crippled and disfigured and clearly extremely emotionally disturbed? Takes a lot of swallowing. And trust me the plot gets even more absurd when the real boyfriend reappears. It has a lot of graphic violence and sex all of which are well done but not well enough to rescue the ridiculous plot. Sorry but it's a thumbs down from me. 3/10 KELLY AND VICTOR 2012 Love story drama made by an Irish/Welsh collaboration and set in Liverpool. A dark and shocking story about a young couple who meet and quickly form an obsessive sexual bond which escalates into dangerous games involving asphyxiation and mutilation. An 18 rated production with much explicit deviant sex so will not appeal to many and you will need a strong stomach and an interest in such deviation to watch it through. Actually well acted and scripted and very credible and watchable but only if you are interested in such things. 6/10 KIDS ARE ALRIGHT (THE) 2010 Family Drama. A thoroughly modern romantic comedy from the top drawer. Superbly scripted and acted from start to finish. A perfect film that bravely tackles the social issues of a modern lesbian married couple with two teenage children. It brilliantly examines the issues and challenges facing all of the characters and looks at all of the relationships within the family group. It is original, deep, touching, amusing, thought provoking and profound. It will make you laugh and cry and entertain you along the way. Annette Benning and Julian Moore star. A straight ten. 10/10 KILLING ME SOFTLY 2002\. Highly implausible soft porn erotic thriller turkey. Joseph Fiennes at his most enigmatic monosyllabic and unfathomable supposedly male hunk. The plot is completely absurd, and the icing on the cake is when they supposedly go mountaineering on their wedding day as their reception! The twist at the end is laughable. Impossible to take this film seriously. Don't try the bondage at home! 3/10 KIND OF LOVING (A) 1962\. Landmark iconic film set in the industrial north but was life really as grim as that in 1960? Depicts the stilted awkward mf relationships and the social taboos and prejudice of the time. Young couple who hardly know each other and have little in common have to get married when she falls pregnant after just one cringe making encounter. Love dies quickly when they have to live with her mother (Thora Hird) in the girls home. Makes you glad those days are over and celebrate how much more honest, healthy, real and mature young people's relationships are today. B/W. Shocking. 7/10 KISS ME (KYSS MIG) 2011 Lesbian romantic drama. Swedish film with sub-titles popular within the lesbian community for its authenticity. In this touching story an engaged woman in her thirties falls in love with her step sister and the new couple go through all the pain and struggle to dismantle their previous lives to build a new life together. It is well scripted and acted and much better than the average offering in this genre. It is honest, sensitive, subtle, romantic, and credible. There is some girl on girl action but it is not gratuitous and this film's real quality is the careful and gentleness with which they portray the initial attraction, seduction, and realism of the romantic affair that ensues. It is a film about being rave enough to follow your heart and dreams and be yourself. 8/10 KISSING A DREAM 1996 Erotic Thriller- Not!. I did watch the entire film but only because I was on a flight and it would have been difficult to change the film on my DVD player. Soft porn rubbish based on a sort of reverse Fatal Attraction i.e. the baddie is a man. The wardrobe budget for this film must have been less than a fiver because the entire cast are naked most of the time and any combination of the characters will do for a random coupling as a side show from the main plot. There is wall to wall sex but it is not the slightest bit erotic or a thriller. Do not rent this film -it is awful. 3/10 LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER 1981\. French with sub titles 168 minutes! Like watching paint dry. No idea why it's an 18. Disappointing. Adequate at best. Nothing to excite though and dull. 4/10 LADY OF THE NIGHT 1985 Erotic Thriller. Extremely dated supposedly erotic thriller but just plain awful. Italian made and badly dubbed in America accents. Sub-titles might have been better. Diabolical wooden stilted acting. Regarded by some as an 80s erotic classic? OMG. Much simulated action usually between a fully dressed male and the totally naked female lead character. But it is just so bad it is unwatchable. I last about 20 mins! Rubbish. 1/10 LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT (THE) (2009). Low budget gruesome thriller. A couple avenge the rape and attempted murder of their daughter in their vacation home. Extremely violent and graphic. Not for the squeamish. Of no real merit. 3/10 LAST NIGHT (2010) Romantic drama. Very under film which analyses love, relationships and temptation. Well acted (Kiera Knightley is excellent), good script, and very credible. Very sensitively handled and touching. Does not deserve the bad reviews. Some people just don't like subtle slow stories. 8/10 LAST RESORT 2000 Low budget BBC film in Mike Leigh slow burn style. Pretty young Russian single mother jilted by the man she thought she was meeting in UK seeks asylum and is placed in Margate where she falls for bingo caller after someone tries to recruit her into soft porn. Its watchable but low key and uneventful and is essentially a story about loneliness and hopelessness and low expectations. 4/10 LAST SEDUCTION (THE) 1994 Erotic thriller drama. Not as good as I remembered it. Horrendous dated musical soundtrack. Average thriller plot about man eating bitch. 5/10 LAST SEDUCTION II (THE) 1999 Erotic thriller. Sequel to the 1994 original. A lower budget straight to DVD offering that continues the story in Barcelona. Same man eating bitch. Not as good as the original with some dodgy acting by the male lead (victim). Still very much a typical dated 1990s style erotic thriller, and watchable, but adequate at best. 4/10 LAST TANGO IN PARIS 1972 Classic erotic drama. Was innovative, controversial, and shocking at the time, but now very dated. By modern taste it is now heavily of the late 196 |
0s with a pretentious, self indulgent, arty farty style. It has not stood the test of time and seems overrated and over long at over 2 hours. It is slow and boring in parts and you may find yourself reaching for the fast forward. Yes it contains the infamous butter scene but that is not enough to save it. Heavily based around a brooding, moody, enigmatic, taciturn Marlon Brando. 4/10 LEAVING (2009). Kristin Scott Thomas, French with sub-titles. Rich married woman in South of France is bored and falls in love with builder who is working on her house. She is engulfed by passion and cannot live without him and it all ends in tears and tragedy. KST lifts it from a 5 to a 6/10. LEMMING (THE 2005) French thriller with sub-titles. I enjoyed this more than I do most French films and it started well and I was hopeful that I would be able to recommend it as an intriguing love triangle thriller. But sadly I can't because the further into it you get the more weird and surreal it becomes and at the end you will not know what actually happened, and what was dreamt or hallucinated. It is just too strange and I would not bother with it. It is not worth all those sub-titles! 5/10 LES VALSEUSES 1974 Erotic drama. Unusual film that grows on you. 1974 but actually feels much more like 1968 swinging 60s sexual liberation era in the mould of Easy Rider and Zabrieski Point. Two petty criminal anarchic wasters go on an aimless odyssey through France stealing cars and picking up women. However their relationship with one young girl in particular who becomes a common thread throughout the story gives the film greater depth and appeal. French with sub titles but it is much faster moving than most French films and I enjoyed it more than most French films. This is an under rated and fairly unknown film of some merit and originality from the 1970s. It is described as a comedy but it is darker and more menacing than that. 7/10 LIE WITH ME (2004) Crime suspense thriller. Made for TV (Granada) British low budget film. Similar in style to a Prime Suspect production. Watchable with a reasonable plot involving sex and drugs. Things get complicated when rape victim falls for the investigating detective. A bit long with some padding out that is irrelevant to the story. Some horrendous gaffs in continuity. Average. Beware there is another film with the same title released in 2005 and thus is easy to confuse. This later film is a mediocre soft porn drama best avoided. 5/10 LIE WITH ME (2005). Soft core porno about couple who only wanted casual sex but fall in love. Fails to develop the characters and provides no credible basis to the relationship other than sex. 5/10 LIKE CRAZY 2011 Romantic drama about a young couple who meet at university in Los Angeles and fall madly in love. At the end of their studies the girl who is from the UK violates her US visa conditions and falls out with the US immigration authorities. This is then followed by years of trying to conduct their relationship at long distance as they are prevented from living in the same country. Eventually they get married to try to solve their problems but by then they have both grown up a bit and met other partners. They do get back together but the end is a bit weak and inconclusive suggesting that perhaps they both now yearn for the alternative lives they have built with other partners. It is an innocuous well acted and touching romantic drama and better than you might expect. Actually quite good. 6/10 LIKE WATER FOR CHOCOLATE 1992 Romantic Comedy. South American film in Spanish with sub-titles. Yarn about a young woman (Tita) prevented from marrying as she has to look after her controlling mother until she dies. Set in the late 19th century. Her lover marries her sister instead so he can stay close to Tita. Not credible, and not amusing. Long and tedious with intricate details about cooking recipes! 3/10 LITTLE CHILDREN 2006 drama. Actually this serious story is about parents rather than children, but maybe about how we all stay children underneath. A great thought provoking film with depth dealing with sensitive issues (including paedophilia) and situations in human relationships and life. Two or three threads are interwoven with great dexterity. The central plot concerns a touching inter marital love affair between a mother superbly acted by Kate Winslet and another Dad. The film has a brilliant cast, and is well scripted and acted. An under rated film that I am surprised is not better known. 8/10 LOOK OF LOVE (THE) 2013 Drama. Dramatization of the life of Paul Raymond. OK but it could have been better, but is very watchable and pretty good. Steve Coogan does a good job of playing Raymond, and the film develops the sad story of his tragic relationship with the daughter than he idolizes. 7/10 LOST & DELIRIOUS 2001 Gay /Lesbian drama. Touching drama about two teenage lesbian lovers, and their roommate in a girls' boarding school in the USA. Trauma follows when one of the lovers gets a boyfriend and dumps the other girl who then has a breakdown with disturbing results. It is well acted and sensitively handled. This film is a cut above and deeper than the usual titillating fantasy rubbish about girls boarding schools and is much more than just a girl on girl romp. Watchable. 6/10 LOST IN TRANSLATION 2003 Romantic drama. Pleasant credible drama set in Tokyo. An unlikely friendship, and romance develops between an American middle aged famous actor working in the city, and the newly married American young wife of a photographer who is abandoned for a few days by her husband who is also away working. The fun that the actor has away from his humdrum life back home, and the romantic liaison causes him to start questioning his life. Well cast and acted, with credible chemistry between the unlikely couple. Keeps you guessing how it will end. Great performance by Scarlett Johansson that launched her career. 7/10 LOST RIVER 2014 Thriller /horror movie. Directed by Ryan Gosling. Strange story about a single mother and her teenage son and daughter who are living in a remote town in the US where a river and a town have been lost beneath a reservoir. There is a fabled curse on the area from some unresolved issues lying at the bottom of the reservoir. The mother takes a job performing in a bizarre and dubious horror theatre with sexual overtones. An average film with bit of a mix of plot lines as often happens with horror films to build suspense but watchable. 5/10 LOT LIKE LOVE (A) 2005 Formulaic repetitive frustrating romance. Amanda Peet is good in this and almost saves the day but the plot is just too unrealistic and frustrating. By the time the plot reaches an outcome you are past caring. Would be a better film if they took out 20 minutes. 5/10 LOVE AND OTHER IMPOSSIBLE PURSUITS 2011 Also known as The Other Woman. Drama. Natalie Portman. Young woman tackles a raft of sensitive and heavy issues e. g. a marriage breaking affair, a baby that dies suddenly for which she feels responsible, the wrath of first wife, a precocious stepson, divorced parents, unfaithful father, all in short order. A thought provoking film, and credible, but emotionally draining. A sad film of end to end battles, disappointments and emotional challenges. Definitely not a happy movie to watch. This film is billed as a comedy-be warned it is absolutely not a comedy. 7/10 LOVE CRIME (2010) Drama thriller. French film with sub titles starring Kristin Scott Thomas. KST plays a manipulating game playing super bitch boss from hell who systematically tries to destroy and humiliate an up and coming high flying female executive who works for her but threatens to out shine her. A good plot in which things get out of control and turn sinister. A watchable well acted good thriller with some twists and turns. The script is dodgy in places but possibly it was lost in translation. 6/10 LOVE EXCHANGE 2001 soft porn. Do not watch this movie. It is complete rubbish. It is supposed to be soft porn but is just boring and repetitive. It consists of nothing but a continual series of unerotic boring simulated encounters between all the characters in every possible combination with appalling acting and a stupid story. 2/10 LOVE RANCH 2010 Drama. Film based on a true story set in the late 1970s in Nevada's first legalized and very successful brothel. The ranch is run by strong but long suffering wife played by Helen Mirren who is married to an objectionable and unpleasant philanderer Charlie. He decides to broaden his business interests by taking on a heavy weight prize fighter with a view to having a pop at the world championship. But events take an unexpected turn when an unlikely love triangle develops with his wife with explosive results. Watchable but barely adequate film despite Mirren's best efforts to save the day. The best aspects are the American cars and the scenery. 4/10 LOVEWRECKED 2005 Teen film. Light and shallow teen RomCom but if you watch it for what it is the plot is actually quite amusing. Superstar is marooned on a desert island with one of his obsessed fans (or so he thinks). 4/10 LOVING ANNABELLE 2006\. Teenage girl with high profile political parents in USA joins new posh boarding school in USA and falls in love with female teacher. A lesbian relationship ensues which is destined to end in tears. Sympathetically and credibly handled. TV movie feel. Average watchable film. Weak ending. 5/10 LOWER CITY 2005 Steamy sexual drama about two low life youths who form a love triangle with a young prostitute. At first it works but increasingly the boys become unwilling to share her. The film depicts a harsh life living in poverty and where violence is never far away. The film is reasonably well acted, but is somewhat disjointed, and has a disappointingly weak and inconclusive ending. A watchable film throughout though. Brazilian film in Spanish with sub titles. 5/10 LUCKY ONE (THE) 2012.Romantic drama about a US Iraq war veteran who returns to the USA and goes to work for a woman whose lost photograph he found in battle. Gradually they form a relationship. Yes it's a cheesy chick flick but it is sensitively done and makes for a sweet predictable pleasant romantic drama. It is reasonably well acted and very watchable.7/10 LUST, CAUTION 2007 Chinese film. Unusual theme of Chinese resistance against the Japanese in WWII. A young girl from the resistance forms a very dangerous relationship with a senior Chinese collaborator with the aim of arranging his execution. The heroin inevitably forms an emotional attachment to her intended victim. Very explicit sex. Chinese speech throughout with English sub titles which at times are too quick to read. Over 2 and a half hours long. I quite liked it. 6/10 MA MERE 2004 Drama. Controversial French film with sub titles. A unique film in terms of the subject that it addresses (incest), that will offend most people. A young,sexy, and promiscuous mother initiates her 17 year old son into her sexual, and emotionally dangerous high jinx. Initially everyone has fun but the boy increasingly becomes confused, obsessed, and infatuated with his mother leading to a disastrous, shocking, and highly disturbing ending. This film would be unwatchable by all but the most broad minded viewer, but is certainly different, and actually well acted. 6/10 MADAME BOVARY (2000) BBC film based on French novel about woman who marries a doctor but is unfulfilled and bored. She embarks on a string of passionate affairs and runs up debts and it all ends in tears. A bit slow and long. 6/10 MAN UP 2015 RomCom. An excellent and thoroughly modern comedy romantic drama made by the superb performance of the female lead Lake Bell and the equally terrific male lead Simon Pegg. A truly modern comedy with an amazing script which absolutely captures modern British dating culture and etiquette (I say this without the practical experience of course!) A brilliantly amusing and entertaining film.9/10 MARGARITA (2013) Lesbian romance. Drama about a young lesbian Mexican nanny who is a domestic goddess upon whom her employing family rely for everything. A spanner is thrown in the works when the family decide that behind their wealthy facade they are broke and the nanny has to go. All hell breaks loose without her and predictably they realise they cannot do without her. Against this backdrop, the nanny has an on-off relationship with the girl she loves whilst simultaneously fending off various male suitors. A love-conquers-all feel good light romantic comedy. Watchable. 4/10 MARIA'S LOVERS 1984 Romantic Drama. US soldier returns from horrors of fighting Japanese in WW II. Marries his childhood sweetheart but cannot consummate the marriage. OK in parts but much poor script and poor acting. The title is misleading-this is no steamy romp. 4/10 MARINE STORY (A) 2010 Lesbian drama. A reasonable adequate low budget film based on true events that attempts to make a serious point about the US military policy of discharging female officers discovered to be gay. The woman mysteriously returns home unexpectedly from what should have been a long and distinguished career to the surprise of her friend and family. The story concentrates on her new civilian life after having fought in Iraq. She devotes herself to preparing a young wayward rebellious girl to be ready to apply for the military herself. A watchable but fairly unremarkable film. 4/10 MARTYRS 2008 Horror thriller drama. French / Canadian movie in French with sub-titles. This is the daddy of sick, macabre, brutal torture movies. Scantily- clad nubile young girls are imprisoned for years on end in isolation and abused and degraded in the basement of this horror house. It portrays the gruesome extremes of cruelty and sadism in as graphic form as any film before it. There is enough blood and terror and violence to satisfy anyone's appetite. It is a terror porn movie. Thankfully much of the worst scenes are shot in the dark! But there is a plot and later in the movie the reason for all this will be revealed and it will surprise you. Not one to watch with your granny! 5/10 MASTERS OF SEX SERIES 1 2013 Season 1, 12 episodes, romantic made for TV drama. Story set in 1956 based on true events about the pioneering study work of sex therapist Bill Masters in a US hospital. However this is no serious docudrama. This is wall to wall hot romp and a literally hot bed of affairs, and relationships and emotional human behaviour writ large. There is much sexual activity in this production although all carefully cut and sanitised to make it suitable for US television. What make this particularly appealing is the high quality of the individual acting performances, the script, the rare and fascinating subject matter, and the intriguing characters. The two main leads, Michael Sheen and Lizzy Caplan are just exquisite. As a bonus you get the fantastic and lavish 1950s sets, wardrobes and fabulous cars. You will either find this very repetitive and boring, or you will love it. Personally I am in the latter category. 9/10 MASTERS OF SEX SERIES 2 2014 Season 2, 12 episodes, romantic made for TV drama. Story set in early 1960s based on true events about the pioneering study work of sex therapist Bill Masters in a US hospital. However this is no serious docudrama. This is wall to wall hot romp and a literally hot bed of affairs, and relationships and emotional human behaviour writ large. There is much sexual activity in this production although all carefully cut and sanitised to make it suitable for US television. What make this particularly appealing is the high quality of the individual acting performances, the script, the rare and fascinating subject matter, and the intriguing characters. The two main leads, Michael Sheen and Lizzy Caplan are just exquisite. As a bonus you get the fantastic and lavish 1950s sets, wardrobes and fabulous cars. You will either find this very repetitive and boring, or you will love it. Personally I am in the latter category. Series 2 is every bit as good as Series 1. 9/10 ME WITHOUT YOU 2002 Drama. Interesting story about two female childhood friends who form a close bond that endures through their adult lives. But this film attempts to really examine the realities of such a close friendship between the women and how it is not always a positive or healthy thing due to how they often make each other feel. Their relationship is particularly tested when they both fall for and sleep with the same lecturer at university, and also by the love between one of the girls and the other's brother. Eventually, thirty years later, things kind of get sorted out, and there is as close to a happy ending as you'll ever get but mainly due to them becoming weary and pragmatic from the realities and compromises of life. Better than most films of this genre. 6/10 MON AMOUR 1997 Soft porn. Very sexually explicit story about wife nymphomaniac. Italian film with sub titles. Minimal plot, tasteless gratuitous nudity and poorly acted. Italia Rubbishimo. 3/10 MY SUMMER OF LOVE 2004 love drama (Lesbian). Two 16 girls from different ends of the social spectrum enjoy a summer friendship in a Yorkshire village and growing intimacy. The love between them is sensitively handled and there is a detailed and credible observation of how they bridge the gulf of affluence and education. It is a touching story well acted. 7/10 NAKED 1993 Drama. Typical hard hitting Mike Leigh film about low life, and abuse of women. Violence, rape, drugs, hopelessness. Bleak, depressing, moving, but a very good film. 7/10 NATHALIE 2003 French film with sub titles. A wife sets up her serial philandering husband with a prostitute and then forms a friendship with the prostitute herself in order to hear about the encounters. Typical slow, ponderous and pedantic and pretentious French film. Unnecessarily long and strung out. Not even particularly erotic. 4/10 NELLY AND MR. ARNAUD 1995 Romantic drama. A subtle French film with sub titles about love and relationships. I liked it although not as much as many other reviewers apparently. It is a typical French film, i.e. slow and ponderous and lengthy but better than many French films due to the excellent acting and credible characters. It is a low key slow burning observation of human behaviour without much action. Watchable but could be a bit uneventful for many. 6/10 NINE AND A HALF WEEKS 1985 Erotic drama. Kim Bassinger. Shame-this iconic erotic film has not aged well. No longer warrants an 18 as you will see more explicit sex on regular TV nowadays. Kim Bassinger is superb and saves the film and really carries off well her insane obsession and infatuation with the Mick Rourke character. She is totally credible. Alas Micky Rourke is not and has only one facial expression throughout the entire movies i.e. a supercilious smirk. He just looks a smug and self satisfied b*****d throughout. Not the sensation I remember but watchable. 6/10 NINE SONGS 2004 A poor soft porn and not so soft porn drama. Said to be the most sexually explicit film ever put on general release. Based on a rock star performing 9 songs in concert with each performance interspersed with an explicit sexual encounter with his girl friend. But it is not erotic, and the characters are not developed, there is no story, and almost no script. Don't bother. 2/10 NO STRINGS ATTACHED 2011 RomCom. All American modern romantic comedy based on the friends with benefits scenario. Two busy twenty somethings attempt to maintain a purely physical relationship of convenience. Of course the inevitable happens in this predictable storyline but actually the acting is not bad, with a great performance by Natalie Portman, and the script is modern and credible. The end product is entertaining with a nice happy slushy ending. More a chick flick for a wet afternoon but better than average and definitely watchable. 6/10 NOCE BLANCHE 1989 Romantic Drama. Typical French film-slow and ponderous but not as watching paint dry as some French films. A well worn plot- a Lolita charms and induces obsession in a middle aged married man. You know it will end in tears. It is not if but when. Why are French supposed heart throbs always dodgy looking, and overweight with paunches? It does succeed as a convincing love story and is touching, all the time knowing that it is all doomed like watching Titanic. There is some mild nudity but no explicit sex and of course it is sub titles. It is watchable but this is no Fatal Attraction or An Education. 6/10 NOT HERE TO BE LOVED 2005\. French with sub titles. Another French film that moves at a snail's pace and populated by repressed characters who cannot express their or show feelings. Two saddos meet at a Tango dance class, one of them supposed to be engaged. Almost nothing happens except the man's father dies. Like watching paint dry. So slow moving. I watched the second half twice in case I had fallen asleep the first time-but I hadn't! Fans of French films might be charitable and say it was a detailed observation of delicate nuances of relationships. Boring. 3/10 NOTEBOOK (THE) 2004 Romance. Ryan Gosling, Rachel McAdams set in 1940s and present day. This chick flick weepy deals with issues of dementia and a love affair between a couple from different social classes. Very well acted, and quite moving. Very watchable and thoroughly recommended. Only criticism is that it goes on for 10 mins too long and seems to have had an extra ending added which is super cheesy. 8/10 NOVO 2002 Erotic drama. French with sub-titles. Unusual film about a young man who has almost no memory retention and survives through making copious notes in a notebook. He does however enjoy a very active sex life, vividly recorded, with two very attractive women and every time is like the first time for him! The film starts weird enough but is watchable and entertaining. However as the film progresses it gets increasingly strange and surreal and incomprehensible as French films so often do. 4/10 NUDE NUNS WITH BIG GUNS 2010\. Trashy black comedy drama. Who would watch a film with such a title?!! I watched this as a joke and a dare by a friend. This film delivers exactly what it says on the tin ie continuous naked nuns and more and more guns as the film progresses- so at least it's true to its title! You are going to have to be extremely flexible and broad minded to get through this. Clearly it is a blasphemous, irreverent tongue in cheek offering aimed at sending up the Catholic Church. Not much plot except that one of the abused nuns gets a message from God to go on a killing spree and obliterate all the gangsters and prostitutes in the local, small town, especially those who have been habitually raping the nuns. Prolific nudity and extremely graphic violence. A good pick for Christmas Day to watch with your family and granny. 3/10 OBSESSED (2009) Low budget erotic thriller. Temp attempts to seduce corporate executive with increasingly extreme tactics. A third rate Fatal Attraction. Reasonable acting by main players lifts the rating. 4/10 ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE MIDLANDS 2002 Very good British comedy drama about a love triangle, funny, but sinister, characters are all wacky but credible. Very watchable and recommended. 7/10 ONE DAY 2012 Anne Hathaway. Romantic drama about the lives of 2 university graduates who meet on their last day at Uni and become best friends and maintain an in off relationship throughout their lives. He turns out to be a frustrating commitment phobe who tantalizes her with possible long term devotion but continually lets her down causing her to waste her life on him. Sad and highly credible. Love story about taking ones chances in life when they arise, and playing your cards when they are dealt to you. And it is absolutely about not messing about with, and taking for granted, the people who love you and deserve better. A superb and excellent film. 9/10 ONE MORE KISS 1999 Drama that has a dodgy script and with wooden acting. The story is disjointed and implausible with an unsuccessful attempt to overlay a couple of themes. The soundtrack is also embarrassing. The heroine who is terminally ill returns to Scotland from New York to pick up with a now married old flame, and also rekindle her troubled relationship with her father. Overall the film is just about adequate and watchable but no more than that. It tries to be very moving but the film is just not convincing enough to make you care and ends up just being cheesy. 4/10 OUT OF TIME 2004 Erotic Thriller. Police Chief seduced by clever mistress. Great plot. A very good film. 7/10 PAINTED VEIL (THE) 2006 Romantic Drama set in the 1920s that ends in tragedy. This is a very good film with depth and substance. The main characters are developed, and the film is beautifully crafted, and superbly exploits the Chinese stunning scenery and landscapes. Edward Norton is superb as the enigmatic, repressed, intellectual, do gooding, save the world micro biologist. Naomi Watts is equally superb as his spoilt, philandering, young gorgeous, frustrated wife, who grows in stature and maturity throughout the story to come to love, admire and respect her husband. It is mostly well paced, although perhaps a little slow in the middle of the film. Recommended. 7/10 PAPRIKA 1989 Erotic farce / fantasy about a young country girl who goes to work in a brothel in Italy. The film charts her rapid rise through the ranks as she gathers fame and fortune. Much nudity throughout, but the film fails to be anything in particular as it is not that funny, and the acting is too awful, and the plot too silly, for it to be taken seriously as a drama or erotic. In the end it is boring and repetitive. Directed by the supposed maestro of erotica, Tinto Brass. Italian film with sub-titles. 3/10 PASSION AND PREJUDICE (2001) Erotic drama. Made for American TV movie about a repressed university professor who after a life time of dedicating herself to her work takes in a young black day release prisoner to work on her house. Gradually she succumbs to temptation and a steamy relationships ensues. She gradually becomes increasingly obsessed and possessive with disastrous results when the prisoner is released and forms a relationship with a new girl friend of his own age. A good story but let down by poor acting and a plot that stretches credibility. 4/10 PASSION OF AYN RAND (THE) 1999 Drama. Lesser known interesting love triangle drama based on true story of the famous philosopher Ayn Rand and her relationship with a young married couple who are both mesmerized and infatuated by her. The story in the beginning is set in 1949 but the story runs through to 1977. Helen Mirren stars in this as the philosopher and delivers a great performance as a selfish, controlling, uncompromising intellectual. The Mirren character pushes and cajoles the young couple into marriage that is not right for them for her own amusement. Watchable. 7/10 PEACE, LOVE, MISUNDERSTANDING 2012 Comedy drama. Divorcing mother takes her 2 teenage children to stay at her own hippie mother's house in Woodstock. The grandmother's character is like Barbra Streisand's in Meet The Fockers. Actually quite a sweet film, with both teenagers and the mother finding love and solace in one form or another. Various prejudices and attitudes are challenged. Watchable. 6/10 PERFECT ENDING (A) 2012 Romantic lesbian romantic drama about an uptight socialite who finds the love of her life in a high priced female escort. They fall in love and there is much 12 rated passion. It sounds preposterous and it is. Also the film is punctuated by slow, arty farty artistic indulgent imagery, and the dialogue is hard to decipher above the over loud invasive musical score. Absolutely not erotic. It was a struggle to make it through to the end. Mediocre. 3/10 PERFECT LIFE 2010 Erotic teen drama. I really tried with this film and for a while thought it was better than the other reviews give it credit for. But it starts mediocre and goes downhill from there. It gets increasingly weird so in the end you do not know what is really happening and what is dreamt or imagined. It should be a simple story about two friends who are competing for the love of the same woman but the film just gets totally surreal. In the end I think it turned out that the two main characters had been dead for most of the film but I would not swear to that. Sienna Guilloy is gorgeous and there is some exciting scenes of youth, sex and drugs culture but in the end it is just too confusing and weird. Give it a miss I say. 4/10 PLACE BEYOND THE PINES (THE) 2012 Drama. Touching and emotional intelligent thriller in which Ryan Gosling brilliantly stars as a motor cycle stunt rider who turns to crime in an attempt to raise the cash to win back his former lover. The plot unfolds to become a story with depth and messages about class, opportunity and chance. A superb social commentary in the Crash mould which features prejudice, corruption, and the drugs culture. A film of two halves in which one story leads to another eighteen years later. Great cast, acting, direction and sound track. I do not understand some of the negative reviews. This an excellent and highly under rated film. 9/10 PLAIN DIRTY 2001\. Thriller. Set in an isolated remote poor community in the US. Strange tale of young girl with an abusive husband who has him murdered by her husband's simpleton assistant. Meanwhile she is having a fling with another man she believes to be her soul mate! The girls seems to become progressively dirtier and covered in mud throughout the film, and covered in blood and grazes. Just to make sure she is also speckled in blood from a goose she decapitated. Plain weird. 3/10 PLEASURE OR PAIN 2012 soft porn drama. Modern rendition of the well worn theme of dominant male who takes a young woman who is infatuated by him and leads her into a world of decadence and S & M. She only wants to be loved by him, but he on the other hand is only satisfied by abusing her and stretching her by subjecting her to a constant stream of sexual encounters well beyond her limits and comfort zone. It is actually better than most films of this genre and the acting is not such a disaster as is typical. Every bit as good as Fifty Shades if not better. It even has a real and significant ending when she can take no more and breaks. Much simulated gymnastics and nudity. Watchable if you like this sort of thing. 5/10 POET (THE) Erotic thriller. Awful film. Appallingly acted and rubbish script. Assassin supposedly falls for the sister of innocent young man that he has killed because he witnessed him killing the real target victim. The sister is the worst actress I have ever come across. Absolutely no idea why it is an 18. There is nothing erotic and no nudity. I gave up half way through. Rubbish! 2/10 POOR COW. British kitchen sink docudrama style which pre dates similarly themed Mike Leigh films. This was an attempt to bring the success of the TV game changer play Cathy Come Home to the big screen. In its day Poor Cow was shocking and ground breaking. Now sadly it appears very dated and poorly acted. Carol White as the lead really was not a great actress. The basic story is about a young promiscuous mother living in poverty with her husband in jail during the swinging 60s sexual revolution in London. The film tried to shock by portraying the new attitudes to sex. The film does not live up to its iconic reputation and by modern standards is watchable but only average. 5/10 POSSESSION (2002) love story drama. Underrated love story / period drama. Thoroughly recommend this. Gwyneth Paltrow is brilliant as ever. You get two parallel interleaved love story dramas, one in the present day, and one from the Victorian era (about a famous poet and his mistress) that the modern day characters are researching. Touching and pleasant drama although ultimately the period drama strand is a tragedy. Well acted by all. 8/10 POSSESSION (2009) Drama / thriller. A poor made for TV film with a totally ridiculous plot, poor script and weak acting. A freak car accident puts wife's husband and brother in law into comas. The brother in law wakes up first and thinks he is his brother-as does the wife! In a feat a human endurance I made it through to the end but strongly advise you not to bother. It is rubbish. 2/10 PRECIOUS. Shocking, hard hitting, story about an obese black American girl who is repeatedly raped by her father and has two children by him. Her mother treats her cruelly and as a slave. She is taken under the wing of her teacher and eventually and very slowly escapes the misery and cruelty of her home. The film is sobering and humbling, but has an annoying 'fly on the wall' reality show camera style. Also the dialogue is mumbled and often hard to decipher. 5/10 PRICELESS . French film with sub titles. Enjoyable and very funny in parts RomCom yarn about hotel worker who forms a relationship with a girl who makes her living from sugar daddies. He also starts doing the same with rich middle aged women and they both them have lucrative side liaisons going on whilst they actually fall in love with each other. 6/10 PRIDE (2014) Political Comedy. An entertaining film set against the back drop of the miners' strike in the 1980s.A group of homosexuals who are also challenging the police authorities and campaigning for rights and causes form an alliance with the miners in their parallel struggle. They call themselves the Lesbian and Gays support The Miners (LGSM). An uplifting film based on a true story.This is a very popular and highly rated feel good movie about the struggle for gay rights.My criticisms would be that it fails to develop the miner's struggle sufficiently and also that the film sort of peters out being unsure where to go with its momentum and ends up meandering a little. 7/10 PRINCESSES (2005) Drama. Sad and touching film about friendship between two down beaten prostitutes trying to make it in a Spanish city in very tough circumstances. Well acted, bleak, and realistic. A good film and much better than most in this genre. It is a serious film without gratuitous sexual content and very watchable. Spanish film with sub titles. 6/10 PROPOSAL (THE) 2000 The Proposal. Thriller. Made for TV or straight to Video B movie with an entertaining plot. An undercover detective investigating a dangerous crime boss needs to introduce a 'wife' in order to attend social functions at the home of the baddie. He is unmarried in his private life and another very attractive police woman is found to work with him as his'mate'. The inevitable happens and they are attracted to each other and things get very complicated and dangerous. This film is good in parts and some of the acting is pretty good. It is definitely watchable but the film tries for too many twists, some of which do not work, and the ending is rushed and unconvincing. 5/10 Q 2011 Erotic drama. French with sub-titles. This movie is very daring showing many non-simulated sex scenes, what is very rare in mainstream movies. Unusually the film shows actual penetration of various forms so graphic and explicit it certainly is. The plot revolves around the lives of some characters around Cecile, the main central protagonist in the drama, and how she changes their lives. Cecile is a desirable girl. She knows it and uses herself as a weapon. Even though she has a boyfriend she flirts and leads on every man she runs into. Once she has their attention and their sex drive on full she usually goes away leaving them frustrated with her panties or her phone number. But there is some plot and story in this and some limited character development all of which are rare in a soft porn full length film. Some scenes are certainly hot and arousing as you get to know the characters a little. But you need to concentrate on this film especially in the first half hour to keep up with who is who and get the most out of it. 6/10 REACHING FOR THE MOON. Lesbian romance based on true story about love affair between American bishop and Brazilian architect Lota de Macedo Soares (I had never heard of her either). Set in 1950s mainly in Brazil. The poet comes between an existing lesbian couple. The story tracks the stresses and strains between the 3 women Watchable. Average. 5/10 REBOUND (THE) RomCom about a 40 year old mother (Catherine Zeta Jones) who is divorcing her unfaithful husband and moves to New York. There she falls for her 25 year old male nanny, after he shows himself to be fantastic with her kids. I am not a Catherine Zeta Jones fan and never believe she is much of an actress I am afraid. This film is predictable, formulaic, cheesy and the script is poor. It is a watchable reasonably innocuous, chick flick but that is all. Not particularly funny either. 4/10 RED STATE. Thriller set in Middle America, a group of teens |
receive an online invitation to some MMMF sex, but instead they find themselves in captivity by some religious fundamentalists with a much more sinister agenda. Builds to an utterly ridiculous climax-a sort of serious straight version of the Hot Fuzz comedy. You just cannot take this film seriously. Weird 4/10 RETURN TO ME Romance with unusual original heart wrenching plot. Amusing weepie. David Duchovny (X files). Millie Driver. Watchable and innocuous. Some comedy. 6/10 RICH MAN'S WIFE (THE) Erotic Thriller. Traditional 1990s erotic thriller fare, formulaic and predictable but watchable and enjoyable. Halle Berry is good in this as the abused wife but Clive Owen is as useless as ever and the film is the poorer for his inclusion in the cast. Overall adequate. 4/10 RIFF RAFF Comedy drama. Building site worker (Robert Carlyle) finds a handbag in a skip and returns it to its owner and forms a relationship with her (Emer McCourt). Story depicts a tough harsh life for all the cast in this down to earth, working class drama. The film is typical of the director, Ken Loach, (Cathy Come Home). The girlfriend is a very needy insecure and desperate character who is constantly terrified of the relationship ending. A very good film but I did not find it a comedy- more a serious drama making some left wing political points. A lot of the dialogue is hard to decipher. 7/10 ROGUE RIVER horror / thriller. Has similarities to Wolf Creek. If you liked that you will like this. It is a good bread and butter horror / thriller. Absolutely not for the squeamish or easily shocked. Don't watch it unless you have a strong stomach for torture and violence. Has a climax scene that will offend some. Definitely watchable if you like this sort of thing. 6/10 SAFE HAVEN Romantic drama. Innocuous and harmless average romantic drama. More of a chick flick really. Young girl flees violent Boston cop partner and escapes to a small seaside town- Southport in North Carolina. Actually Southport was the star of this film for me and looked so nice I want to visit! Anyway back to the film, the girl falls in love with a handsome widower with the usual two adorable children. Eventually, predictably, the rogue cop ex partner finds her and attempts to upset the apple cart. Predictable, soppy, and sweet watchable film for a rainy afternoon. Spoilt a little by an unbelievably cheesy cringe making twist at the end. 5/10 SATURDAY NIGHT AND SUNDAY MORNING kitchen sink classic. Worth watching as a rare view of life at the end of the 1950s in an industrial city in the Midlands (Nottingham), and a window on how people and families behaved towards each other. Life was grey and hard in those days and the black and white seems to emphasise this aspect. Also a portrayal of how stilted and awkward relationships were between the sexes. A bit like A kind of Loving really. Not a lot happens by modern taste -like a modern Mike Leigh film, and the film fizzles out without any real ending or conclusion. But the film is watchable and compelling as a window on life over 50 years ago. 7/10 SAY NOTHING 2001\. Erotic Thriller. Low budget US probably made for TV love triangle formulaic film. A sort of second rate Fatal Attraction. A handsome rich business man seduces a married woman for a one night stand, which comes home to haunt her when unbeknown to her, he then hires her husband. Usual power plays follow and it ends in tears. The Boss drives a wedge between the couple, and manipulates them in order to win the wife. Dodgy acting but just about watchable. 4/10 SCANDAL (1989) Drama. A fictionalised account of the infamous 1963 Profumo scandal that rocked the British Conservative government. An affair between the married Minister of War and a society good time girl was revealed to the press and all hell broke loose. The bigger issue was the girl was also having a relationship with a Russian spy at the same time thus in theory creating a security risk. However this film concentrates on the life of Stephen Ward, a high society socialite and fixer, who worked as an osteopath, who for amusement collected a small team of attractive racy young women friends and used them to gain entry to and tempt his high society network of friends. One of these girls, Christine Keeler became the girl at the centre of the scandal. The film is intriguing and watchable but fails to delve deeply enough into Ward's motives, and also into the feelings of the two most famous recruits, Keeler and her friend Mandy Rice Davies. The versions available for rent and purchase on DVD are sadly heavily censored with chunks cut out. John Hurt stars and is excellent as the seedy but loveable rogue Ward. 6/10 SEA OF LOVE 1989 Thriller. Al Pacino is great as veteran cop in a good erotic thriller. Good cast. Good watchable thriller. Plot keeps you guessing 6/10 SECRET (THE) 2007\. Also know as Un Secret. WW2 drama. French film with subtitles. A touching, sad emotional story about a boy who as he grows up after the second world war gradually uncovers some very difficult truths about his Jewish parents who had lived through and survived living in Nazi-occupied France. A great story of passion and love superbly acted by an excellent cast and which is surprisingly very good for a French film, and an underrated relatively unknown offering. 8/10 SECRETARY 2002 If there was ever a film that shows that one mans's meat is another's poison this is it. Oh how taste differs! This is a low budget soft porn story about a masochist submissive girl and a dominant OCD boss. I thought I would be the only person who ever got to the end of this movie before I was shocked to see the rave reviews. It is neither erotic or funny or credible. It is nothing other than ridiculous. Complete rubbish. Don't bother. 3/10 SEDUCTION OF JOE TYNAN (THE) 1979 Drama. Very early Meryl Streep film about corruption and affair of up and coming ambitious young American senator. Very underrated film. I like it but many will find it very dated. 8/10 SESSIONS (THE) 2012 Drama. A very brave film that tackles an extremely delicate subject. A paralysed lifelong victim of polio who is a virgin embarks on a course of sex therapy with a professional sexual surrogate therapist brilliantly played by Helen Hunt. The film successfully navigates the tight rope of good taste and delivers a serious, credible, and touching emotional drama about his sexual awakening. The film also manages to be appropriately amusing again always in good taste. This is an uplifting film based on a real man in the USA that tackles a taboo subject with absolute dignity. 8/10 SEX AND LUCIA 2001\. Spanish film with sub titles. Very explicit. Good in parts but the plot is very difficult to follow and is about an author writing about another author (himself) and his sex life. A lot of the time you do not know whether what is happening is the story or in the book he is writing. 4/10 SEX TRAFFIC 2006 Gritty drama. Story of two young Mouldovan sisters kidnapped and trafficked through eastern Europe to London Very realistic, thought provoking and scary. 7/10 SEXUAL MALICE 1994\. Low budget erotic thriller. Very amateurish. Poorly acted and laughable script. University professor frames his wife for the murder of her lover. Awful. 3/10 SHAME 2011 Drama. Carey Mulligan. A brave film that addresses the difficult subjects of sex obsession and addiction to pornography in an modern American culture where anything goes. It is actually more tragic than I was expecting and packs a hard message that ultimately free sex and promiscuity makes for an empty, hollow, unhappy and lonely life. Shame is worse than that though because this totally selfish, self obsessed character is also totally unable to give love and support even to his sister when she reaches out to and needs him. And when a chance does come along and a bubbly attractive girl comes along who genuinely reaches out and is attracted to the main character he again is unable to respond with anything being emotionally bankrupt and dead inside. As I say it is much harder hitting than I was expecting and is a comment of modern free and easy sexual behaviour and self obsession. Carey Mulligan is superb. Warning -Contains much nudity and sex. 7/10 SHAPE OF THINGS (THE) 2003 Romantic Drama. A strange and unusual film. Had to watch it twice and I did get it the second time. It is supposed to be about superficiality and vanity and appearances, and delusion. But in the end I think it is just about mental cruelty and exploitation in a relationship. Super seductive and attractive Rachel Weisz play an alluring young artist who turns out to be a super opinionated manipulative heartless control freak. She is as superb as ever in this role. Her victim is thoroughly nice and innocent guy Adam played also very well by Paul Rudd. Absolutely massive twist in the finale which explains all that has gone before. This film will not be for everybody but it is definitely watchable. It is not about what you think it is and in the end even the viewer is misled by the Weisz character! 8/10 SHATTERED TRUST 1993 Family Drama. Low budget US made for TV drama about child abuse and incest set in the 1980s. Young female attorney who prosecutes such cases has a breakdown and whose life falls apart discovers she was abused herself as a baby. Based on a true story where case law changed the law. Watchable but long and dubious acting. Worth it for the big hair and even bigger shoulder pads. 4/10 SHE SAID NO 1990 Drama. Routine low budget made for TV date rape drama based on a true story. In this version the rapist is a respected lawyer himself an is incorrectly found not guilty. The twist is that the accused then sues the victim for defamation of character thus further destroying her and her life. Watchable but mechanical and going through the motions.4/10 SHE'S GONE 2004 Drama. Only for Ray Winstone fans. Winstone is in every scene of this film and plays a father whose daughter goes missing in Istanbul. He travels there to try to find her and discovers some personal truths about his beloved girl that he struggles to come to terms with. It transpires that she has been working as a night club dancer and may have been abducted by one of the punters. His wife eventually joins him in the search in Turkey but I am not sure we are ever totally certain what has happened to her and the ending is weak. Good in parts and watchable but only average. 5/10 SHELTERING SKY (THE) 1990 Debra Winger, John Malkovich. Two American young men and one of their wives go travelling in north Africa. They go deeper and deeper into the unfamiliar. The husband gets sick and dies. The wife goes native and goes off on safari in the desert with a tribe and spends a period as a willing captive locked up satisfying the local Arabs! Weird and bizarre. 5/10 SILENT LIGHT 2007 Another arty farty French film made for the Cannes film festival shot in Mexico. Sub titles but I never worked out what the spoken language was! Father with 6 children is having affair with local woman. The slowest pointlessly long (over 2 hours) film I have ever had the misfortune to watch. There are numerous very long scenes in which there is no activity whatsoever. Film start with 20 minute slow motion sun rise! Actually more boring than watching paint dry. Lots of people on the internet love it! Rubbish! 1/10 SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK 2012 Romcom with some depth which deals with a relationship between two people (played by Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Tucker) struggling to recover from mental illness. The story is based on the couple building an unlikely relationship through working together to enter a dance competition. An unusual film which is hard to get into, but grows on you, and gets better as it progresses. In the end it is well acted, and a very good moving film with depth. 7/10 SINGER (THE) 2006\. French pretentious romance with sub-titles. Ageing love story crooner falls for young beautiful single mother. Slowly explores their relationship and what they share and give to each other. Typical slow moving French film that could be half the length. 4/10 SINGLE MAN (A) 2009\. Drama about a gay college professor in the US, brilliantly played by Colin Firth, who loses his partner of 16 years. Eight years on, he has never stopped grieving. This film contains many flashbacks but essentially covers a 24 hour period in the life of the professor during which he spends an evening with his long term best friend, an alcoholic woman with whom he has a very close but platonic relationship, and later a gay experience with one of his students. Very well acted and sensitively handled and ultimately sad film. 8/10 SIRENS 1994 Drama. Puritanical young clergyman (Hugh Grant) and his wife Estella take a posting in Australia and on his first assignment he goes to stay with a free spirit bohemian artist (Sam Neil) and his family in the outback. The artist spends every day painting the nude models who live in with him. Basically anything goes in his enlightened progressive world and his relaxed attitudes to sexuality shock and test the prudish clergy and his wife. Sexual tension gradually rises testing Estella's repressed sexuality and in the end she cannot help but get seduced into joining in the shenanigans and thereby putting her relationship with her husband under strain. I like this film and find it intriguing, entertaining and well acted. Contains a fair amount of nudity. 7/10 SLEEPING BEAUTY 2011 Drama. A strange and bizarre mildly erotic Australian film about a young impoverished student (Emily Browning) who makes an income from sleeping with sad old men. However it is different from the run of the mill soft porn in that she is always drugged and comatosed at the time and no actual sex is permitted or desired by the clients! Most watchers do not like this film as you can see from the other reviews but I actually liked it more than most. It is a bit different from the usual soft porn predictable fare and Emily Browning is excellent and makes the film. Also for you buffs it is much better than the similarly themed Japanese film-The Bedroom. The ending though is a little disappointing and a bit surreal. It needs some interpretation I think. It may be symbolic. Maybe means she has been asleep all the way through her life and has suddenly woken up? See what you think. 6/10 SLEEPING DICTIONARY (THE) 2003\. Love story about English Colonial governor who falls in love with Malayan girl who was teaching him the language. I really enjoyed it. Nice pace to it with some twists and turns. Very Good. 7/10 SLIVER 1993 Erotic thriller, Typical Sharon Stone fare. Pervy voyeur in block of flats murdering the owners! Great soundtrack. Plenty of nudity and sex as you would expect. 5/10 SOMETHINGS GOTTA GIVE 2003 RomCom. This film has everything. Amazing cast, great script, good plot, funny, touching, highly entertaining, fun, and memorable. Simply a top drawer film. Jack Nicholson excels as the loveable womanising rake lothario charmer who turns out to have hidden depths and whose heart is ultimately captured. Diane Keaton is superb as his uptight very single skeptical target. Superb cast, excellent script, very enjoyable, and amusing, and pleasant love story. Simply a great RomCom film.10/10 SONS & LOVERS 2003 period drama. DH Lawrence. Have finally finished the whole loooong 191 minutes. I would have preferred it if it had been half the length. The sets, costumes, scenery and photography are a good representation of the period but the story is dour and grim and just not enjoyable to watch. I found the acting stilted and wooden and find it hard to believe that any man could be quite as unfeeling, hard and insensitive with his women. Hard going and tragic throughout and I deserve congratulations for actually getting through it. 5/10 SPREAD 2009 Romantic drama. This film is better than many of the reviews suggest. It is unusual in that it actually gets better as it progresses. A vacuous womanising waster whose only merit is his cute looks but that is enough to enable him to drift from one wealthy woman to another as a gigolo. A depressing portrayal of a LA society that is totally decadent and hedonistic without any love or morality. Ashton Kutcher is totally credible but I never knew whether he was just playing himself. The ending is a surprise but ironically on reflection also probably the most credible ending. This film has more depth and the acting is better than many in this genre and is watchable. 6/10 STEALING BEAUTY 1995 mildly erotic romantic drama. Based around an open house in Tuscany where a huge extended family seem to hang around doing very little for an entire summer. Ponderous, arty farty, pretentious and slow. The film seems to go on forever. Only redeeming features are the beautiful Tuscany scenery and excellent photography and a stunning early performance by Liv Tyler. I wouldn't bother with this unless you are an avid Rachel Weisz or Liv Tyler fan. It is just toooooooo slow 5/10 STORY OF US (THE) 1999 Michelle Pfeiffer, Bruce Willis, Excellent romantic drama about the stresses of a mature marriage, in difficulties, a trial separation, and the dialogue of husband and wife who want to make it work but fear that cannot and that it is over. This is a highly underrated film. 8/10 STRAYED 2003 French film with sub-titles. France 1940. Following the German assault on Paris a beautiful widow and her 2 children try to escape in a convoy of refugees which is later attacked by a German plane. They survive but many in the convoy do not and their car is destroyed and they flee to take shelter in a remote country house having been joined by a mysterious resourceful 17 year old boy. The three of them all form different relationships with the 17 year old culminating in some desperate physical comfort between the widow and the boy against the backdrop of the unfolding horror. Sad and poignant. 7/10 STRIPPERS VS WEREWOLVES 2012 Comic Horror. Embarrassingly bad in every way possible. No redeeming features. I managed only 5 minutes. Absolute garbage. Some reviewers say it is so bad it is good ie funny. Not me. 1/10 STUDENT SERVICES 2010Erotic Drama. French film with sub titles which purports to draw attention to the scandal of 40,000 young girls in France, most of them students, who work occasionally in the sexual services industry to make ends meet. This film tells the story of Laura, who in desperate financial straits, embarks on meeting men for sexual encounters. It depicts Laura struggling to stop and escape her plight right from the outset. But the film also contains much nudity and explicit sex and in truth is more soft porn than a serious docudrama. 3/10 SUITE FRANCAIS 2014 WWII romantic drama. A good film but not a great film. Michelle Williams stars as a lonely young married woman in 1940 France recently occupied by the Nazis whose husband is away fighting. This film tackles the sensitive subject of relationships and affairs with occupying German soldiers and how the soldiers themselves are just ordinary young men. Her dominating and overbearing mother in law is well played by Kristin Scott Thomas. The Williams character falls for a sensitive intelligent German office but the affair is obviously doomed from the start. The film is watchable but somehow lacks ooomph and could have been more moving. I liked it but some will find it a bit slow, and lacking in story, and uneventful. 7/10 SWEARING ALLEGIANCE. 1997 Crime Drama. Made for TV drama based on real events. A young engaged couple murder a girl from their high school when the guy is unfaithful with her. The couple are set for illustrious careers in the military until their dreadful secret is revealed. How did it take them so long to identify the killers you will wonder? 4/10 SWEET NOVEMBER. Romantic Drama. Oh dear! The ultimate chick flick rainy afternoon girlie cheesy weepie! All the usual stuff is in here. Highly formulaic and completely preposterous plot. Boy meets girl, girl gets sick, boy loses girl, adorable woofers, etc etc. It's as original as a McDonald's burger. But the two lead characters (Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron) are likeable and attractive and the overall result is a watchable, innocuous, pleasant movie. Like nodding off to sleep in a warm bath - on your own. 4/10 SWEPT AWAY 2002 drama. A story a little reminiscent of Overboard in which a spoilt insufferable super rich super bitch drives the crew mad on a luxury cruise in the Mediterranean. The super bitch is played by Madonna and becomes a castaway on an uninhabited island with just the first mate, a young fit man who had been her main adversary. The first mate turns out to be resourceful, and capable, and practical and now that roles are reversed now holds all the power. He enables them to survive and eventually they become an unlikely pair. Finally they are rescued but neither wants to go back to their previous lives. There is a twist at the end. The film is not quite as bad as the critics and reviews say about this much panned effort. But the truth is Madonna cannot act. Watchable but only just. 3/10 SWERVE 2011 Thriller. Australian average low budget thriller set in the remote outback. Dated 1990s style slightly steamy thriller that promises a lot at the beginning but disappoints. A lone driver witnesses a fatal car accident in the middle of nowhere and finds a suitcase full of money at the scene. He hands the money in to a local corrupt police officer, but then gets sucked into a series of resulting events and gets seduced by the police officer's seductive temptress wife. You do not know who to trust and the film has a lot of potential and is definitely watchable but the plot stretches credibility to the limit and the ending contains an unconvincing twist. 5/10 TAKE THIS WALTZ 2011 Romantic Drama. Michelle Williams is stunning in this Canadian film as the lead role and makes the film. A young married woman reluctantly falls for a neighbour after a chance meeting and a touching and credible affair ensues. The script and acting are superb and the end product is a highly convincing and very moving romance which is destined to end -well you actually cannot predict the end of this one. There are lessons in this film of the kind 'the grass is greener', and'be careful what you wish for'. It is as good as Falling In Love and a very under rated picture. Highly recommended but it is painful to watch. 7/10 TAMARA DREWE 2010\. Seductress returns to a small village dominated by a famous womanising author. She creates mayhem with three suitors. Author's wife (Tamsin Greig) is excellent. A good yarn and a bit of a comedy. 7/10 TESTAMENT OF YOUTH 2015 WW1 drama. Love story between an intelligent Oxford undergrad girl (Brittain) who has struggled for independence and education and her fiancé who enlists and goes to fight in the trenches in France. Brittain feels compelled to give up on Oxford during the war and trains to work as a nurse in army hospitals, facing the horrendous reality of warfare first hand. A deep, dark, serious and moving study of the madness of war, mindless patriotism and young love. A truly outstanding and authentic film, based on Brittain's autobiography. She went on to become an inspiration for her generation and the next, championing the cause of women and was the mother of Shirley Williams. 10/10 THINGS BEHIND THE SUN 2001 Drama about an up and coming talented young female singer who habitually gets drunk and engages in promiscuity to try to deaden the pain of a horrendous incident when she was only 14 when she was gang raped. However, it becomes apparent that her recollections of exactly what did happen to her are fuzzy and unclear. A music journalist who knew her at the time decides to write an article about her and gets to know her again and helps her to remember in clearer detail exactly what did happen to her and enable her to escape her demons. Good well acted film with excellent music but the ending is weak and a disappointment.. 6/10 THIRTEEN 2002\. Shocking teen movie about extreme teenage rebellion. To be accepted and shock these skinny rich Californian girls launch into flirting, drugs and thieving. They gather more and more outrageous piercings and tattoos. Be glad they are not your daughters. The dialogue is often hard to decipher. Ends on a high with the unconditional love and unending support of a Mum when her daughter's life implodes. 6/10 THREESOME (2009) Erotic teen flick comedy about 2 boys and a girl who come together by mistake to share a flat in university halls. It is a coming of age movie in which each of the three is discovering their sexuality. A complicated set of arrangements evolve in which they all find love and lust with each other in their own way. This is a love triangle literally! One of the boys thinks he is gay and fancies the second boy, who fancies the girl, who fancies the first boy!. Well you can't say it's not different. Yes, I know it sounds awful, but it isn't actually. The acting is reasonably credible and in the end the closeness of the three is quite touching. The film gets better as it progresses and the story of human relationships becomes deeper. In the end they all find their chosen way. Unusual and original plot. 6/10 TOUGH GUYS DON'T DANCE 1987\. Good erotic thriller. I liked the characters and plot. A lesser known and underrated film. 6/10 TRADE (2006) Spanish (Mexican) with sub titles. Hard hitting violent dramatization of the trafficking of young girls from Mexico who are then sold into the USA often through internet auctions. Very brutal, gritty and harrowing tale. 6/10 TRAINWRECK 2015 RomCom. A good watchable romantic comedy with a great performance by Amy Schumer. A journalist for a men's magazine writing an article on sporting stars falls into a relationship with a sports doctor. It proves a big adjustment for her as a commitment-phobic career woman used to superficial one night stands with hulks. It is an enjoyable watch, but very predictable and formulaic. I found the magazine editor character ridiculous and not at all funny. 6/10 TRANCE (2013) Overrated and pretentious psychological thriller drama. The hype has been deafening mainly as the result of Danny Boyle being the director. Yes there are some innovative use of hard rock and heavy beat to build suspense rather like being back in the Olympics opening ceremony. But beyond that the film contains a lot of gratuitous violence and nudity much of which is just to shock. And the plot gets increasingly surreal and confusing and jumbled such that for much of the time you are deliberately prevented from knowing whether what you are watching is actually happening or is imagined through being in a trance under hypnosis. Confusing the viewer does not make a mediocre film more sophisticated. I agree with the comment that film is not as good as it thinks it is! 4/10 TWENTY NINE PALMS 2005Erotic romantic drama/ thriller. Well this film is certainly different and will not appeal to most. It is French with sub titles and follows the traditional style of being very slow and arty farty and pretentious. Yes the scenery is beautiful and stunning, and a microscope is targeted at a young couple whose relationship is filmed almost in real time in every detail. The young couple are driving around the Californian desert struggling with an intense relationship. There sound track is unusual in that there is no music, and a constant background of traffic, wind, sirens, and anything else to give the film that arty reality feel. There is a great deal of nudity, and explicit sex in between many violent arguments as their relationship turns sour. What you think is a gentle love affairs ends in some shocking violence from an unexpected source. There was a film called Zabrieski Point made in the 1960s that was quite similar in many ways. Do not watch this if you are easily shocked, and be warned the ending includes a violent rape scene. 5/10 TWISTED 2004 Erotic thriller. Not a bad thriller although a well worn plot line. I liked it more than most reviewers because the sexy lead character female man eating police inspector (Ashley Judd) gave it a new angle. The plot keeps you guessing and the photography of San Francisco is stunning. If you like this genre do not ignore this one. 7/10 TWO MINUTES LATER 2007 Gay / Lesbian erotic thriller. I did make it to the end one night but I would not recommend you do. A lesbian hard nosed private detective teams up with the twin brother of a murdered famous gay photographer to investigate his disappearance. Low budget amateurish made for TV feel with gratuitous nudity make this a very mediocre movie. The female lead is however an appealing entertaining character which lifts the rating. So ridiculous that it is funny in parts e.g. the young private detective in a very tight short sexy backless dress and high heels chasing the murderer through a forest in the dark firing an endless supply of bullets from her revolver. 3/10 TWO MOON JUNCTION 1988 Soft porn drama about a rich ex prom queen, the daughter of a senator, who dumps her fiancé at her wedding and takes off with good looking hunk from a travelling fair with whom she has been having a steamy affair. Terrible acting, appalling script and embarrassingly bad. Lots of nudity. Rubbish. 2/10 TWO MOTHERS 2013 Lesbian drama. German film with sub-titles. Take care as there is an Australian-French film of the same name and also released in 2013 but starring Naomi Watts. A close up and serious attempt to depict the trials and strains on a lesbian couple who try to battle through the legal and medical processes to have a baby. Their physical relationship in given frequent and explicit exposure. The movie stars Karina Plachetka as Isabella Bürgelin and Sabine Wolf as Katja Maria Maisch. Isabella and Katia are a loving lesbian couple who want to conceive a baby. Artificial insemination is a standard practice in Germany, but not for same-sex couples. The pair meet numerous obstacles-both legal and financial-in the Catch-22 world of German medical politics. They also meet some potential sperm donors, who all say they are motivated by altruism. However, altruism is obviously pretty far down the list for most of these men. Not being able to conceive a child is a problem in itself. But it's also a dividing force that acts to separate the two women. For example, they were seemingly happy with one partner being the main provider, and the other just doing casual work. However, that becomes an issue when financial stability enters the picture. The film has an interesting, albeit somewhat unsettling, ending, when several of these strands come together. 5/10 UNDERCOVER 1994 Erotic thriller. It is just another poor quality soft porn erotic thriller with appalling acting and script, and it is neither thrilling or erotic. The continuity is very dodgy as the victim is said to have been shot half the time, and strangled half the time by the police! The continuous wooden sex simulations scenes are just boring and you will F/f through them. 3/10 UNLAWFUL ENTRY 1992 Low budget erotic thriller about bent obsessed US police officer. Adequate watchable film. Done in the classic early 90s style. 4/10 UNTAMED HEART 1993 Romantic Drama. Romantic mushy weepie about a young waitress who does not seem to have much luck with men but then starts relationship with mysterious but virtually mute boy who actually works in her diner and who one night saves her from being raped. It's an innocuous fairly routine teenage romance but tragedy is never far away. Average.5/10 UP AT THE VILLA 2000A period thriller / romantic drama set in the period just preceding the outbreak of war in Europe in 1939 Florence. It is an elegantly presented tangled love story and thriller that takes place over only 2 or 3 days but a lot happens (contrary to some of the other reviews). Kristin Scott Thomas is excellent as usual and lifts the rating of the film. Her character is impoverished but hankers after retaining the high life but at the same time looking for love. I felt this story was credibly done and the characters were developed and I enjoyed it. Nothing to do with football -Aston Villa! 7/10 VIOLETAS 2013 Lesbian romantic drama. Spanish with sub titles but I believe the film is Argentinean. Six short stories, or scenes really, portraying how different lesbian couples initially met and seduced each other. It is an attempt to make an honest film about the subtleties of romance and attraction between girls, and where in some of the cases one of the girls had considered herself straight. The girls are all gorgeous. There is some undressing and caressing but it is all very slow and tame and the best you could describe the film as is touching and cute. But the fact that none of the relationships is developed as you only ever see the beginnings becomes frustrating and frankly repetitious. 3/10 VOW (THE) 2012\. Romantic drama. Based on a true story wife has an accident, loses memory, and cannot remember her husband. A good watchable bread and butter film but not a great film and many of the gushing reviews are over the top. 6/10 VOYEUR (THE) 1993\. Supposedly erotic film but it is laughable in its snail like pace and pretentiousness. Plenty of nudity but completely uninteresting. Beyond words really. Awful acting. Painful. 1/10 WATER DROPS ON BURNING ROCKS 2000 Strange drama about a middle aged bisexual man who attracts a teenage boy to live with him. The relationship starts off as idyllic but gradually deteriorates as they argue over domestic trivia. Things get much more complicated when both men's former female partners also turn up. This is a French film with sub-titles set in 1970s Germany. It is produced in the style of a stage play. It begins as a serious drama and a study of a gay relationship but then suddenly in the final third of the film it decides to become a comedy and a stage farce. All in all, weird but watchable. Average 5/10 WE'LL TAKE MANHATTAN 2012 drama based on the real life story of photographer David bailey and his girlfriend Jean Shrimpton in the early 1960s. This BBC 4 TV movie depicts their romance and also Baileys's innovative mould breaking style, during a photo shoot in New York. Shrimpton is put on the map by Bailey and eventually became a super model. Watchable but the acting seems sometimes stiff and unrealistically over the top. 5/10 WHEN WILL I BE LOVED 2004 Erotic drama set in New York. A smart, classy and rich girl has a smooth talking hustler no good as her boyfriend. We know she is far too good for this wide boy con artist even before he sets up an Indecent Proposal style encounter for her, the difference being in this version that she is none the wiser and the rich old tycoon has to seduce her. Things then take an unpredictable turn and her boyfriend gets his come uppance. However the film is spoilt by too many disjointed scenes of rapid fire hip American lingo and even more by its horrendous unrelenting extra loud sound track drowning out the dialogue alternating between rap and a harpsichord. Mike Tyson turns up in one completely irrelevant scene for no apparent reason. 3/10 WHERE THE TRUTH LIES 2005 Colin Firth. A thriller with a mix of explicit sex, drugs, intrigues, murder, extortion, and betrayal but is somewhat stilted, and laboured, and fails to satisfy. An awkward pout pori omelette with the central theme of an attractive journalist investigating the fate of a young girl found dead in the hotel room of a once famous comedy duo. She becomes involved with both of them and plays them off against each other before discovering the truth. It is not as bad some of the reviews suggest., It is just an average watchable film. 5/10 WHITE PALACE 1990 drama / love story. Susan Sarandon very convincing performance. Young executive widower falls in love with a working class burger sales woman 15 years his senior. Sensitive examination of the class divide and the pain of choosing between her and his friends and family. Can he ever not find her an embarrassment in his social circle? Uncomfortable to watch but worth it. 7/10 WILD THINGS 1998 Thriller drama. Mildly erotic thriller about a young high school counselor who embarks on a complex plot of deception involving two attractive students and one of their rich mothers with the aim of extracting large damages from the mother. An extremely farfetched convoluted plot which moves at break neck speed and has more twists than a roller coaster but is unconvincing. Was surprisingly successful at the box office, possibly because at the time it was considered mildly racy. But it seems highly contrived and the overall result is just average.5/10 WILD ORCHID 1990\. Disappointing erotic drama fantasy. This is no nine and a half weeks. Mickey Rourke spends the entire film as the usual |
enigmatic character with the permanent stupid self satisfied smirk which is supposed to be sexy. Was considered soft porn once but nothing too racy now. A newly qualified lawyer goes on a business trip in Rio which turns out to be her sexual awakening. Meanwhile there is a loud carnival going on throughout the entire film! It is watchable but only just. 5/10 WOLF CREEK 2005 Australian horror based on a true story of a sadist who tortures and murders 3 young travelers (2G and 1B). Very graphic and gory. Watchable adequate horror film. Bet you can't watch it all! 4/10 WOMAN SCORNED (A) 1994 Erotic thriller. Made during the golden age for this genre, ie the early 1990's. This is a low budget, TV movie style attempt, but it still retains all the hallmarks of that period. The acting is not brilliant but the plot is great and makes up for the other shortcomings. It is only adequate at best but I actually quite enjoyed it and it is definitely watchable. A widow infiltrates the family and lives of her deceased husband's boss who drove him to suicide. Touches of Fatal Attraction about it.4/10 WRESTLER (THE) 2008\. Drama. Mickey Rourke stars in this very good film as a semi retired ageing professional wrestler. The film is made by Rourke who appears in every scene like a one man show. it is a sad and poignant story with the Rourke character as a bit of a pathetic loner has been who knows no other life. He struggles to build a modest relationship with a lap dancer and repair his nonexistent relationship with his estranged daughter. Very credible and dark and moving. 7/10 XXY 2008 Argentinian film with sub-titles. Unusual touching story about a troubled young girl born with a rare deformity of having mutations of both genders' genitalia (hermaphrodite). The tale tells of her obviously troubled relationships and the attempts of her parents to consult a renowned surgeon who may be able to operate. But the girl is unable to choose what she wants to be and the ending is inconclusive. A brave, gentle, sensitive, haunting watchable film but with a weak open-ended ending. 6/10 YOU CAN COUNT ON ME 2000 Family drama. Story about a divorced single orphaned mother and her loving but troubled relationship with her unreliable wandering brother. Gradually the brother becomes a surrogate father to her 8 year old son but this is fraught with problems, and in addition the mother embarks on an unlikely affair with her nerdy boss at the small town bank where she works. Watchable average drama which fails to excite.5/10 YOUNG ADAM 2002 Romantic drama. Ewen McGregor, Tilda Swinton, This is a dark, depressing, bleak story about people who scratch out a living working a barge in Scotland. They escape their dreary lives through frequent loveless sex. McGregor plays a commitment phobe character devoid of any morals who manages to wreck the lives of not one woman but two. Have I put you off? I hope not because it is a gritty haunting film that draws you in and does grow on you. I watched it twice! But be warned this film contains a lot of sex and nudity although it is not gratuitous. Definitely worth a watch. 7/10 ZANDALEE 1991 Nicolas Cage as a lothario rake who seduces his best friend wife. Best friend eventually commits suicide, and affair ends in tears. Cage (in his character) is bad news. Ridiculous script, rubbish score, and implausible plot. 3/10 ZEBRA LOUNGE 2001 Low budget straight to DVD type erotic thriller. Couple tries swinging with another couple who become a nightmare in their lives with disastrous consequences. Touch of Fatal Attraction but not in the same class and not credible. 4/10 The text from Mr Smith read "Meet me at 6 in the bar of the hotel opposite our offices. I'd like to discuss the results of the interview." Did that mean he was offering her the job? Surely the formal job offer would be in his office? She and two others had been interviewed for the job as Mr Smith's PA. One if them wasn't a strong candidate but the other, an ambitious young guy, was quite a threat. She had to play it cool. Not turn up gasping and breathless. If the job was hers then it was already decided and she couldn't do much about it. Better just to enjoy a drink and chat with an attractive man. He was already there when she arrived. He stood to greet her, and offered the seat opposite. "Drink? I'm buying. I'm having a cold beer, in case you're wondering." "G&T please, with plenty of ice and lemon." The drinks ordered, Mr Smith began by explaining the situation. "You interviewed very well...so did one of the other candidates. Both of you are perfectly capable of doing the job. I think that it comes down to attitude and commitment." "Oh yes, I agree, Mr Smith. I'm happy to be judged on that." "Do you have a family? Husband, boyfriend? I know it's not very PC but I want someone with no commitments who is absolutely dedicated to the job." Hmm, sadly the answer was no, no boyfriend and no sex for quite a while either. "No, Mr Smith, no commitments. I would be completely committed to the job." Before she could stop herself, she had blurted out her feelings. "Mr Smith, I'd do anything to get the job, anything, and anything to keep it too." That wasn't very cool, she thought. He raised just one eyebrow. "Is that so? Anything? I have been wondering how keen you are on getting this job. Telling me here in this bar is one thing. Showing me in a hotel room upstairs is for real though. That might clinch the job for you." Was this really happening? This was 2011 and she thought that times had moved on a little than this. And yet... it had been months since she'd been properly fucked, he was a good looking guy and, well, it would be great to get a promotion. She would play along and see where it lead. "Mr Smith, do you have a room booked? If so, I think we need to continue this discussion in private", She smiled at him. "Shall we take our drinks with us?" "Excellent! I think a bottle of something bubbly is in order." \---- They sipped their champagne and looked at each other. Miss Jones broke the silence first. "Now that we're in this bedroom alone, Mr Smith, and I wanted to make sure we're here for the same reason..." "Oh, Miss Jones, I certainly hope so. You're keen on getting promoted. You're a very attractive woman who has recently told me she would be prepared to do anything to get the job. How could a man resist? Now if you are as good as your word, the job's yours. But be aware that I am a demanding boss and lover - you'll do whatever I ask, won't you?" "Oh yes. anything!" she said, as she slipped off her business jacket. He sat on a chair facing her. "Stand up. Undo your blouse. slowly." Each button was gently eased undone by her trembling fingers, even though she was trembling as she did so. I'm glad I wore the red silk lingerie today, she thought. Soon the blouse was off and thrown onto the bed behind her. He gazed admiringly at the shape of her breasts. A good size but not too big. Just right for a nice handful. There was already a swelling as her nipples began to stiffen. "Now slip that bra strap off your left shoulder." She did so. Now he reached up with his hand and stroked her breast flesh. He pulled her closer to him, and brushed her nipple with the back if his hand. It stiffened even more. He couldn't resist and touched her nipple with the tip of his tongue. They both tingled with pleasure. He licked all around her nipple and her knees began to tremble too. "Take your bra off completely, Miss Jones." His formality seemed mis-placed given she was half naked before him, but somehow exciting too. Now he began to suck her nipple as he played with her other breast. Oh Christ, she was starting to get wet already. Her mind started to flood with obscene thoughts. She was completely in lust with him. For now she didn't care about the job, she just thought about his cock. What was he like? She knew she would be finding out soon. She needed him inside her. Her mouth or her pussy, preferably both. God she really did need to get fucked. Mr Smith seemed like too much if a gentleman to leave her unsatisfied, she hoped. Her nipples were getting really hard now. He switched from sucking one breast to the other, but always both received his attention. He dipped his fingers in the champagne to play with her other nipple. It was so nice to be pleasured this way, but it was making her so horny and she needed things to move along. He paused. "Mr Smith, that was amazing, lovely...." "Good, that was just for starters. you did say you would do anything didn't you?" She nodded. "Undress me completely, Miss Jones. Absolutely everything." "Yes, Mr Smith." He stood up. She started with his jacket and hung it neatly on the back of the chair. Then his tie. she unbuttoned his shirt, to reveal his chest. Firm, muscular, not too hairy. She stroked gently with her fingers as she dropped to her knees in front of him. First she undid his shoelaces, removed his shoes and socks. "This is the moment I've been waiting for", she thought. His trousers fell to the floor. Now he was down to his underwear. Dark pants, the shape of his balls filling them nicely. But that wasn't what caught her eye. It was the shape of his cock, the stiff shaft pointing to one side, with the tip just poking out the top of his pants. She couldn't resist and touched it with her finger. It was a little moist already with a little pre-cum. he's really turned on too, she thought. She eased his pants down and he stood before her, fully erect. His mouthwatering cock bobbing in front of her face and she licked her lips with anticipation. She loved the hardness of his cock; the way the veins stood out. His balls looked really full, too. "Mr Smith, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Thank you, Miss Jones. I'm glad you like it. Miss Jones, it's no longer about IF you get the job. Now it's about what your salary is to be. I want you to give me the best cock sucking you've ever given. How good it is will determine your pay. As a bit of advice, the longer you can make it last the better, but I must warn you I am very turned on so take care." This was her chance. A delicious, mouthwatering cock in front of her very eyes. She would have sucked it very, very willingly even if they'd just met in the bar, bit here she was getting the chance to determine her pay. She held the shaft in her fingers. It was warm and hard and the veins stood out. She eased back the foreskin to reveal a lovely red head, firm and tasty-looking. He was a nice size - big enough to fill her up, but not too big for her mouth or so big he would stretch her too much. She licked the tip and licked again, then licked round the other side using the underside of her tongue across the little string. He was obviously enjoying it already, but she was really enjoying it too and in no rush. She swirled her tongue slowly round and round the tip until it glistened with her saliva. She rubbed both sides of the head using her thumb and forefinger. "Mr Smith, you have a lovely cock. Shall I suck it for you now?" He just nodded, not trusting himself to speak coherently. She dipped her head again and took his tip in her mouth. She very slowly slid her lips up and down the tip, but no further. As her saliva built up and trickled down the shaft she was able to slide her hand up and down slowly too at the same sort of speed and her other hand she used on his balls. Ah, his balls! How nice it was to squeeze them gently, to stroke them, tug at them one at a time, to juggle them in her hand like loose change in a pocket. She continued to suck him slowly, still just the tip, not increasing her speed for fear of making him come too soon. It was heavenly for her as it had been so long since she had been it such a delightful position. A lovely cock to suck, no hurry, just pleasure for them both. She had been on her knees for a little while now. Maybe they could make use of the bed? "Mr Smith, why don't you lie down?" He did so, slipping a pillow under his head for comfort. She slipped out of her business skirt, and was now down to just her hold ups, red silk panties and heels. She moved in beside him on the bed. She was going to enjoy the next part too but she had to be careful, as he seemed very close. she leant across him, facing his toes and once more gave all her attention to his lovely cock. She took him back into her mouth and slowly took in as much as she could. she could feel his cock touching the back of her throat and she slowly slid her lips back up again. slowly she descended once more and back up. Without increasing the pace at all she treated him to a long long sequence of gentle sucks. He was enjoying it so much and doing his best to hold back but it wasn't easy. His hand started stroking her leg while she sucked. first her calves then thighs. He stroked and massaged her buttocks through her panties. His slow build was really getting her aroused and wet again. he moved his hand languidly round to the front and rubbed her panties gently against her. As he pressed a little lower and harder her panties became wet with her juices. It got even better when he slipped his hand into her panties and nudged against her clit. "Stand up on the bed, Miss Jones. Drop your panties; that's good. You have a very attractive pussy Miss Jones, absolutely delightful! Now lie back down next to me and finish me off." She was very happy to obey and she lay down on her side, facing his toes. This time she was going to to suck him hard; no gentle stuff any more. She took him greedily back into her mouth and without sliding her lips up and down at all sucked his cock hard. then slowly at first she started to suck him off, like a steam train getting up speed. The first stroke slow and measured, the next one a little less slow and then a little faster. She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth. It was warm, hard too, but not hard like wood or metal, more a squishy, squidgy firmness that she just loved. Meanwhile, his hand had meandered back up her thigh, between her legs, and was exactly where she wanted it to be. Was he a guy who liked the taste of pussy? Oh God please, she thought. I like his fingers there but a tongue would be just perfect. He had complimented her on her pretty pussy so she hoped so. Still, he was in charge so she would just have to take whatever she got, but for now it was pretty good! First he let his finger drift up and down her pussy lips, touching her clit for just a moment and then moving back down. She wanted so much to be penetrated by him, for him to slip a finger or two into her wet pussy. Oh please! Finger fuck me, she pleaded inwardly. If he read her mind then he was teasing her. He pressed harder with his fingers and worked his way between her pussy lips to touch her where she was most sensitive. Her pinkness and her clit were crying out for attention, for more pressure. She decided the only way to get it was to move things along. She was finding it so difficult to keep her lips closed round his cock when all she wanted to do was to moan with pleasure and writhe around. was this a subtle part of the job interview to see if she could multitask? She concentrated once more on his delicious cock. She was going to keep him in her mouth until he orgasmed, not matter how difficult. She sucked him with renewed vigour. She used her hand to pump his cock in the opposite direction to her mouth. It was a battle of wills. Who could give the other so much pleasure that they couldn't concentrate on what they were doing? She was going to win this one. she stepped up the pace even more, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. His hand fell back from her pussy and his moans increased. A few more sucks and he was there, spurting his salty white come into her mouth, the second and third splashing the roof of her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but it was just too much and a little bit dribbled down her chin. she pushed it back into her mouth and sucked him clean. "Miss Jones, you were magnificent! Now just give me a moment to recover, and it'll be your turn to receive. Miss Jones, I enjoy eating pussy very much. I'm going to eat you out until I'm fully satisfied. You may well be satisfied before me, but if you want the job then you'll just have to take plenty of tongue. Of course if you want me to stop there is a way..." "Yes, Mr Smith?" she interrupted, eagerly. "Maybe I'll tell you later", he smiled. "Make yourself comfortable and spread your legs wide." She put a pillow under her head and another under her buttocks to really open herself out. She needed his tongue on her pussy so badly. She couldn't remember when she'd last had a damn good licking. A few one night stands, yes, but no one who had really brought her off. He knelt on the floor beside the bed and rested his arms on her thighs. The tip of his tongue just touched her pussy lips, just brushed them and went away. Then came back for a longer exploration. Only his tongue touched her pussy, nothing else. She wanted him to get on with it and make her come bit at the same time she didn't. He was going to pleasure her slowly whatever she did. After a while the single licks became continuous contact, his tongue meandering up and down her pussy lips apparently at random. It was lovely! She closed her eyes, put her arms above her head and smiled contentedly. Her dreams answered, lying back whilst Mr Smith licked her pussy. He took his hands off her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her lips. He gently rubbed each of her labia between his thumb and first finger, squeezing her a little but not too hard. It was very nice but nothing compared to the pleasure he gave her when he used his mouth instead. That truly was exquisite! He held her pussy lip between his teeth and brushed his tongue along the edge, flicking his tongue from side to side. He switched over and gave the other lip the same delightful treatment. She couldn't stop herself from moving her hands back - one to run her fingers through his thick dark hair and the other strayed unconsciously to her nipple which she rubbed and squeezed without even realising. "Oh Mr Smith, that's amazing! Oh please don't be offended if I use rude language will you? You won't sack me if I swear?" He paused from eating her pussy. "Quite the contrary, Miss Jones, I will sack you if you don't swear. Please use the filthiest, most disgusting language you know, I insist." Thank God for that, she thought, I don't think I could stop myself! "Oh fuck that's good, I love having your fucking tongue on my pussy, oh for fuck's sake please don't stop, you're going to make me come!" He loved hearing her talk dirty while he ate her out. If she was close to coming already, then they were both in for a good time. He'd barely started on her. He spread her pussy lips wide apart and exposed her lovely, enticing, pink pussy flesh in between. Now instead of exploring with the tip of his tongue, he used broad firm strokes to paint her pussy with saliva. He moved slowly up, carefully stopping just short of her clit, and using the underside of his tongue to lick her on the way down. One time he stayed down and began to explore the mouth of her vagina with his tongue. Stiffening it he pushed a little way in, and then further. He could not be more engaged with her pussy now. Whilst he tongue-fucked her, his nose rubbed her clit and his lips were in full contact with her pussy all the way round. He sucked and kissed at her as best he could. It was really having an effect now; she was starting to writhe around and was really losing control as her orgasm approached. She kept saying "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" over and over. Both her hands were on her nipples now, tweaking them. "Don't stop, please don't stop. oh fuck, yes, just please keep going. Oh, Mr Smith, you're going to make me come, yes, please just tongue fuck me, don't stop oh yes, oh yes, oh god that's it, yes! There, fuck, yes, oh, fuck, yes! ooh, yes, mmmmmmm." He allowed himself to relax and pull back from her pussy. After a little while she was able to speak again. "Mf Smith, that was amazing, thank you so much!" "Miss Jones, it was truly my pleasure." "Mr Smith, since it's okay to talk dirty, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Umm, I really want your cock inside me now. I'm really wet and I need a good hard fucking." "Miss Jones, that's a very reasonable request, and may I say very well put. However you may have forgotten what I said earlier." She gulped. What was it? Oh yes. he was going to lick her as much as he wanted, and stop when he had had enough. She gulped again. She really needed a hard cock and an even harder fucking. She wasn't sure she could take any more tongue. It was just too good. Was it possible to pass out from having too much pleasure? From too many orgasms? What a thought. "Miss Jones, much as the idea of fucking your brains out does have a considerable attraction, I'm afraid I haven't finished eating your pussy. Please prepare to receive my tongue for a little longer. Miss Jones, this isn't going to hurt - quite the opposite - but after a while you're going to be begging me to stop. I may stop then but you'll have to ask me in exactly the right way." What did he mean, she wondered. She loved his tongue and couldn't imagine ever wanting him to stop so that made it doubly puzzling. Mr Smith settled down to eating pussy. He was hungry for her pussy; he wanted to eat her pussy and he was going to feast until he had had enough. He spread her lips nice and wide again and pushed his tongue in between. First just rubbing against her pussy but then the motion of his tongue became more regular as he licked her up and down. There wasn't much variety to it, he just licked her. Steady constant pussy licking. It was really getting her wet. Miss Jones felt so pleasured and sexed up. The constant contact with her pussy was already building her up to an orgasm. He didn't vary it too much, and just carried on licking her but it was enough to move her inexorably closer. She started to moan more loudly, cry out with pleasure. She thrashed around, her head rolling from side to side. He didn't let up; if anything he pressed harder with his tongue and finally he made her come for the second time. "Oh, oh, oooooh" she cried. "I'm coming, yes, don't stop, yes." She relaxed back, expecting him to stop, but he didn't. He went straight back to licking her with even greater intensity than before, not giving her a chance to recover from her first orgasm but wanting her to come again. Now he played his trump card. He'd already made her come without even touching her clit but that was his focus, that little protrusion of her skin was just in the right place for him to nibble and suck on. It was exquisite for her - she had hardly dipped in the intensity of her feelings but this clit sucking was something else. She adored it and never wanted it to be over. Was she going to come again? Yes, yes yes!!! Oh God, she had reached such a plateau of pleasure that she was never going to come down from it. This wasn't as powerful as the first two orgasms but it was still pretty good. She was so wet now! The juices must be pouring out of her pussy. Mmm, juiciness! What that pussy needed was something hard and stiff inside. Something to just slide in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Surely he wanted to fuck her by now? What sort of a man was he? He must be stiff enough, but it dawned on her what he meant by wanting him to stop. She was loving it but she needed his cock now even more than his tongue. "Mr Smith, please stop now, and make love to me." He paused briefly from licking her to advise her. "Miss Jones, I understand your sentiments but as I said before, you're going to need to be more convincing and foul mouthed than that." He went back to sucking her clit, but this time his fingers began to probe her pussy as well. He slipped a finger inside her and rubbed her pussy with his thumb. This was an intensity of feeling that was even above and beyond anything from before. Incredibly another orgasm shuddered through her body. Fireworks were exploding inside her but her body couldn't take much more. This time he gave her a chance to recover. When she could speak again she knew she had to convince him whilst she still could. Finally she worked out what he wanted to hear. "Mr Smith, I need your cock inside me. I need to be fucked. Fucked very hard. I want you to fuck my brains out. I want you to fuck my tight wet pussy with your tasty hard cock. Use me. Use me as your fuck toy in any way you want, in any position you like. I want you to fuck my tight pussy over and over. Use that cock and make my scream and moan. You've licked me long enough, now fuck me!" "Why Miss Jones, I really do believe that you and I are going to work very well together. I like your turn of phrase." "Mr Smith, I hope it's not too cheeky to ask as I'm certainly looking forward to having my brains fucked out, but I'd really like you to fuck me from behind." "Miss Jones, I always like to receive intelligent and thoughtful suggestions from employees. It's a very good idea which I will come to, literally, at the finish. meanwhile I have one or two other options to explore first. To start I'd like you on your back with your legs high and wide....good!" She held her ankles in her hands in he was inside her before she knew. God it felt good. His stiff cock filled her up beautifully. His energetic thrusts were powerful and each one drew a gasp. He wasn't taking any prisoners and she loved it. "Ooh fuck me, fuck me hard, as hard as you want! Use my pussy, Mr Smith, do what you what to me." His thrusts seemed to increase at her words. Harder and faster he fucked her. She couldn't speak for pleasure and for lack of breath. He slowed a little and she managed to grab some deeper breaths before he pulled out and took her by the hand. in his other hand he picked up a pillow. He led her to a chest of drawers, put the pillow on top and gestured her to sit. "Miss Jones, I really like to fuck standing up. One of my favourites." "Please, Mr Smith, I'm happy to have your cock stuffed into my pussy in any way you wish." He started slowly, sliding his cock deep into her pussy. He gradually withdrew until only the tip was still inside her. Then he slid back in, a little quicker. Soon he was plunging his cock in and out, his hands on her widely spread legs, using the muscles of his legs to fuck her. He was fucking her so well, so satisfyingly, she thought, she could happily have sat there getting fucked for the rest of her life, no problem. He built up a little more speed and energy in that position but after a little longer he stopped: "Miss Jones, I am about to grant your request. The job interview is almost over. Kneel on the bed with your toes on the edge. You're going to get your last fucking of the day." She quickly positioned herself ready for him, offering her arse to him. She wanted him more than ever now. "Mr Smith, I thought I'd already got the job?" "Well I said that to relax you, but frankly your nipples are gorgeous, your tits are lovely, you suck cock like an angel, your pussy tastes delicious and fucking you is a delight. Of course you've got the job. Now take it from behind and please continue to talk dirty." He held her hips and fucked her. No subtlety, just fucking. banging her hard. Feeling his hips against her buttocks, feeling his balls slapping against her, but most of all his relentless cock. Never tiring always probing deep into her welcoming cunt. She couldn't get enough of it, she felt as if she was sucking him into her, willing him to fuck her some more. She couldn't stop her feelings from bursting out. "Oh Mr Smith fuck me hard; fuck me so hard I never forget your cock. Fuck me fuck me fuck me! I want your come inside me again. Fuck me harder until you come. Harder! Harder! Fuck me so hard I can't speak. I'm still talking Mr Smith so you're not fucking me hard enough. Harder! Harder! Oh God yes. Yes, yes!" She could only gasp now as each fuck stroke seemed to knock the breath out of her. His motion in and out of her was a blur and built to a crescendo, and then finally he was done. All over, spurting into her, a muttered "Oh Miss Jones!" and she felt him withdraw and collapse on the bed beside her. "Mr Smith, that was the best fuck of my life!" "I'm very pleased to hear it. I must say you've been everything I hoped for in a PA, and more. I think we should say 9.00 Monday morning for your new job?" |
My name is Jason and here is my story. This is my first time writing in this manner so it probably won't come out the way I want it to. If that is the case, then I'm sorry. I'm a 22-year-old guy in college. This should be the time of my life. I'm living in the dorms, I'm away from my parents and I can do pretty much whatever I want. Well it isn't. I'm not saying my life is horrible, but it is nowhere I'd like it to be. You see I don't have a girlfriend. You are probably saying, big deal not every guy has a girlfriend. Ok you're right, but I have never had a girlfriend. In all my 22 years, I've never dated a girl. I'm not a total freak, although I wouldn't call myself the best looking guy on campus. My main problem has got to be my shyness. I am a total dud when it comes to girls. I can barely talk to them other than to get the assignment in class. It is almost as if I wasn't born with the gene to talk and flirt with them. It sucks and I got to find a way to get over it. This story isn't supposed to depress you, but mainly to inform you of what a shy single virgin does to satisfy his sexual desires. If I could sum up my whole sex life in one word, it would be masturbation. I'm guessing this isn't too big a surprise for anyone. My first time I masturbated it was due to me thinking of a really hot girl in one of my classes. I basically didn't know about masturbation or sex and once I got this feeling in my cock I instinctively began humping my pillow. The first time was a mixed bag. It felt awesome. The best feeling that I've had in a long time. I was also confused. I was specifically confused about the stuff in my underwear. What the heck was that stuff? I initially thought it was urine, but after further experiments I deduced that it wasn't. Thus began my wacking off career. I had to have more and by golly I got more. I was a maniac at wacking off. I also wanted to know more stuff about sex and by accident I came across a book in the public library about sex. I read it with fascination. All my questions were answered. I was totally normal even though at first I thought I was the first to discover masturbation. Another time at the library I found a book that changed me even more. It was a book by Nancy Friday called, Men In Love. It was a collection of letters from men about their sexual fantasies. It had every kind of sexual fantasy that a guy could have. It had stuff on straight sex; masturbation, homosexuality, incest, some weird sci fi crap and a whole lot more. I'm kind of ashamed to say it, but I used to masturbate in the public library while reading the book. All I had to do was just sit on the chair a certain way and move back and forth and I'd get off. I don't want to give you the impression that all I did was go to library and wack off to books. I had friends, loved sports, went to youth group and had a relatively normal life. I'm just focusing on one aspect of it. They say the normal guy wacks off anywhere from once a week to twice daily. Over the years I've pretty consistently wacked off two to three times a day. I've done it in a lot of different places too. Most of the time it is in the bathroom on the toilet or once I got a computer in my room. I've also wacked off in many of public bathroom. I've done it in church, and even in the classroom. You are probably wondering how I pulled the last one off. It is pretty much the same way as I did it in the library. I remember one time where I was in a study group and this absolutely beautiful girl was right in front of me. She was a hottie. She was also wearing a pretty low cut top where you could see her breasts when she bent down. Needless to say, she bend down quite a lot one day and my pants got filled quickly. Nobody was the wiser, although I always was afraid of getting caught. I even once wacked off in a woman's restroom. It was evening at my college and hardly anyone was around. I was getting horny as usual and had a wild idea. I decided to sneak real quickly into a woman's bathroom, enter a stall and masturbate. Well I did. I felt so naughty being in there. The wall even had sexual writing on it like in a men's bathroom. One of them asked for another girl to join her man for a threesome. To make a long story short, a lady walked in and went to the bathroom and I proceeded to have one of the biggest orgasms ever. I eventually snuck back out and no one knew I was there. In the beginning my normal sexual stimuli were certain books, the Sears catalogue, and my imagination from my days adventure admiring the ladies. Then came the one thing that changed everything. What is that one thing? The Internet! You all know where I'm going with this. Porn. That's right, porn. I had a crappy Mac computer that could barely download pictures, but I was still able to have the patience to wait for those awesome pictures of naked beauties. Today I'm in the dorms and that means I have access to a T1 line. I can get pictures of hot naked women in a blink of an eye. This is indeed a dangerous time. Internet porn has opened up a whole new chapter in my masturbation saga. Usually every day I go to my regular sports and e-mail sites and after that when I'm alone I explore the red light district of the World Wide Web. In this new world I have been introduced to Jenna Jameson's ample tits, Nikki Nova's smooth ass and many amateur college co-eds posing for the camera. Like most red-blooded males, lesbians are dear to my heart. I scour the thumbnail galleries for pic after pic of hot naughty blondes with their tongues deep into the dripping wet pussies of their best friend. Literotica and web sites like it gave me the opportunity to read about women's first time lesbian experiences. One of the kinky things I enjoy finding on the Internet has to do with incest. Not so much pictures as they are usually fake, but the erotica. While I'm not interested at all in my own mother, I do like to read about the exploits of a young nubile son and his recently divorced mother. Or the slutty daughter that seduces daddy to get what she wants. My main incest fantasy is between mother and daughter. This kind is not as abundant as the ones mentioned, but they get me going in no time. I've even taken it upon myself to write some mother- daughter fiction. Another type of porn I am increasingly enjoying is gay porn. That's right, sex between two men. In real life, men hold very little interest for me, but online it is all about getting off and the thought of a taboo subject such as homosexuality gets my motor running. I enjoy stroking my cock to images of two men kissing and fondling each other's muscular bodies. I love to watch short gay movie clips of men sucking each other's long hard dicks. The view of a nice bubble butt ass gets my cock jumping. Reading about different men's experiences gets me so hot that it I'll cum in no time. One time was viewing a site that listed the places gay men go for some action. I clicked my city and browsed through the different spots. One play guys got together was at my college in one of the restrooms. It just so happens that I had a class that semester in that very building. One day I was getting a little turned on by a female classmate and decided to head to the bathroom to take care of business. Once in the stall, I whipped out my cock and began stroking. Through the crack of the stall door I see eyes. Just like the website said, this man stood in the doorway watching me wack off waiting for me to invite him in. Being the pussy I am, I got scared and stopped. He soon left and I had a little bit of regret in not taking the man up on his offer. Another fantasy I have is similar to gay porn. I am a big fan of she-males or Transsexuals. I've already told you that I love the female form, add a cock to that and I'd be a happy man. This is one fantasy that I wouldn't mind trying once in my life. It's always been a fantasy to suck a nice cock at least one time in my life. To run my tongue across the tip and slide my lips over the shaft. To taste the epitome of manhood would be awesome. The only way I'd ever get the courage enough to do it would probably be with a tranny. Cybersex. Like most compulsive masturbators, I've done this as well. I started my experience on AOL when I came across one of the many seedy chat rooms they have. I tried to pick up on women, but to no avail. It is pretty sad, but even online I suck at talking to women. So I turned to the gay chat rooms to see if I could have any better luck. With so many horny men, of course I was able to find someone. We'd describe each and every sexual act we wanted to do to each other. Lots of "ohhhh, ahhhhh, yessss". The session would usually end when one of us climaxed. Wham bam thank you man! The next level of cybersex came when I discovered Yahoo's chat rooms. Not only were they seedier, but also you could make up a couple different nicknames to chat with. If there are any women reading this, yes I am one of those guys that pretends to be a female. Once in my cyber-female form, I'd travel to the lesbian rooms and try my luck. Women after women chatted and cybered with me. It was awesome. Later on, I'd find a pic of a cute lady and put it on my profile. This increased the number of ladies willing to "chat". I'd also get tons of guys bugging me for cyber. I can tell you that there are a lot of guys with little or no social skills online like myself when it comes to girls. It is pretty pathetic and I sympathize with the ladies. When I was bored I'd cyber with these poor dudes. One time as a "lady" I got a message from some girl asking if I was interested in a threesome. I check the girls profile and she was a really a nice looking lady. We chat some more and she begins telling me about her boyfriend. I didn't really care about him, but from the stuff she was telling me, something was not right. I started piecing things together and realized that she might be talking about my old high school friend. She then sends me her boyfriend's profile and sure enough it is he. His pic is up and everything. I also get the feeling that I'm not talking to his girlfriend either, but actually my friend. I feel weird doing this, but I continue to chat with him/her. I try to make sure it is really my friend I'm talking to. He/she chats some more and the way the conversation is going, I am now sure I'm talking to my friend. My friend is pressuring me to come down and meet the two of them. He even sends me a couple naked photos of his girl. She is definitely a looker. He wants to cyber. I'm kind of aroused at this point and curious how far my friend will go. Since my friend is pretending to be a lady, I have no problem saying how I want to suck on her hard nipples and finger her pussy. My friend tries to bring himself into the mix. "She" asks me what I'd like to do to her boyfriend. This is where I draw the line and pretend I'm mostly a lesbo. I tell "her" that I'm not too interested in him, but I'd love to come see her for a little fun. Of course we are two men pretending to be women and that just isn't going to happen. It's kind of funny when I look back at it. My friend will never know that he cybered and shot a load with a one of his male friends. The last thing I'm going to talk about is the conflict between this taboo lifestyle I lead and what I believe about pornography and lust. You see I happen to be a Christian. I sincerely believe that my lusting and compulsive masturbating is wrong. I know many of you are rolling your eyes about now, but I'm not trying to preach. This conflict is between what my flesh wants (instant gratification) and what God wants. Obviously by writing this at this site I'm currently choosing my flesh. I'm not saying that masturbation is wrong, but I do believe that when you take it to the level I have it is. Although no one would guess that it affects my life, there are things that I'd like to do that I never get to because of the desire to wack off. Things like reading a book, creating my own website, learning how to cook, and so on. You could probably label me a sexual addict even though I'm a virgin. My goal is to cut my wacking off from 2 to 3 times a day to a couple times a week and maybe even eventually stop completely. Moderation is key in anything that is pleasurable. I know that this has been one long ramble. I hope it gave you an insight into my life. I'm hoping some people can relate to some of the things I've done and felt. Drop a note if you feel so inclined. Read some of my other stories too. I got to go and wack off. Thanks! Joachim came home tonight at around 12:45AM. A sliver of light escaped from under the door, but the entire apartment seemed dark and asleep. This was pretty surprising, considering that his wife had instituted an unsaid law stating that every unattended light must be turned off. But Joachim was tipsy enough not to care as he quietly keyed the entrance, which he embarrassingly struggled with due to the alcohol in his brain. The sound of padded footsteps approached, and Joachim watched his eighteen- year-old stepdaughter lean against the doorway of the living-room like a disappointed wife. Her nightgown was sizes too large for her, yet Joachim could perfectly trace the outlines of her body with his bare eyes. He quickly averted his gaze and sighed. What the fuck was his wife thinking when she brought Hanna into this family? Hanna, of all the damned children she could find. Hanna, with the bluest of eyes and nicest of smiles. Joachim could barely restrain himself from flirting with her that Christmas night after his stint as an overseas military man, looking like his personal Christmas gift with her charm and youth. "Hi," Hanna greeted softly, "You're home." She eagerly helped him out of his coat, and Joachim caught a whiff of her scent that roused something in his stomach. If he had the courage to admit to himself that he would be lusting after his stepdaughter, he would never have moved his family into this modest apartment that left no room for space instead of living in two different cities and only visiting on the weekends, something that Joachim personally did not mind after years of separation from his family. "Want me to fix a drink for you?" Hanna asked and playfully added, "Or did you have enough already?" Joachim snorted at the jibe and shook his head. This was why he liked Hanna. She was never like his wife to begin with, and Joachim wondered if that was the reason why she adopted her, to have someone similar to him around for her children. "Hennessy on rocks as usual?" Hanna peeked out of the kitchen door, and Joachim nodded at her. He could hear the tinkling of the bottles and glasses from the living-room couch as he settled comfortably. In a few minutes, Hanna was beside him with his drink. "Why aren't you asleep?" Joachim asked and sipped the cognac, relishing how it hotly coursed through his throat. Sitting down beside him, Hanna shrugged and played with one of his cigarettes, before she offered one to him. Joachim allowed her to place it between his lips and light it with a match. In return, he gave her a drink of the cognac. Her coughs were less prominent now. "You seemed exhausted today," Hanna commented as she crossed her legs at the knee, "rough day at work?" Joachim hummed and recounted his day. He had about five meetings today, and that, coupled with paperwork, had taken a toll on a him. A typically busy day was what he called it. "Makes me feel sad sometimes that you need to go through that for us," his precious stepdaughter said in dead seriousness, and Joachim frowned as he stroked her hair. He did not mean to cause her to feel guilty. It was not as if it were her fault that he was in this situation. "No," Joachim began, trying to find the correct words, "I enjoy providing for you." Hanna chortled lightly in response, and Joachim rubbed his thumb against her smooth cheek. He really wanted to have her at that point, but he inhaled hard on his cigarette instead in an attempt to burn away the emotions. "Hey, I have something to show you," Hanna burst with sudden excitement, and her eyes brightened, "I read it in a book I picked up in the library." She jolted up from her seat with youthful energy and skipped around the couch. Joachim asked her where she was headed, but she did not reply. Then, Joachim felt hands on his shoulders. "It's supposed to help you relax," Hanna murmured as her fingers moved against the muscles at the back of his neck. On the contrary, Joachim stiffened. His desires, magnified by alcohol, were beginning to drive him insane. He flushed as Hanna massaged him. Some of his nerves loosened, but something else hardened noticeably. "What book did you even read?" His voice broke, and he coughed, "I don't think you should be reading those kinds of books." The last line was unasked for, but Hanna, apparently, found it hilarious. She leant close to his ear and whispered: "you don't have to hide it, I know that happens." Joachim bit his lip and exhaled hard through his nose, his heartbeat quick. Light kisses were on the side of his face, and he made a distressed sound at the back of his throat as he stopped the hands working on his shoulders with one of his own. He needed it to stop. He needed a fucking cold shower. He most definitely did not need his stepdaughter staring deep into his eyes. "Was I doing something wrong?" She asked, her bottom lip trembled. This was perhaps her first time touching a man, and Hanna, as always, was keen to do her very best. Joachim paused and shook his head reluctantly. His brain was processing too much strands of thought. "Do you feel better?" Hanna added in a concerned tone, her touches gentler. She sounded unsure and timid, yet, ironically, determined. The dilation of her pupils coupled with her heavy eyelids told Joachim that she knew what was coming or, if she did not expect anything tonight, she, at the very least, wanted him as much as he wanted her. In a brief pause in time, Joachim kissed her, soft and fast enough that she could very well run and pretend that this never happened. When Joachim retracted, he could see the surprise painted on her face. Yet, she did not run, instead she leant into Joachim to kiss him. Her lips moulded against his with obvious inexperience. Despite this, Joachim moaned as he guided her with a hand at the back of her head. "I want to try something else," Hanna said breathlessly when they parted, and Joachim cocked his head. He did not want something else. He wanted to taste Hanna, to shove his tongue further into her mouth, to kiss her so hard that she would be thinking about him the entire day in school later in the morning. "I read about this too," Hanna admitted with a smile as she knelt in front of Joachim, "a lot of people seem to love it." Her fingers shakily undid his belt and unhooked the button. Joachim studied her obsessively, noting how she trembled slightly when she pulled his erection out of his pants, wondering when she began having such feelings for him, thinking why he allowed her to do this, worrying if his family would walk down the staircase behind them to see this incriminating spectacle. But his apprehension was forgotten when Hanna stared at the erection in her hands with her mouth dropped open. It was an amusing sight, truth be told, and Joachim snickered lowly, before humming encouragingly when Hanna tentatively stroked him. Soon, she gained enough confidence to wrap her hand fully around him in order to pump him more efficiently. "Yeah, that's right," Joachim whispered appreciatively, "you're doing well." Tiny gasps peppered his words and breaths. Consumed by pleasure, Joachim relaxed and slumped down the his seat, only to perk up again when he felt something wet and warm on his erection. "Can I use my mouth?" Hanna asked when she noticed how her stepfather was staring down her, "it was what I wanted to show you." Her last statement was rushed as if she thought that Joachim needed to hear the reason of why she was going to use her mouth on him. In response, Joachim nodded and shivered when she took him into her mouth. Although painfully unskilled, she tried her best to swallow him fully, causing her to gag and cough rather violently. Her cheeks flushed, but she looked up to Joachim with an apologetic and steadfast expression. Licking the crown of his cock, Hanna wrapped her lips around him again and bobbed her head, this time she made use of her hands as well. "Fuck," Joachim cursed, his breathing shallow. He did not know if it were the sight itself, the sensation, or her persistence that made him whimper ever so often. He squeezed his eyes shut as he took in the pleasure and unconsciously tangled his fingers into her hair. His limbs shook. "Papa," Hanna muttered as if she remembered something important, pre-cum dripped down her chin and her lips were red from use, "Do you want to see me naked? That's what they do." Joachim did not have the time to ask who the they she was pertaining to, since Hanna was already shaking off the nightgown, and, thereby, preoccupying his thoughts with her naked form. Hell, she was slender and tight, her breast perky and her stomach flat. Joachim nearly drooled from the sight of her. She must have seen this, for she blushed and shyly took his hand to place it onto her breast. She glanced up to him for approval, before she straddled and kissed him. It was then when Joachim snapped, when he brought her down to lie on her back on the couch. She looked too good to not make love to. "Papa?" Hanna mewled as Joachim kissed, licked, and sucked at her neck, "Please." Her core was sopping wet, and she still held his hand over her breast as if she were afraid that he would stop. Joachim nodded and kissed her reassuringly as he slipped himself into her tight orifice slowly. "Papa, it hurts!" She cried out suddenly, wincing and jerking herself away from him, sweat beaded on her brow. Comfortingly, Joachim hushed her and pushed the rest of himself inside as he pressed kisses on her neck. He felt the wrecks of her sobs and kissed her forehead to calm her down. "You have to hold on for the first few times, okay?" He said, and she nodded. When he started moving, she clenched his shirt in her fist and bit down on her lip to prevent herself from crying as Joachim thrusted in and out of her slowly. Frustration was beginning to build in the pits of his stomach, and, eventually, Joachim quickened his pace, causing his stepdaughter to gasp and rock herself against him. She grinned at him when their eyes met, before she kissed him on the mouth hungrily. Joachim moaned into the kiss, his hips snapping in their own accord into the heat. "Does... does this feel good?" Hanna asked between gritted teeth, her fingers clawed down his back, "It feels so good to me." Joachim laughed softly and nodded. Only Hanna would be asking such questions in the middle of sex. Her walls contracted around his length, and Joachim, briefly, lost his cool and grunted loudly. Below him, Hanna threw her head back in a silent scream as she peaked. Her body shook with the tremors of her orgasm, and Joachim could barely stop his own. "I...," Hanna began and broke off with a gasp, "you're pulsing." Her eyes were wide with surprise. This was perhaps unmentioned in the book she had read. Whimpering, she hooked her legs around his waist and shivered through another peak, making Joachim curse as he struggled to hold himself in before he could make the mistake of finishing inside her. Pausing to calm Hanna down, Joachim whined deeply and disentangled from her grasp to bring himself to orgasm. His hand worked on his cock in familiar strokes, and his stomach rippled in the brink of his peak. Then, warmth enveloped him again, and Joachim moaned as he came hard into her mouth. Hanna sucked and bobbed her head until the last drop of his orgasm. "Are you feeling better?" Hanna asked when he collapsed on the couch in exhaustion. She waited for his answer patiently as Joachim tried to catch his breath. His body was still quivering from pleasure. "Yes, Hanna," he replied weakly with a smile and another kiss on her lips. He could have gone another round if he were younger, but, at his forties, he needed time to recuperate, which he hoped to do on this couch with Hanna holding him close. The exhaustion of his day at work and sex began to set in, and his eyes drooped without his meaning to. "Papa, you can't sleep here looking like this," Hanna commented, "Mama will be angry with you." Joachim would not have cared, but Hanna was already off, dashing up the staircase and down again. The next moment he opened his eyes, she stood in front of him, the nightgown haphazardly draped around her. In her hands were a towel and clothes. "Here, Mama is asleep, so I got them out of the laundry instead," she explained, and Joachim thanked her gingerly. His limbs were tired, and all he wanted to do was sleep; but that was something his stepdaughter did not allow him to do as she tapped him relentlessly on his shoulder to get him to wake up. "I'll help you get in the shower, Papa, I promise," she said tenderly, "You don't have to worry about falling asleep in there." Joachim snorted, but he followed, nevertheless. As they went pass the bedroom door that he shared with his wife, Joachim swallowed the lump of apprehension in the base of his throat. How the fuck would he act tomorrow? |
Kristen thrashed around the bed, tossing and turning, a light sheen of perspiration coating her tanned, toned body. A sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob, escaped her lips as she submitted to the dream. Although you couldn't see it, her eyes were rapidly darting back and forth beneath her eyelids, the product of the deep REM sleep that controlled her writhing form. Anyone watching her as she tossed and turned could see her agitated state, or perhaps, excited state would be a better description. She was breathing rapidly as evidenced by her rising and falling chest. Her voluptuous, surgically enhanced breasts lay encased in a thin white tank top that had ridden up on her stomach, baring the sun tattoo that encircled her pierced navel. Her nipples were angry, so hard that they threatened to tear through the fabric of her inconsequential T-shirt, which was way too flimsy to hide her blood-engorged areole. Her legs were those of a runner — tanned and firm — and at the moment they were entwined in the sheet, one outside the covers, and the other hopelessly tangled in the mess of bed coverings. She squeezed her thighs together tightly as if she were repulsing an invader and then abruptly flipped over onto her stomach, opening her legs and pressing her pubis against the mattress. Her white-lace panties had ridden up the crack of her ass, pulling the fabric around her pubic area tightly against her. You could see the muscles of her ass flex as she subconsciously thrust against the balled up sheet between her legs. She abruptly flipped back over, this time wide awake, and let out a moan of frustration, slamming her fists down onto the mattress. "Aaaagggh!" she groaned. "If my husband doesn't get home soon, I'm going to mount a telephone pole." She smiled to herself at that word picture, deciding that maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea. "After all, the neighbors might get the wrong idea." She glanced at the clock beside the bed. It read 2 a.m., and this was the third time this week she had woken up in a state of shall we say "exasperation." As she lay there wondering if she should try to go back to bed, her fingers trailed down to the juncture between her legs and confirmed what she already knew. "Yep! They're soaked." Her panties were so wet, either from sweat or "something" else, that they were almost transparent. If one cared to look, he or she would be afforded a clear view of her nearly hairless nether regions. Kristen toyed with the idea of toying with herself, but decided to get on the computer and see if her hubby was online and available for some late-night video chat sex. "Why masturbate alone when you can masturbate with someone?" she always said. Her husband, Jason, traveled a lot with his job; hence, her seemingly constant state of horniness. He wouldn't be home for two more days. Before stepping into her home office, she detoured by the kitchen and grabbed an already-opened bottle of chardonnay from the fridge and a wine glass from the cupboard. Padding back to her office in bare feet, panties and tank top, Kristen chuckled at the thought that someone might pick just that moment to glance through the window and see the nearly naked woman strutting through her living room. "Let 'em look," she thought, more than just a little proud of her body. Sure, it wasn't all completely natural, but she looked damn good, and most of it was due to hard work. Kristen hadn't always been the toned, sculpted beauty she was now. Just a few short years ago she was dramatically overweight and decidedly unattractive. Then she met Jason. Jason was a fitness nut who looked as good naked as he did in clothes. Surprisingly, though, he did not look down on her because of her weight. In fact, he seemed to innately recognize the inner beauty that lurked beneath her plain plump exterior. Truth be told, Kristen had been damaged goods. Growing up with an alcoholic father, she had, as they say, "issues." Her over-eating problem was the direct result of trying to control her world when, as a child, she had had no control over her drunken father's tirades that ripped her self-esteem to shreds. Jason had changed that. His steadfast love had finally convinced her to trust. It took years, but eventually, she was able to open up emotionally to him and let him see her for who she really was — flaws and all — and to her delight, he was still deeply and madly in love with her. She didn't really understand it, but the experience was liberating. That, coupled with her father's longtime sobriety and her renewed relationship with him, put Kristen in a place she had never been before — a loving, healthy relationship with a chance to really grow as a person. With that foundation, she turned her attention to her appearance. Yes, Jason loved her just as she was, but she didn't love herself that way. One day, she asked Jason if he would take her to the gym with him. He agreed and even lined up a personal trainer for her to work with — a woman named Rachel. Kristen also scheduled an appointment with a dietician to learn how to control and improve her eating habits. Through discipline and sacrifice she began to steadily drop the weight and get in shape. Little did Jason realize that he had created a monster. Ironically, her mildly obsessive compulsive behavior came in handy when it came to exercise and dieting. It helped her get to the gym five days a week and lay off the comfort foods. Eighteen months later, she had lost 75 pounds, but she was shocked to realize that her skin, instead of being tight and firm, now sagged over her much- reduced belly. In addition, her once plump breasts were now decidedly smaller and gravity was taking its toll. Turning to the Internet, she began researching plastic surgery, and with the support of Jason, scheduled a breast augmentation and tummy-tuck procedure to complete her transformation. Recovery from the surgery took much longer than she anticipated, but when all was said and done, she had a killer body, especially for a woman in her late 30s. The sun tattoo around her navel — an open circle with rays extending out in all directions —had been her gift to herself for all she had accomplished, and Jason was thrilled by the sexy design and how she was now more willing to wear sexy (but tasteful) clothes when they went out. "Heck, after spending $10,000 on that body, I want to show it off," he said half-jokingly. Kristen poured herself a glass of wine, plopped down in her desk chair and propped a long leg on her desk. The cool air in the room reminded her that she was still damp "down there." She launched iChat to see if Jason was online. He was on the East Coast this week, so the chances of him still being up this late were small, but she kept her fingers crossed. When Jason had first taken the job as a software trainer, he had purchased a second iSight video camera so that he and Kristen could communicate visually when he was away from home. The little camera was great for staying in touch. They could video chat in real time, and he often said that just seeing her helped make the long time away bearable. Of course, they occasionally did a little more than just chat, she recalled, smiling to herself. The software launched quickly, but she was dismayed to see that Jason's name in her buddy list was grayed out, meaning he wasn't online. "Curses," she said out loud. "Foiled again!" quoting a line from one of her favorite cartoons she watched as a kid. Kristen decided to go with Plan B. She launched her Web browser and typed in literotica.com. Clicking on the "Stories and Pics" link, she perused the general topics. "What am I in the mood for?" she asked herself. As she began going down the list, one of the first items caught her eye. "Anal?" She felt her body flush at the idea. She and Jason had tried that a couple of times early on in their relationship, but she didn't like it and was reluctant to try again. Still, the thought of such a nasty deed made her a little weak in the knees. Besides, reading about it is different from actually doing it. "No, not tonight," she decided. She continued to scan the list: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex... hmmm? A few on the list did nothing for her. Gay Male, Nonconsensual, Incest/Taboo... "Yuck," she thought. "What a turn off." "Lesbian Sex," she decided. "I'm in the mood for a delicate touch." Clicking on the Lesbian Sex link, Kristen began to scan through the titles that appeared. One of the things she liked about literotica.com was the way that each time you visited the site, you were presented with a different batch of stories from the long list of submissions. Scrolling down, she read the titles and the brief synopses. She spotted a submission by one of her favorite writers, "SelenaKittyn." She had often wondered about "SelenaKittyn." She was one of the more prolific writers on literotica, and her stories covered a wide range of topics. She and Jason had both gotten off a number of times to her work. The highest compliment, she figured, you could give to a writer of erotica. One of their favorites was a series titled "Babysitting the Baumgartners," about a young babysitter who becomes the plaything of a hot couple during a family vacation. Group sex was definitely on Kristen and Jason's fantasy list. Kristen didn't often visit literotica.com without Jason, but that's not to say that she had never done it before. She clicked on the link for the story titled "C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s." "Mmmmm," that sounds promising, she thought. She began reading a story about two college roommates discussing the inadequacies of men in the cunnilingus department and by the fifth screen, she could feel that all-too-familiar throbbing between her legs. The fingers of her left hand drifted down to her panties, and she lightly traced an outline around her labia. Using the nail of her index finger, she ran it up the length of her slit slowly until reaching her clit. As the nail grazed her sensitive bud, she quivered and felt the heat rise in her body. In the story, the carefree and open Christy was showing her shy, reserved roommate, Dawn, how to teach her boyfriend to eat pussy. Christy convinces Dawn to let her demonstrate first hand, or rather first tongue, the finer points of oral sex. It isn't long before Christy has Dawn's jeans and panties stripped off an her face buried between the shy girl's legs, making her pussy throb from the tongue-lashing she is getting from Christy. "This story is good," Kristen thought, "but I need a little help." Without taking her foot off the desk, Kristen stretched to reach over to the desk drawer and fished around inside until she found what she was looking for. Out came her hand, clutching her prize — a small pink silicone vibrator shaped like a penis. The vibrator was much smaller than a real penis — or at least much smaller than Jason's penis — but it was perfect for what she had it mind. Because of its small size, the penis vibrated at a faster rate than some of her larger dildos. Its realistic shape and ridges added to the experience. With one hand on the mouse, she allowed the other holding the dildo to drift down to her panty-clad pussy. She briefly let go of the mouse to twist the little knob on the end, which set the tiny dick a-buzzing. She kept it on a low setting at first. She was in no hurry. As the little dildo buzzed against her box, Kristen returned to the story where Christy was now seeking a little tit for tat from the at-first reluctant Dawn. _"Are you ready for your lesson?" she (Christy) murmured, grabbing a pillow and laying back on it. Her knees were up and open, and I (Dawn) could see a little glistening pink between her lips._ _"In... what?" I asked, watching her hand slide down between her legs, finding her clit._ _"Let's teach Josh (the boyfriend) how to eat pussy." She was grinning at me, her finger moving back and forth._ _Fascinated, I watched her play. She rubbed herself differently than I did when I played alone. I made fast little circles, but she used the fleshy hood in an up and down motion over the bud of her clit._ _"Is it tit for tat time?" I asked, swallowing, meeting her eyes._ Kristen leaned back in her chair a little more, spreading her legs wider to give her freer access to herself. "Oh yes," she thought. "It is definitely tit for tat time," Kristen said, really getting into the story now. Looking down at the buzzing little dynamo, she saw that her nipples were once again straining against her T-shirt. She loved how her new breasts were firm but still hung naturally on her. Her doctor was a genius. Briefly taking her hand off the mouse, she ran the back of her fingers up along her side to where the large armholes of her T-shirt allowed access to the sides of her breasts. She loved it when Jason touched her like that. Most men only focused on the nipples, but for Kristen, the sides of her breasts were the most sensitive parts — not that she didn't love it when he pressed the flat palm of his hand into her mounds and slowly rotated them around. "Oh, that felt good too," she thought. She continued her teasing touch by using her nail to circle around her right nipple, being careful not to actually touch the areola or nipple itself. She liked to build up anticipation. Round and round she went, still reading the story as she absent-mindedly drew closer and closer to her prominent nipple. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, and grasped her breast and gently squeezed. The pressure sent a electric shock through her body that seemed to end right at her cunt. She felt a new trickle of fluid slip from her and slide down the crack of her ass. Taking a second to scroll up to the next part of the story, she then slipped her hand under her T-shirt and cupped her left breast, feeling its weight by lifting it slightly. She didn't bother teasing this breast. It already knew what was coming. Instead, her fingers went straight for pay dirt, capturing that hard nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinching and rolling it — not too hard, but not too soft either. As Goldilocks would say, "Just right!" Kristen was beginning to lose interest in the story on the screen and was becoming more interested in the story the little dildo was writing on her pussy. Withdrawing her hand from her left breast, she reached down and pulled the edge of her panties aside to grant the little vibrator unencumbered access to her drooling vagina. For some reason, Kristen always felt a little nasty when she pulled her panties aside like that. It was even sexier than being completely naked. Maybe it had something to do with her teenage years when she would let boys touch her "down there," but wouldn't let them take her clothes off. She was on a mission now. She turned the vibrator to high as she continued to run the head of fake cock up and down her slit, pausing each time when it reached her clit. She now had both legs up on the desk, one on each side of the large monitor and was almost reclining in the chair. For a second, she wondered how she must look to someone watching her, and a moment of panic passed through her mind as she glanced up at the video camera, wondering if she had remembered to close the privacy shade. She had. Although, the camera wasn't supposed to transmit anything unless you were involved in a video chat, she always worried that some enterprising hacker out there might be able to tap into the camera and peek in on whatever she happened to be doing at the time. Well, if they can, they'd certainly be getting an eyeful, she thought, toying briefly with the idea of opening the privacy shade just for fun. Kristen had a touch of exhibitionism in her, but she was still a little too conservative to completely let go. Maybe someday as her confidence continued to grow. Her ministrations were having the desired effect, and she became more daring with the little dildo, allowing it to slip up inside her before popping it back out and circling it around her clit. Round and round, up and down the little device traveled, even heading as far south as her tender little anus, where the buzzing added a whole new dimension to her excitement. She may not have wanted Jason's big cock up her tight back door, but it didn't mean she didn't like a little stimulation down under. She imagined that Christy from the story was doing to her what she had been doing to Dawn. She wondered if she'd ever have the nerve to make love to a woman. She and Jason had fantasized about the possibility many times, but Kristen had long ago learned that fantasy and reality were two different things. Besides, Kristen wasn't sure she could go down on another woman. She was getting close now, but she needed both hands to finish the job. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and lifted her ass off the chair so she could slide them down. She didn't bother taking them all the way off, but rather left them midway down her thighs, stretched wide by her parted legs, which were still up on the desk. Again, she brought her little friend home and focused it on her clit as the fingers of her other hand reached under her ass to toy with her openings. She loved her hand grazing her ass as she slipped her fingers in and out of her hole and the vibrator worked its magic on her clit. She felt the familiar feeling building and knew that it wouldn't be long. She felt like such a slut lying there with her legs spread wide, frigging herself with the tiny vibrator while she fucked herself with her fingers, her hips thrusting up and down to meet the vibrator and her fingers. When the orgasm hit her, she lifted her hips off the chair, bucking and moaning as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She buried her fingers inside her sopping cunt and felt the contractions squeeze them. As the crescendo receded, her fingers slipped from her body and her ass came back to rest on the chair. She was breathing heavily and noticed that there was now a wet spot on the chair's upholstery. Well, the dog would have fun sniffing that one. She turned off the little buzzing vibrator and covered her mound with her right hand, relishing the feeling of warmth that it gave. "Ooooh! That was a good one," she thought as an aftershock rippled through body. Kristen was about to get cleaned up to return to bed, when she heard the familiar ring of the iChat software announcing an invitation to chat. "Great," she thought. "He's a little fucking late now!" But when she closed the Web browser and saw the invitation, she realized it was from her best friend, Rachel. Kristen and Rachel had been friends for several years now — ever since Rachel had become her personal trainer. Maybe it was the fact that she had always found Rachel attractive, or maybe it was the story she had just read, or maybe the fact that she was sitting there recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm, but Kristen felt a new little tingle in her groin as she went to the keyboard to accept Rachel's invitation to chat. _To be continued..._ _Okay so it's been some time since I last submitted a story but I have been dealing with University applications and such and such so here we go, this is a story I wrote about two years ago and there have been many changes, for example it was originally a historical romance, now I've made it into a Sci-Fi story, my first attempt at writing one, can you tell? Anywho Kiddywinks I hope you enjoy!_ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Maggie was late. Really late, so late that if she didn't leave the house in exactly 30 seconds she would be fired. Tugging her brush through deep auburn hair and running her palm down her voluptuously endowed figure Maggie fled out of the door. Fortunately she lived a few doors away from Pluto Aridos's home and business empire StarBuckle Fleet Ship agency. It was a large business the biggest in the whole of the third sector, StarBuckle Fleet Ship agency was named after a ranch from one thousand years ago, StarBuckle ranch had been famous during the late 19th century but Pluto Aridos one of the main bosses of the fleet federation had pulled down the remains of the old building and created this outstanding 31st century company. Maggie had to take the elevator to the top floor of the StarBuckle building this area of the building was where Aridos Senior and his family lived. There, Davies Senior pounded a slab of steak energetically. Aridos Senior was a traditional man and preferred old Earth food instead of the synthetic kind that had been invented five hundred years ago to stop the extinction of livestock. "Where is that girl!" She seethed, pounding it once more. Maggie gulped and cleared her throat. Aunt Jude looked up at the flushed face of her twenty three year old niece. Once again she hadn't bothered to comb her hair, steam her suit or polish her boots. Luckily she was a very comely girl. Men were queuing outside the door, waiting for her to grant them their wish of a beautiful wife. She had sparkling blue eyes, and a body many woman would have killed for. "I'm ever so sorry Aunt Jude." Maggie sidled by her aunt and guardian, Aunt Jude eyed the cuffs of her space suit disdainfully, noticing the tear. Just last week Jude had repaired it, their Clothing System 400 was an old machine so to stop it from packing up all together they only used it for emergencies. Aunt Jude continued to beat the meat with a vengeance, Maggie backed away slowly, straight into Donald Aridos, the owners son. Sandy blond hair curled around his neck and ears, thin lips morphed into a salacious smile. Ever since her aunt had acquired a job as a cook for Pluto Aridos, Donald had made increasingly obvious advances towards her. One's she did not appreciate. "Why Maggie Junior, aren't we late this afternoon." His fourth sector drawl was rich and vibrated through Maggie as he held onto her arms. Before Maggie could wrench them away, George Pittel, Pluto Aridos's grandson ran into the kitchen a blood stain on his left arm. "Combators!" He yelled. Maggie was pushed backwards, and held onto the side of the kitchen counter as Donald thrust the plasma gun into her aunt's hand. Remnants of his day as a Galactic soldier still lingered as he saluted before sprinting outside. Maggie was quivering, the prospect of Combators in the building were daunting, she had witnessed a Combator raid only once in her lifetime, and that was when her parents had been brutally murdered. Combators were notorious traditionalists who sought to destroy anything the New Agers preserved, since the Fourth Revolution many of the earth's population had split into two groups, those who welcomed science and those who abhorred it. Combators continued to live of the earth using its depleting resources, whereas those like Maggie, New Agers, found ways to replace and better natural resources that were extinct. Jude also appeared to be replaying the attack in her mind, when her sister-in-law and herself had been raped by the Combators, if not for her husband, Jude, herself would be dead. "Aunt Jude we have to help them." Jude shook her head, her hands trembled as Maggie pried the gun from her hands. Maggie crept out of the kitchen door and along side the corridor. She peered around the corner and had to bite her tongue. Two yards away was a Combatant, bald headed, and holding Taylor Mason's head, his body lay a few feet away. "Spirit Bear! Spirit Bear!" Maggie turned slowly and saw a Combatant woman in a short red dress, and painfully tight corset, running towards another Combatant. She was no younger than fifteen. Maggie felt a pang of guilt, seeing that the clothing she was wearing was the apparel of a woman who worked in as a whore. The man swooped down and hugged the young girl. "Shoot him!" Aunt Jude hissed. Maggie nodded aimed and fired, she watched as the ray of light sailed through his leg and he crumpled to the ground. The Combatant who had been holding the severed head turned, let out a cry and rushed towards the two women, the last thing Maggie saw was a blood stained club. *** Spirit Bear, knew he was dying. Why else could he not move, talk or even open his eyes. He could hear everything going on around him, but yet he didn't know what was happening. All he remembered was Spirit Fawn and Black Spirit Rabbit helping him onto his horse, then nothing. The fiery New Ager woman had shot him, he knew that much. He had heard his people talk of a death penalty, and all Spirit Bear thought was good riddance. He had found his sister, who they had deflowered and made into a whore. Their punishment would be the death of their own kind. However the trial could not continue until Spirit Bear was able to say 'Guilty.' Like that could happen with him so close to death. "How are you today brother?" Spirit Fawn dabbed his head affectionately with a damp cloth. The nylon tent was lowly lit, and the flap was left open to flutter in the breeze, a single tear ran down the girls face when her brother moaned in agony as she forced a concoction down his throat. The woman was tied to a tree outside and Spirit Fawn would have taken great pleasure in throwing stones at her, if only her conscious would let her. She had heard about the Davies family, who had lost everything. Especially 'Sweet' Maggie, who's parents had been killed by Second Grid Combators. Spirit Fawn knew how she felt, Second Grid Combators had also pilfered and killed most of the people of her village. "Brother Bear, when you get up and you will get up, do not allow this death sentence to go through. Maggie has lost her family to Combators, she has every right to feel hatred towards us. I beg of you do not let her die. Prove to her that we are not bad people." Spirit Bear heard his sister's pleas, the desperation in her voice and silently vowed that he would comply, he would do anything for Spirit Fawn. Even let his enemy live. Night had fallen and Maggie was released into the care of Spirit Fawn. She could feel the girls hatred engulf her like a blazing inferno. She tried making light conversation but to no avail. The river Spirit Fawn had led her to was surprisingly warm and Maggie relished the feel of water as she cleaned herself. Spirit Fawn stood by the waters edge, skimming stones across the surface. Maggie did not know how the Combatant faired and in all honesty she didn't care. It was common knowledge that Combatants were nothing but savages, they insisted on living of the land but pilfered New Age towns when all else failed. If they embraced the New Ager way of life there would be no need for such brutality, but it was useless reasoning with savages! Maggie ignored the hatred burning in the girls eyes as they walked back to the tree, day after day she had been insulted by the village people, from rock throwing to youths pissing on her legs. She knew she would die. In every culture one faced the death penalty when a warrior was injured. She wanted to know when. She had seen the skulls hanging from the poles when she had been kidnapped. Seen the skeletons. She had also seen the people's compassion, when they eased the warrior down from the pure white horse, with a shocking black mane and tail, it had surprised Maggie that there were even horse left. Maggie growled as Spirit Fawn replaced the electric cord around her neck tying her back to the tree. "Tomorrow shall be the day you get your punishment." Spirit Fawn said in stilted English. "Spirit Bear is well again." *** Maggie sat cross-legged before the Jarl, a Jarl was the name for the leader of any Combatant community from her history books Maggie could tell that these were Ninth Grid Combatants. Their ethnicity was mostly that of Old Earth Native Americans and Africans, the Jarl before her had greying hair adorned with a large head piece, cockerel feathers and that of an eagle, graced his stern, weathered face. Muscles rippled as he swept his hand over the people around him. Maggie glanced upwards and was quickly knocked around the head by a wooden cane. A woman stood beside her, jade and onyx, graced her slender neck and surprisingly slender body, though Maggie could tell she was well over fifty. "So this is the New Ager, who almost killed the son of Jarl Spirit Hawk." Maggie gulped. The Jarl's son?! Oh no, I'm in big trouble, she cursed herself silently. "Spirit Bear what do you have to say?" The people hushed quickly, their eyes adorned the fearless warrior. Maggie once again tried to steal a glance but was rewarded with a knock on the head. Spirit Bear cleared his throat and started speaking in Old English, unfortunately for Maggie she didn't understand a word of it, as New Agers only spoke Universal English. "It has come to my attention, that the New Age woman was wronged by our brothers... the Second Grid Combatants." That was the only word Maggie understood, and from the gasps and obvious curses, it would appear these people, feared to be the most brutal hated them. Just as Maggie hated them and all Combatants. "Then what, Spirit Bear is her punishment?" "She should live among us as a Combatant." "Never!" "She is the enemy!" All around her people stood up, in out rage. "Silence!" The Jarl yelled, banging his staff onto the ground. He looked at his son and shook his head. "The penalty is death." Spirit Hawk sat down as did everyone else. Except Spirit Bear. He stood above his father, his arms folded defiantly across his chest. There was a hushed silence of disbelief. "I will not have it." For a moment it looked like Spirit Hawk was about to lay a blow upon his son, instead with a sly grin he said. "So be it. My son shall marry the New Age woman." Spirit Bear looked shocked, but hid it quickly; he would not have his people think he was a coward. *** "So I won't die then?" Maggie asked carefully as Spirit Fawn picked at the wedding dress, Maggie cringed at the Old Earth monstrosity, body suits were far more practical than a piece of cloth. "Instead I shall marry a savage!" Maggie clamped her lips shut as Spirit Fawn sent her a cold look. "I didn't..." "My brother is no savage, he rescued me from your peoples savagery." Spirit Fawn seethed, throwing the dress at Maggie, she would not have her people belittled by an emotionless shell as this New Ager who nothing of their ways. As gracefully as any princess she stormed out of the hut. When will I learn to shut my mouth? She asked herself wistfully. She was to be married to a man she hardly knew, whom she was destined to hate for the rest of her life. Although she had only heard good things about Spirit Bear, he was a savage, for only a savage would allow his fellow man to kill someone so ruthlessly. A wailing erupted into the serene ambient of the village. Maggie abandoned the dress and peeked out of the hut. There she saw the bald headed Combatant who had killed Taylor. Behind him stood the Jarl and a few other men. A noose swung from a branch and a woman who appeared to be his wife cried with anguish. "You should go inside, he will be punished for the death of the New Ager." Came a voice, but Maggie didn't know what it meant, for it was Old English, the voice of the Combatant prince. Spirit Bear had never seen anything as beautiful as the New Ager woman, who's name was Maggie. Her hair was as red as the setting sun and her eyes were as blue as the depths of the healing pool. Maggie turned afraid of what she would see. He smiled grimly. Her legs wobbled and she grasped onto the wooden door of the hut. He was tall, taller than most, defined pecks and strong arms, he had powerful thighs clad in jeans. Straight coal black hair reached his waist, plumb lips thinned into a frown as her eyes roved over his body, finally they settled on his eyes. Grey, like the sky after a storm. Not brown not black, but grey. He was beautiful, his dark skin was taunt over his muscles and strong hands pushed her into the small building. He stood by the doorway, watching as she slumped onto the floor. Looking again at her fiancé she thought maybe marriage to him wouldn't be so bad. *** The day started of sunny and the Witch Doctor insisted that it was a good thing. Ha, Spirit Bear once again fiddled with his shirt. He never usually wore one. He preferred the sun beating down on his naked torso, but today he had to appear less like an animal. "Here son." Said his mother Spirit Wren, a small black woman with braided hair that met her shoulders and the same stormy eyes as his, she placed a gold pendant, a ring, arm band and head dress into his large palms. Jades and rubies were encrusted into the fine jewelery. Spirit Bear could feel his heart hammering against his chest as she had just given him her bridal jewels. There was a small procession waiting outside, laden with gifts for the future Jarl. Spirit Fawn peered through the flap, her own heart constricted as she saw her brother, his lean body clad in martial attire, she never thought her brother would marry, but there he was. She turned towards Maggie Davies. A band of jasmine graced her head, she wore a traditional white wedding dress that swept her ankles. "You look beautiful sister." Spirit Fawn, wiped the tear that escaped her lids. "My brother will protect you." Maggie nodded, as she walked to the people awaiting her, Maggie said goodbye to her freedom. That night everyone cursed the Witch Doctor, for a thunder storm had rolled in. Usually she was the one to tell them of the weather approaching. It would appear she was in too much of a festive mood to tap into her power of prediction. "The horses will get away!" Black Spirit Rabbit boomed. The women and children ran into their huts and bungalow's. Maggie was happy for the distraction. Was she expected to give her body to the Combatant. For one they hadn't run any test to see if they were sexually compatible, who knew what kind of diseases he had. She didn't know how long she had huddled in front of the rusting heater, but the next flash of lightning revealed a menacing figure. Before she could scream, Spirit Bear shook himself spraying water everywhere, Maggie was about to laugh when she realised he was the enemy. He caught her eye and smiled, she flinched away from him as he came closer. He picked her up and pressed her towards his rock hard chest. Maggie flailed kicking and screaming obscenities. "Get away you beast!" Spirit Bear looked into her distressed eyes and laid her onto the cot, and brought a blanket around her shivering body. Carefully he settled on a mattress that he had placed by the door. It took Maggie a while to realise that he was sleeping. A swell of indignation burst through her. How dare he! How dare he not consummate their marriage! Maggie sighed deeply. Was she that unappealing? Her own husband wouldn't touch her. Husband. The word seemed so right in her mind, but that couldn't be. It couldn't. Maggie slept repeating the words 'Spirit Bear is my husband' over and over again in her head. |
Darling, I want to make love... But this time, I thought we could try something a little bit different... I want to do all the "work." I wanted to pleasure you... Try not to move voluntarily, except for accessibility movement, until you are shifting us into a final position, so that you can penetrate me, just before you climax... I am sitting up in our bed... With my back against the headboard, naked... You are naked and laying on a long body pillow across my lap... The pillow is there to raise your whole body up, so that I have full access, without either one of us struggling to maintain a position... As we begin, your head is directly under my breasts; and they are just above your face... Open your mouth, baby... I'm putting my left nipple in your mouth... The whole nipple, as if you were a nursing baby... And you do nurse, with varying degrees of pressure... Until my pussy starts to twitch; and I am on the verge of coming... I moan in pleasure, as you continue the blissful torture... Nope, you put that hand down... No, massaging, this time, remember?... I deliberately bear down, and let my legs squeeze together, hard... To encourage the orgasm that wants to come... You can feel slight movement, under your body... As I push and relax... Push and relax... Push... By the third push, there is no relaxing, because I am cuming... You feel my body shudder beneath you; and you suck just a little harder and bite down slightly, as I slip over the edge... We both moan, as I give into the first of what will be many orgasms tonight... While I am still coming down from the height of the orgasm, I use my hands to press up on your shoulders, a signal that I want you to slide up... When you're still again, your broad shoulders are accessible for kissing... So I do... I reach across your body... And grip your upper arm, pulling you slightly toward me... You follow my lead, and turn partially on your side, so that I can reach the shoulder that is farthest away from my body... Once I have worked my way up to your neck, you relax back onto the pillow, once again, flat on your back... Kisses continue across your chest... These are not closed mouth little kisses... I am letting my tongue play, over the areas that it touches... As I work my way downward, I pause, deliberately, to suck on your nipples, and let my tongue play there... In fact, I play there, until you moan... I am going so slowly... And we are so in tune with each other... That you don't need any more signals... You just keep moving up a little bit of time... As I work my way down your body... By the time I reach your navel, and stop to suckle... I notice that your erection is growing... It seems that with each kiss and each caress, your dick gets longer and thicker... Automatically, you reach down to grip your dick and start massaging... But I stop you... "No, baby... Just relax and breathe... Let me do this... Let my hands and my body pleasure you... Breathe, just breathe... " My kisses continue... But when I reach your scrotum, I stop.... "Slide all the way up, baby... I want to move to your feet and work my way up... And that was a moan of frustration mixed with anticipation... Because I am deliberately lengthening this blissful torture... And I see that other things are lengthening too." I start with your toes... Your feet, your ankles, your shins, your knees, your calves... I even place kisses on the inside of your legs... All the way up... I don't miss an inch of skin... Once again, I stop, when I reach your crotch... You moan in pleasure... And whisper a word... a word that might be a question, it might be a command; I'm not sure which? :)... And the word is, "now." I smile and shake my head no... As I whisper, "not yet, Baby... Turn over on your stomach..." You smile at me, and you shake your head... But you reluctantly comply... When you flip over, I feel the firmness of your erection pressing against my closed legs... Oh, how badly I am craving the feeling of you inside of me! I am craving you so badly, that even without penetration -- just with the feeling of your erection pressing against me, I cum. Harder this time than before... This time, when the shuddering spasm of the orgasm ends, both my legs and your dick are slick, with my cum... You moan... And whisper, "Fuck me!", as the moisture from my release touches you, and you become even more aroused... Now, even with you on your stomach, I can feel your dick twitching against my legs... We both moan, as you slide upward, giving me access to the back of your neck, and then your shoulders, and then your back, down your spine... When I come to your tailbone, I pause. The kiss that goes there is exceptionally wet... And then, we have to shift... "Baby, for this next part, I need you to put your ass in my face..." So you turn around... And I spread you open, making sure not to miss any part of either, butt cheek... When I come to your rectum, I don't lick there... But I do place a closed mouth kiss there... As I move to the back of your calves, you lay back down across my lap... And we continue the pattern... The back of your knees, the back of your shins, your ankles, even the bottoms of your feet... Where you jerk, because you're ticklish :) By the time I place the last kiss on the bottom of your foot, your erection is full... Your breathing has turned to painting, and your loins ache with the need to thrust into me! Still, as you turn over again, to rest on your back, with your manhood easily accessible for kissing, I am forcing myself to go slowly... I have you lift your hips up and slide another small pillow under them... Then, at last, I grip your dick... You think that I'm about to take you into my mouth, but I don't... I simply hold your dick out of the way, so that I can play your balls... At first, they just get closed mouth kisses... Then, I grip them with my hands and squeeze... Finally, I take them into my mouth... And suck them... But this is not suck and swallow... I am treating them the way that you treated my nipples, earlier... I take turns. At first, it is slow and gentle, and letting my tongue play... Then, it changes to sucking in earnest, as though I were thirsty... You are gripping the sheet with both hands, as you verbally express all of the levels of your pleasure. After several minutes of alternating this way, I hear you whisper, "Please, baby..." So, I release your balls... I turn my undivided attention to your dick... Oh, Baby, you are so huge! I take you in my right hand... And I squeeze, as hard as I can, maintaining constant pressure from your base, all the way to your tip... Base to tip, very slowly... Base to tip... Base to tip... By the end of the third trip, your fist are pounding the bed, as you partially vent your desperate need to thrust! :) In a way, I yield to that need. The next thing I do is to have you stand on your knees, so that your dick is at the perfect level for sucking... I have you put your hands on my shoulders... And I say, "Baby, it's okay to thrust...". Then, at last, I take you into my mouth... But not just the head... I take you into my mouth, all the way up to your base... I can feel the tip of your dick twitching hard, against the back of my throat... And I swallow... And I suck... And I swallow... You moan and squeeze my shoulders... As you lean toward me, beginning your thrusting motion... Back and forth, back and forth, we go... Thrust, swallow, suck.... Thrust, suck, swallow... It doesn't take long, before I am tasting the saltiness of your pre-cum on my tongue... I put my hands on your hips, to halt your thrusting motion... I withdraw you from my mouth... You moan, but nod in understanding, because you know how close you are... And you know how very badly my body is aching to feel your release inside of me... So, you shift our positions... In the end, I am lying flat on my back... And you're holding my legs open, sliding your body between them... When you're in position, both of our hands put your dick inside of me... I start to cum at the very beginning of penetration... You slide into me so slowly... I moan, loudly; and my hands clench, as I take in your massive shaft!... You are so close... But when you move to withdraw to your tip, so you can thrust again, I stop you... "Please, Baby, be still inside me... I want to take you over the edge, by deliberately bearing down against you..." You smile, and press your full length into me again... I moan, in pleasure, as I receive you... I have you place your arms behind my shoulders, and lift up slightly.... So that I'm curling toward your body... I take a deep breath... Lean back against your arm, and deliberately bear down on your dick... Push. Pant. Push. Pant. Push. Pant. Push. Pant. At last, we slip over the edge together, into the ecstasy of mutual orgasm... Each of us is screaming our pleasure, as we climax together, and collapse together... We will breathe together... Recover together... Slip into sp together... This is bliss! The giant irregular 'S', followed by the Coke logo, floated smoothly along the building's glass façade. The curving bar of light swept across the windows, coming from and going onwards to its quarter-hour circumnavigation of the building. Each glass pane turned almost blindingly white as its electro-chrome films activated, in a visual concert orchestrated by a few lines of code. To the people looking out of these windows, it would appear that the glass went entirely opaque for a couple of seconds, as a counter electro-chrome shielded their eyes from the glare. Of course, I paid good money to live in an apartment building that didn't have these inconvenient contrivances. I sat facing the bank of wall-mounted screens which, for the most part, displayed financial reports and stock market performances of organisations around the globe. I had been glued to the constant flux of information since the moment I had awoken this morning, and would be till I drifted off. This had been my routine for the past couple of months, ever since I had moved into this flat after having to expeditiously remove myself from my Macau residence. However, for the past week or so, my viewing preferences had changed slightly. The large flatscreen at the centre showed the feed from a 12k camera trained at the flat across the street from mine and three levels down. The timestamp on the corner read 8:30 PM. The show was about to begin. I watched as she came out of her bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. She was dressed in a peach robe, which she soon discarded to put on a white tank top, and black mini- skirt which barely covered her ass. Her hair she tied up with a long pin, put on some hoop earrings and lifted one long leg on to the edge of the bed to pull on her white thigh-highs. She hadn't begun streaming yet, as indicated by the blank background on the smaller screen to the right, which was a shame. Watching her dress up had come to be one of my favourite bits, and I felt sorry for those who couldn't afford to live across the street from her. My cock was already starting to tent my pants. I allowed my mind to wander to a week ago when I had come across her by accident. I had been scanning the street below for people or vehicles which looked out of place. Being paranoid was what had saved my skin three months ago, and I had no intent to let them get that close to me again. After about twenty minutes of looking for suspicious behaviour, I panned the camera back up. I would've almost missed her had I not been distracted by the sound of a bell down the corridor. When I looked back at the screen, the feed showed an Asian woman in the throes of ecstasy. Her head leaned back against the foot of the bed, looking up at the ceiling. One hand squeezed a perky breast, while the other pistoned a glass dildo into her pussy. I had watched as she quivered, and then smeared her creamy juices all over her mound. It hadn't been hard finding her cam profile, which afforded me an up-front and closer look at her. But I mainly watched her from my vantage point, something that none of her thousands of followers had. It sometimes gave me goosebumps, knowing that not just her body, but her entire life was laid bare to me. Over the last week I had spent more and more time watching her from the confines of my apartment. She'd go away from home for most of the day, even on weekends. I was tempted to ask her what she did outside of her streaming hours, but never messaged her. I just watched. Now, as she streamed spreading her milky thighs apart and licking her fingers before pulling her pink gash open, I wondered if I could get her to come over to my place one of these days. Or maybe that wouldn't be as... thrilling. The Coke logo swept across the building again. Her window went bright white, and after it passed -- she was gone. Even the stream had gone dead. I rushed to my window and peeled the privacy curtains back. A drone dove swiftly from the right and fired its tasers through the glass. I twitched in blazing agony, my cock spurting its pent-up load, before blacking out. There are many many stories posted on Literotica that some readers (especially those cowards signing their comments as Anonymous) complain that the author exaggerated penis size to an entirely unbelievable length Now that is not to say there isn't the possibility of penises being that size in the US. But for now let's just agree to call that artistic license. Hey Guys, it's just fiction and it's mainly only for better enhancement to the story. Do you think readers actually thought Dick Tracy had a wrist watch speaker phone and two way radio -- Hell No -- It was just fiction! So if that fictional exaggeration upsets you -- Read another damn story, quit your bitching and quit busting the chops of the contributing author! So how about some FACTS then, to set the record straight for both authors and readers alike! Below you will find FACTS regarding male penis sizes based on a 28 month joint study by The Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins University Medical Center that was published in the AMA Journal of Medicine. First the research teams DID NOT go door to door to record the penis size of every living male in the United States. Just like election polls, they surveyed every state in the US and took a range of sample measurements in each state. To be precise they took samples from 15, 078 Caucasian Males, 13, 134 African American Males, 12, 563 Hispanic Males, 10, 968 Asian Males and 6,701 Native American Males. A similar study was performed by collaborating Universities that surveyed Jamaica, Barbados, Trinidad, the UK, Scandinavia as well as Western Africa, Northwestern Africa and Ethiopia, Kenya and Nigeria. All measurements were taken from healthy males not inflicted by any abnormality or genetic misnomer. Now based on American street slang, any penis that is under 6.0 inches when erect is referred to as a DICK, while any penis that measures over 6 inches when erect is referred to as a COCK. But all of them are called penis or pee pee or Mr Willy or Mr Tinkles by your Mother! The study reported their results in AVERAGE sizes by race or ethnic group. A word about AVERAGES -- roughly 50% of the population for that specific race or ethnic group will have penis sizes SMALLER than the stated AVERAGE and 50% of the population for that race or ethnic group will have penis sizes LARGER than the stated AVERAGE. You will see there were minimum and maximum sizes recorded in the survey. But since every penis in the US was NOT sampled, the laws of science will accept there most likely will be penises in the US SMALLER than the shortest sample taken as well as penises LARGER than the longest sample taken. OK Drum roll please -- time to separate the boys from the men and separate MYTH form FACT. As Jack Webb would say in the old Dragnet TV series, "Just the facts Ma'am, Just the facts." American Caucasian Males -- Ethnicity is composed of a heritage based on inter breeding of ancestors from the UK, Ireland, France, Germany, Eastern Europe, Scandinavia as well as Spain and Italy. The average penis length when erect is 5.68 Inches with a circumference (round and round NOT thickness or diameter) of 4.8 inches. The shortest sample taken was 1.6 Inches and the longest sample taken was 12.1 Inches. African American Males -- Ethnicity is composed of a heritage based on inter breeding of ancestors from the Niger Valley of Western Africa, the Congo area, Ethiopia, Central Africa, Southern Africa and Eastern Africa. The average penis length when erect is 8.69 Inches with a circumference of 7.45 Inches. The shortest sample taken was 2.48 Inches and the longest measurement taken was 17.38 Inches. In the US, Hispanic Males were recorded with an Average of being 0.65 Inches shorter than Caucasian males, US Asians were recorded with an Average of being 1.12 Inches shorter than Caucasian Males and Native American Males were recorded as being 0.73 Inches shorter than Caucasian males. Now for the Truth is Stranger than Fiction part. As samples were taken where there has been far less inter breeding with outside races ( as example those of African decent inter breeding with European decent) the maximum measurements jumped significantly. Seems the stories on Literotica about white wives enjoying a vacation in Jamaica and such because there are so many super hung Big Black Cocks there is more truth than fiction. In Jamaica the maximum recorded length was 20.73 Inches, in Barbados it was 19.88 Inches and in Trinidad it was 19.97 Inches For the BIG DADDIES you only have to look at the maximum recorded samples from Western Africa as well as Ethiopia, Kenya and Nigeria setting records when compared to US males. The longest penis recorded in the Niger Valley of Western Africa was 23.93 Inches. Folks that is damn near 2 FUCKING FEET. This is the area of Africa where the breeder stud Mandingo slaves originated as far back as the 7th century. During slavery, tribes that sold their captives to the slave traders sought out Mandingo Warriors as they brought he HIGHEST PREMIUMS. Mandingos were auctioned off based on THE INCH -- the size of their cocks. Even in the 1700s slave traders had recorded Mandingo slaves auctioned off that had 22, 23, 24 and 25 inch long cocks. The belief of the time was the bigger the cock and balls the better the breeder was, then the bigger and stronger the off spring would be. Thus being able to do more work than other slaves. (Side Note - The movie Mandingo that depicted Mandingo slaves bare knuckle fighting to the death was BULL SHIT. A plantation owner would NEVER risk injury to his most prized and most expensive property!) While not as massive, samples from Kenya and Nigeria topped out at 23.01 and 22.89 Inches respectively followed by Ethiopia at 22.78 Inches. Any way you look at it, these are some DAMN BIG BLACK COCKS! European, Eastern European and Scandinavian samples were recorded with averages all within 0.25 Inches of each other, with the longest average recorded at 5.54 Inches. Now if you think WOW I'm gonna get those penis enlargement pills (or penis pumps or penis ointments or whatever snake oil of the month gimmick is out there on the Internet) to get mine closer to those maximum lengths recorded. DON'T! Those are junk and don't work at all. The only things that gets enlarged is the marketing firms bank account. Well, I hope this helps some of you nay sayers out there to become more enlightened AND to serve as a guide to the authors BUT ONLY IF they don't wish to use heir Artistic License to exaggerate a wee bit. I'll say it again folks -- IT'S FUCKING FICTION -- lighten up! I am crippled by knees when he stands in front of me. Other times, I am just a normal girl living off by hook. He caught the hook and I got attached to his navigation. He owns me in the top floor of his affluent apartment. Glass window shined the most than the marbled floor. I am made raw naked. That's how he owned me- without clothes. Not even the lingerie other fantasizes about. I am pinned to the glass window. My 34 C peeped through but I thought my beatings could break them. He took both of my hands above my head, clutched it right there. My hands must have nailed down beyond my limit, but I was sure that I'll be nailed down hard by his throbbing cock. I could sense smoke fumes below my neck as he exhales. He always does it intentionally, I know him. The phone rang. I heard him rushing towards it. "Hello!" His manly voice had always made me weak, especially in between my legs. His tone tallied with how he used to tell me that I rode him good. Oh! I want to be drilled right now. But wait! How long he will make me wait. "Slut! I hope your breakfast serves you till noon. I have to head out for meeting." He put down the receiver. "And this ass! Who told you to keep it down?" He pinched the hell out of me. So, I raised my ass in the air and tiptoed a bit, sighing into his coldness. I am not allowed to talk till he raises his palm. Now, I have pinned down to window glasses, I won't know if he had actually raised his palm. Since, he slammed the door (a hint that he is out of my submission area), I can comfortably put my feet down. A little disobedient I am, yet too submissive. I am so exposed to the outer world. Thanks to tainted glasses, no one could see my humiliation. I thought my pussy would be getting rammed by him, mercilessly. Last time, he told me to be in fours and stick my tongues out. My hairs were divided into two long ponytails. His cock sprang out of his pants. I am poor at mathematics- I don't know the actual size and girth of it but I knew that was huge, very huge for my pussy. I heard from other submissive girls that their pussy can engulf any sizes, hence they are known as whore/cunt/sluts. "Don't let your tongue in." He pushed in his cock, caught my tails and fucked my mouth. I thought if he had mistaken my mouth for pussy. The friction in my tongue and violent push inside my throat choked me to death. Even my nose was running out. He did not stop. How could one (like me) cum so easily and other (like him) take so long to cum? I could not sense anything, till then he released cum right down to my throat. I could not taste it. My jaw was crying in pain, he had not ordered me to let my tongue in? He went back to my ass and said in amazement "Wait! I have not cummed in your pussy yet, so, why it's dripping like hell? Did you cum without my permission?" I looked in down to check my pussy. Fuck, sticky fluid from my pussy had found its way to floor. "Clean that mess right now" he roared. I licked my own cum and made his affluent marble shiny once again. That time I was garnering up my strength in jaw till he would fuck me so badly because, my pussy was desperately twitching to get that cock inside it. "Good cunt! You have learned it well. You are still letting your tongue out like a bitch. Close your fucking jaw and get back to clean your lord now." He pointed out his shrunk, tired and shiny cock. I knew that my mouth was filthy enough. I could not close my jaw properly. Lower jaw was hesitant to negotiate along upper jaw. I crawled towards him, kneeled down with my thighs apart (he likes me this way), took my tities all the way to him and cleaned it thoroughly as if my tities are piece of cloth. "hmm..Let me know why you are cleaning with your faggots?" he raised his palm. I clenched my tongue harder to gather saliva and clear out my throat "Lord! This slut's tongue is not worth for cleaning as it had savored filth of my pussy earlier." He smiled and put back his pants to my disappointment.That was the last time I spoke. I remember it now. Sky is clearer. My clit is poking the windows glass out. Even my nipples are searching its way out. And I remember again, my hands were tied at the back and his cock was exploring inside of me. When I moved upward, he would thrust his hips in same direction. We would go downwards on same course of time. My pussy dripped along his balls and thighs. Now, my clit is desperately rubbing against window. mmmmmmmmmmh |
_(The characters in this story first appear in the Paul and Jenny series by PAUL C.)_ Laurie looked in the mirror as she sat naked and put on her make-up. She always felt giddy this way when she was going to see Paul. Tonight was really special because she'd managed to convince him to take her dancing. She'd not seen him at all since Christmas when she'd gone to England with her roommate, Frankie. With his entire family around, it had been hard to get much quality time with him. Of course, Laurie was also fond of Paul's family. None of them knew about her and Paul, but she could never resist teasing Paul about the fun she managed to have with his daughter, Natasha. For the most part, Nat was as straight laced as they came; but Laurie brought out the side that made Nat like to let her hair down. Laurie loved recanting some of those hair-dropping episodes to Paul while he was driving his cock in and out of her pussy. Or when he was driving it in and out of her ass. Or when she was between sucks when she was blowing him. She loved to tease Paul, and even as uncomfortable as he acted, she knew he loved hearing about her and Nat's couplings. She hadn't had the heart to tell him about the experience she'd had with his wife Jenny the last time they'd come to Texas together. She knew Paul wouldn't mind that Jenny had let Laurie seduce her and had done a splendid job of sucking her nineteen year old pussy, but her instincts told her Paul would not be as pleased to hear about the eight inches of ebony flesh Jenny sucked while she and Laurie shared a bed with a young tax attorney from Jamaica. He probably would not have been too crazy about knowing that same young man from Jamaica fucked his darling Jenny silly the rest of the trip. So, Laurie kept that little adventure to herself. Laurie finished applying her eye make-up and lit a cigarette. She blew out a stream of smoke and giggled. Upon completion of her encounter with Jenny, every member of Paul's immediate family had now fucked Laurie. She giggled again as she thought aloud, "Other than my fifteen year old sister, Kelli, Paul has fucked everyone in my immediate family." She took another drag on her Marlboro before continuing to voice her thoughts, "Of course, I was barely seventeen the first time Paul took me into his hotel room and fucked me in the ass, and my older sister Michelle knew nothing about it at the time. Maybe he's done the same thing with Kelli and hasn't told me anymore than he told Michelle." She took one last hit on the cigarette before crushing it out and attending to her lips with her lip brush. She smiled and thought silently, my Paul. He loves his young pussy. Her smile broadened as she thought, and his young pussy loves him. Fifty-two, fifty-three years old. She wasn't sure which, but he never had trouble getting his cock up and always knew what to do with it when it was hard. More often than not, what he did with it was stick it in the nearest available female. Yep, her Paul. She laid down her lip brush and admired her ruby red lips. Then she picked the brush back up and playfully applied some lipstick to her nipples. She giggled, as her nipples grew hard. She cupped her breasts and frowned at the size of them. They had grown a bit in the last year, but they still lagged far behind any of her friends. When she'd first met Frankie two years ago, she'd been happy that she finally had someone that she didn't have to be embarrassed by when they went braless together. Something had happened to Frankie in the last year though and she'd grown from being an A cup like Laurie into being a full B cup. B cup bras were even a little tight for her and she was now on the verge of needing a C cup. Just a little more weight in her tits and she'd be as heavy there as Nat was. Laurie's frown went away as thought of Nat. She wondered what her large breasted prim and proper young English lass was doing at that moment. Was she sipping tea and having polite conversation with a proper young lad from music school, or was she sharing lines with some young tramp whose pussy she'd just spent the night sucking? Everyone in Paul's family thought the former when Nat came to mind, but Laurie knew her heart was really with the latter. "I'd love to know what you're thinking." Laurie gasped and turned to see Paul standing at the door of the bathroom. "Shit," she said. "You scared the fuck out of me." "Not literally, I hope." Paul smiled. She returned his smile and set her make-up aside. "No. Not literally. Be careful with my make-up though. I don't want to redo it." He stepped behind her and cupped her breasts. He loved the feel of their tautness and the way the nipples sprang to life. Although, smallish, they were much bigger than Laurie made them out to be. She never wore bras, so her cup size was irrelevant, but were she to wear one, she would need a B cup and not the A cup she thought of herself as. Her tits reminded him of how Jenny's had been when they'd first met and she'd yet to bare him his children, David and Natasha. Laurie moaned and stood as he softly massaged them. He kissed the side of her neck and she continued with her moans and responded by placing her right foot on the toilet seat. Paul gently bent her forward and eased his stiff cock out of his pants. He ran the tip along the length of her moist slit until the head of his cock was glistening with her juices. Then he shifted and pressed it against her puckered anus. She gasped as he increased that pressure and panted with discomfort as he continued to push until he had around three inches of his cock inside her ass. He should have used the Vaseline that was sitting on the counter, but he liked it better this way. It was ruder, more violent without the lubrication. He stopped and let her adjust to the half of his cock that was penetrating her rectum. When he felt that she had relaxed enough to take more, he resumed pushing until his cock was in her to the base. Then, he slowly began to stroke in and out of her. Her pain turned to pleasure and she slipped her hand between her legs and began to furiously rub her clitoris as he drove his cock into her ass. She felt his cock grow and her sphincter muscle tightened around it and gripped it like a vice as he began to shoot off inside her asshole. She groaned with her own climax as his pace slowed but he continued to pump until every last drop of his cum had been deposited in her rectum. When he withdrew from her, she turned and smiled and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth as he kissed. They broke the kiss, and she said, "You fucked up my make-up, asshole." * Paul was tall and distinguished looking in his pinstripe suit. Distinguished and out of place. Armando's Party was the name of the club. It was owned an operated by Laurie's friend, you guessed it, Armando. Go figure, huh. As was her usual when she went clubbing, Laurie wore as little as the law allowed. Often, she wore even less than the law allowed, but tonight she was probably just barely legal. A thin, purple halter-top didn't even try to cover her breasts, and tight purple bicycle shorts showed everyone within sight the camel-toed outline of her pussy lips. She normally wore a one-karat diamond through her navel, but tonight she'd decided on a simple gold ball in its' place. On her feet were purple socks and Nikes that matched her top and shorts. She clung to Paul's side and her wore her as well as he did his well-tailored Italian suit. She was beautiful and he loved having her by his side; but still, he could not have felt more out of place. He was in his fifties. He was reasonably certain not more than a handful of the several hundred other patrons there were even into their twenties yet. He dressed as if he were on his way to a board meeting, while everyone else dressed comparable to or even more outrageous than Laurie. Most discomforting of all, Paul couldn't help noticing, that including he and Laurie, there were perhaps a half dozen male-female couples, probably twice that many female-female couples, and that every other couple on the dance floor and occupying every other table consisted of male-male. Not male-to-male as in two buddies out together tossing back a few and looking to pick up two chicks, but male-to-male as in two guys out together. Paul was not displeased. Laurie was much too fun of a fuck to ever be displeased with. But, he was not comfortable either. After returning to their table from the dance floor, Paul lit Laurie's cigarette for her and finally voiced his unease. "Laurie?" "Yes, sweetie." "I could be wrong." He paused. "I doubt it," she said. "I've rarely known you to be wrong." Paul blushed. "Thank you." "How could anyone with your incredible taste in females ever be wrong?" Paul smiled. She could always make him smile. She blew out a stream of smoke and said, "Come on, sweetie. What's the problem?" He cleared his throat and said, "Is this a gay bar?" She giggled. Always with the giggling he thought. She held her hand out away from her palm up and said, "Look around us, baby. Of course it's a fucking gay bar. What kind of silly question is that to ask me?" Paul blushed again. Just as easily as she could always make him smile, she could also make him fidget. "It wasn't really a question," he said. "I suppose you could say it was an observation." "Ah," she said between drags on the cigarette. "Then you are very observant. What tipped you off? It couldn't have been all the guys you saw sucking face on the dance floor." He laughed. "That was probably my first clue." She handed him her cigarette so he could take a drag. He sucked the smoke deep down into his lungs, held it, and then expertly blew it out. She flashed her pretty teeth and said, "Want to smoke something a little stronger?" He hesitated before saying, "What did you have in mind?" "I've got some Thai stick in my purse, but I was really thinking about scoring a couple of rocks." "Huh?" She laughed and said, "Oh, Paul. My dear, sweet, sweet Paul. How can anyone so hip in bed be so square everywhere else?" Paul shrugged back his shoulders and straightened his tie before saying, "I have no idea what you're talking about." She laughed again and said, "That's exactly what I'm talking about. You being clueless. Rock is freebase cocaine. Some people call it rock or base. Some people call it crack. Me. I call it heaven in a glass pipe. But everyone has their own little pet name for it." "You smoke cocaine?" She rolled her eyes and almost told him that not only did she smoke it, but also that she'd more than once shared a pipe with people near and dear to him. She decided against that and just said, "Yes, Paul. I've smoked cocaine. You've even seen me snort it. What's the big shock about smoking it." Before Paul could respond, a young Latino not much taller, or much heavier than Laurie; dressed in black boots, tight black jeans, a white silk shirt open to the belt and with a thin gold chain and crucifix around his neck; joined them at the table. She immediately threw her arms around him and cried, "Armando. I love your club." They softly pecked each other on the cheek before Armando pushed her away and with a soft wave of his hand said, "You look incredible, girlfriend." "So do you, girlfriend," she answered back. Paul thought to himself, did she just call him girlfriend? Before he could say anything, Laurie grabbed his arm and said, "Armando. This is my boyfriend, Paul. Paul this is my dear, dear friend. Mi amigo muy bueno. Armando." Armando took Paul's hand and immediately gripped it with both of his and pulled it to his lips. Before Paul could realize what Armando was going, he was slipping Paul's index finger into his mouth and sensually sucking it as if to be pretending it were a penis. Paul was too embarrassed to pull his hand away and even more embarrassed that he was feeling that familiar twitch in his groin. Before Paul's cock grew any further, Armando released his hand and told him, "Laurie's told me so much about you, but she never told me how delicious you were or how much you look like Sean Connery." Before Paul could speak, Laurie playfully slapped Armando's hand and said, "Back off, buster. He's mine." "Ah please, Laurie." Armando begged playfully. "Don't be selfish." She shook her head and said, "Sorry, Mando. I shared him once with my friend Frankie and she tried to steal him from me out right. Almost did it too." Paul cleared his throat and said, "I believe I'm feeling the effects of that cold American beer you serve here. Where's the loo?" "Huh?" Armando said. Laurie giggled and said, "He means the bathroom." "Oh. Silly me," Armando said. He pointed past the dance floor and said, "Little boys room is back there. There's a little hall that it's in, but be careful you don't go too far down the hall. We might not get you back." Paul looked puzzled but made his way in the direction that Armando had pointed him. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Armando said, "You can't be serious about not wanting to share. He's a dream." Laurie reached under the table and stroked Armando's stiff cock through the fabric of his tight denim pants. "He's straight, dear. Otherwise we'd already be on our way to a threesome none of us would ever forget." "Shit," Armando said as he let his head fall to the table. She pinched one of his nipples and was about to tell him how much fun they might be able to have converting him over when her phone went off inside her purse. She looked at the caller ID before answering and said, "Fuck!" Then she pressed the talk button and said, "Hey, Mo." "I need you to go see a guy, Laurie." "I said, hey, Mo." Mo held the phone for a moment before sighing and saying, "Hey, Laurie." She smiled to Armando and said, "That's better. Now. I can't go see anyone. I'm on a date." "A date!" Mo growled angrily. "You working behind my back?" Laurie imagined Mo's eight ball looking head about to explode and said, "With my boyfriend, Mo. Chill, dude. You're still my agent." Somewhat calmer, Mo replied, "The one from England?" "Only boyfriend I got, Mo," Laurie said. "Sorry, Laurie," Mo said. "But the guy asked for you special. Said he'd pay you five grand to go to his hotel tonight. It's somebody's birthday, and you're the present." Laurie whistled and said, "Five grand, huh?" "Yep. Minus my twenty percent of course." "What do I have to do? I ain't letting anybody else tie me up. I was in the hospital a whole week the last time." "Nothing like that," Mo said. "Just wear your Catholic school girl uniform and carry a back pack with some books. He wants someone that can pass off real young like you." "Okay," she finally said. "But if he wants to tie me up, I'm splitting and you can find another girl that can pass for being in middle school." "Cool," Mo said. "Go to the Remington. Room nine-zero-nine. Ask about the tutor." Laurie pressed the end call button and told Armando, "I've got to split for a while. Take care of Paul for me." Armando batted his eyes and said, "For sure, honey." Laurie giggled and said, "Be gentle." * Paul squeezed his way to the bathroom and couldn't help but peek down the hall. Besides the bathroom, it seemed to be lined with semiprivate booths. Leaning against the wall near the fire exit were two boys, neither as old as Laurie, passionately French kissing as the one boy that had the other pushed against the wall ran his hand inside his companion's shirt. Good God, Paul thought as he felt his groin tighten the way it had when Armando had sucked his fingers. As the boy pressing the other boy against the wall dropped to his knees and unbuckled his friend's pants, Paul could not tear his eyes away from the boys cock as it sprang from its' confines. He gasped as he watched the kneeling boy hungrily take the cock into his mouth. Startled, he felt a hand reaching around his waste and grasping his own cock through his dress pants. He groaned, and rather than push the hand away, he turned to see Armando behind. Paul gasped and fought to control his breathing as Armando continued to stroke him through his pants with one hand and reached the other up to his tie that he slowly began to loosen. Armando smiled when Paul didn't resist and continued to work Paul's cock with one hand and his tie with the other. When the tie was undone and gone from Paul's neck, Armando undid one button at a time on Paul's shirt until it was completely open and Armando was able to slip his hand inside and run his fingers through Paul's chest hair. As Armando's fingers began to massage Paul's nipples, this felt so good that Paul did not even notice that Armando had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of them. Not until Armando was pushing him into one of the unoccupied booths did Paul take his eyes from the boy that was lovingly sucking the other boy's cock. Once inside the booth, Armando dropped to his knees and accepted Paul's cock between his lips. Paul gasped and ran his fingers through Armando's thick, black hair. It only took about a minute of sucking before Paul was panting and releasing a low moan as he blew his load in Armando's mouth. Armando sucked until he had every drop and then slowly stood as he kissed his way up Paul's stomach and chest to his neck and finally to his lips. Without hesitation, he allowed Armando to guide him down onto his knees. Paul fumbled clumsily with the zipper to Armando's jeans before finally getting it open and releasing Armando's cock. Paul licked his lips as he thought back to that time back in summer camp when he'd sucked Steve's cock in the toilet and Steve had told him he was better than Shirley. Steve's girlfriend at the time. The feeling of Armando pushing at his lips with the head of his cock, brought him out of his thoughts, and he allowed Armando's cock to enter his mouth. He sucked it slow and soft. Then a little faster and a little harder. Mando gasped, "Ah. That's it. You suck cock real good." Paul continued sucking as Armando said, "Oh yeah. That's it. You keep sucking that good, and I will steal you from Laurie." Before Paul could finish him, Armando was pulling him to his feet and turning him. "Show me that sweet ass, baby." Without even thinking about disobeying, Paul was turning away from Armando and dropping his pants to offer Laurie's friend what he wanted. "That's it," Armando said as he softly pushed on Paul's back and guided his ass out. "Show me that ass." Then he was kneeling behind Paul and softly licking and caressing Paul's anus with his tongue. Paul's moans of pleasure would not have allowed him to hide how much he was enjoying Armando's technique. When Armando felt Paul was ready, he stood and placed the tip of his cock next to his new lover's wet anus. Armando slowly pressed the head inside and as Paul gasped, he pressed the rest of his cock into him. "Oh my God," Paul said as Armando began to stroke in and out of him. It was all Paul could do to keep his bowels from releasing before he felt Laurie's friend shooting his load into his rectal cavity. Then Armando was grunting and gasping as he continued to fuck Paul's ass until he began to grow soft. Paul dropped to his knees and Armando went down to the floor with. Paul's cock felt as if it would burst, and he was certain it had never been harder. And, burst it did as soon as it was touched again by Armando's lips. Tuesday, April 27 Hi all, The following is a true story. My name is Bobbi Sue and just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty short, only a FLAT 5' tall, and I weigh about 98 pounds. My blond hair is shoulder length and my eyes are blue. I've been told that I'm cute and without trying to sound conceited, I think it's true. I exercise every day, either running, rollerblading, swimming or cross-country skiing (in the winter, of course), and as a result, my body is in really good shape. My measurements are 34A-22-34 and while my boobs are kind-of small, I have very prominent nipples. I've also been told that my best feature is my nicely shaped butt. And while I'm happily married (Sorry fellas!) my husband doesn't know about my exploits. It all started when my husband showed this newsgroup to me as an example of how perverted some areas of the Internet were. He is pretty prudish for a young guy (he's 26 and I'm 30) and I guess he thinks I am too. I guess I never gave him any indication that I might like some things that might sound a little kinky. And I'm not likely to now, knowing how he feels about such things. I'm not complaining, we have great sex together, so it's not like I NEED anything more. Anyway, I started reading some of the stories in this newsgroup every once in a while. The ones that really get me wound up are the ones where husbands like to watch their wives with multiple partners. I personally can't think of anything sexier than having several guys ravish me. I mean, seriously, what woman wouldn't like that. The stories I read got me really hot! And usually, I'd wait for Tom (my husband) to get home and seduce him. But sometimes I couldn't wait. On those occasions, I would go up to the bedroom and masturbate. At first I felt kind of guilty, I mean, I quit masturbating when I got married four years ago. But after a few times, I just felt good, not guilty. The first time I did it, I used my fingers on my clit and that was great! After the first few times, though, I started craving some penetration so I started using my fingers inside my pussy. I would usually start out using just one finger, but would eventually end up with four fingers buried to the last knuckle in my slit. Well, that was good, but I found myself craving something bigger and deeper. That's when I started using brush handles, candles, bottles and eventually vegetables. Now when I go grocery shopping, I select the carrots and cucumbers based on how I think they would fill my pussy! But that's not what this story is about. Like I said, I really enjoyed the stories of women who had multiple partners. I also liked the ones about women who liked to show off their bodies. I started fantasizing about showing off my body and I would think about that too when I masturbated. Then, about two weeks ago, I got a chance to actually do it! Like I said, I exercise a lot. Now that Spring is here, I've been going for noon runs. I work at a small manufacturing firm that is located about 10 miles outside of town and there are lots of trails and two track roads to run on. Now, most of these 2-tracks and trails are pretty deserted. Actually, the chances of meeting another person on any of them is pretty remote, so on hot days, I had been fantasizing about running naked! I figured that it would be really thrilling and the chance of anyone actually seeing me would be about 1 in 100. So, two weeks ago on a particularly warm day, I decided to do it! I left work on my noon run wearing my usual running shorts and top. I had to run a little way on the road to get to my favorite trail. After I'd turned onto the trail and run a little ways, I stopped and adjusted my shorts. The running shorts that I wear are pretty short and they have splits on both sides to allow for leg movement. They also have a sewn in nylon brief that takes the place of underwear. The brief also serves to add a degree of modesty in windy weather, because the split shorts have a tendency to blow up like a skirt in windy conditions. To make the picture even clearer, let's just say that if there was no sewn-in brief, my ass would be clearly visible a lot of the time on windy days. And today was a windy day! Anyway, when I say that I adjusted my shorts, I mean to say that I pulled the sewn-in brief up between my cheeks so that both of my cheeks would be in plain sight in even the lightest breeze. I also pulled my shorts up as high as they would go. This had the effect of baring the bottom part of my ass even without a breeze. Then I started running again. It felt yummy! I could feel the breeze on my exposed ass and the brief that I'd pulled up between my cheeks was working it's way between my quite wet pussy lips. I ran for about a mile like this, getting hornier by the minute. Then without stopping, I pulled my running top over my head! Now I was topless, too! God, what a feeling of freedom! I decided to hide my top by the side of the trail, so that if I did see someone, I wouldn't be able to cover up (I knew myself and I figured that I would chicken out if I had the chance). I rationalized that I would not see anyone anyway, in order to talk myself into leaving my top behind. So, I did it! I dropped my top by the side of the trail and ran on. My usual turn-around spot was only about a mile further down the trail, so I would only be vulnerable for those two miles (one out and one back). Knowing that I couldn't put my top on if I saw someone made me pretty nervous, but I ran on, enjoying the feeling of the wind on my bare skin, the bounce of my unrestrained boobs and the pleasurable feeling caused by the material wedged between my pussy lips. Then it happened! I was about 1/2 mile from my turn- around point when I rounded a curve in the trail and practically ran into a guy on a mountain bike! We barely missed each other, he veered to my right and I veered left and we didn't collide. My heart skipped a beat and I kept running right past him. Meanwhile, he had slammed on his brakes to avoid me and he was at a standstill. I was afraid to look back to see if he was watching me, but I figured he probably was, because I hadn't heard him move after our near collision. I continued to run away from him, knowing that he had gotten a good close look at my bare breasts and that he was now being treated to a clear view of my ass. God, was I horny!! Just thinking about him watching me brought me close to an orgasm. There weren't any more curves between me and the turn around point and I wondered if he would still be there watching when I reached it and turned to run back. I didn't know what I would do if that were the case, so I just ran on and concentrated on the feeling of the material rubbing between my pussy lips. I reached the turn-around and I turned to run back along the trail I had just run out on. The mountain biker was gone! What a relief. I don't think I could have faced running toward him for a half mile as he watched me draw ever nearer. I continued to run on, thinking of how exciting it had been knowing that this strange guy was watching my bare ass as I ran away from him. I almost stopped to bring myself to an orgasm with my fingers, but I decided to postpone it as long as I could stand it. That way, my orgasm would be that much more intense when I finally did give in. I rounded the corner where I'd had my encounter with the mountain biker and there in the trail about a half mile away, I saw a guy sitting on a bike. It occurred to me that that was just about where I had discarded my sport top! I ran towards him. As I drew nearer, I could see that he was facing me and appeared to be watching me intently. I tried to imagine what must be going through his head, what he must think of me. Here I was, nearly naked, running towards him, with my boobs bouncing. He must obviously think that I am a loose woman, I mean, who else would do what I was doing. As I drew nearer, I saw that he was holding my sport top! I knew that I would have to stop and ask him for it! I would have to talk to him! God was I nervous! And excited!! The closer I drew, the more I could see and visa versa, I suppose. He was sitting on his mountain bike and it looked like he had his bike shorts pulled down! When I was about 100 yards away, I could see that he was using my sport top to massage his penis! I came to a dead stop. Did I really want to get any closer? This guy could try to rape me! As wet as my pussy was, it surely wouldn't hurt, but I really hadn't bargained on being unfaithful to my husband. Well, I had to get that running top in order to go back to work, so I walked toward him. I don't know why, but I didn't try to cover myself; I guess I was kind of mesmerized. When I was within ten feet of him, I could clearly see his cock. He had my sports bra wrapped around his hand and he was rubbing it on his cock. It was a nice looking cock, kind of big, circumcised and very hard. I walked a little closer and asked if I could please have my top back. He said that he wasn't done with it yet, but that he would give it back pretty soon. Then he asked me to turn around. I asked him why he wanted me to turn around and he told me that he wanted to see my beautiful ass again. I couldn't turn down a request like that, so I turned around and bent over, exposing my ass to his penetrating stare. Then he said he was going to fuck me! Well, that was not in the plan and I told him that I wouldn't allow it! Well, thank fully, he was a decent guy, he said that he wouldn't fuck me if I didn't want to be fucked, but maybe I would consent to suck him off! Well, I told him that that was also beyond the limits. Meanwhile he was still stroking his cock on my sport bra. It was really erotic, watching him doing that, standing in front of him practically naked. Exasperated, he asked me what was within the limits. Feeling very daring, I peeled down my running shorts, letting them drop to the ground. I stepped out of them and approached this guy. I just wanted to touch his cock. So, straddling the front wheel of his bike, I reached forward and stroked his dick! He reached forward with his hand and pinched my clit with his fingers. He talked dirty to me, saying all kinds of nasty things as he rubbed my clit! Then he leaned forward a little more and slid two fingers into my sopping pussy. God did that feel good. He asked me if he could cum on my face and I said that I thought that might be okay. I was so hot!! I needed something in my pussy, something that could go deeper than his fingers, but I didn't want to be unfaithful to Tom! Then I spied his bike frame pump! It was about as big around as a smallish cock, but way longer than his fingers! Then, with an evil look in my eye, I asked him if I could use his pump! He knew what I had in mind as he reached down to get the pump and handed it to me. I stood up and backed away a little, then I turned around and bent over at the waist. I wanted to make sure he could see what I was doing as I slowly slid his bike pump between my legs and into my pussy. He stood up and his bike fell over. He moved closer to me and began really pumping his cock through his fist. I matched him stroke for stroke as I rammed his bike pump in and out of my pussy! My knees kind of buckled as I started cumming and I fell to my knees on the ground. I had the presence of mind to keep the pump planted firmly in my pussy as I had one mind-bending orgasm after another. Then he told me he was going to cum and he aimed his cock at my mouth. The first couple of jets of cum hit my face and then I gave in to my lust and leaned forward engulfing his cock! I felt deliciously sinful as he erupted another two or three jets of cum into my mouth. When it was all over, I let his cock drop from between my lips. He cleaned up my face with my sport top and pulled me to my feet. I didn't want to get into any big discussions of why I was out there dressed like that, so I told him that I had to go and I asked him not to follow me. He said he wouldn't follow me if I didn't want him to. I picked up my shorts and he gave me my top. Then I turned and ran off down the trail towards work completely naked. He yelled to me that he hoped he'd see me again and I replied that maybe he would. After I'd run a little ways, I rounded a corner and stopped to get dressed. As I put my sport top on, I felt the stickiness of the cum that he'd wiped from my face with my top. I could taste the cum he'd shot into my mouth, SMELL the musky odor of his member and I knew that I'd really shown my stuff today. Well, work was interesting that afternoon. I had to go to the bathroom twice to masturbate. I held off on drinking or eating anything for a while so that I could savor the taste of his cum. Then when I got home, I fucked my husband's brains out. He wondered why I was so horny and I just told him that it was just one of those days. So, that's my story. I swear that it is true. I've seen the same guy twice since then, but I haven't done any repeat performances. The last time I saw him he did tell me that he would be biking with a group of friends next Saturday and invited me to show my stuff to all of them. He rode his bike alongside me that day and told me how hot I looked when I was fucking myself with his pump. Then he asked if I'd like to do it again as he and his friends jacked off on me. He promised that no one would touch me if I didn't want them too. I told him that I would think about it, but that he had better have a fatter pump next time! So, who knows, maybe with a little encouragement, I'll do it. Then I'll write another story to tell you all how it went. So, what do you think? Should I meet them? Bye, Bobbi Sue love ya! |
Annie approached the mysterious house with anticipation. "Was she really going to do it?" she asked herself. After all she had not had any sex for a year, and she certainly had never taken part in a gang bang. Yet that was exactly what she intended to do. Furthermore it would be with a gang of black guys who had appropriated the name "The Mandingos." What would Ron think of her? She reflected that her late husband might have approved. He'd often urged her to bring another man, preferably a well hung black one, into their marriage. After twenty years of splendid sex with the only man she'd ever done it with she was going to find out. Ron had died a year earlier and Annie just couldn't bring herself to date any of her husband's old friends although each, including the married ones, made sure she knew each was ready to "help her out." Certainly she could use some help. Celibacy, after two decades of wonderful sex, had its own price. She found herself fantasizing about every man she saw. She even bought some of the so-called adult videos. Strangely those which moved her the most weren't the ones which reminded her of her husband. They were videos of big black men, pouring it to petite white women. The fantasy of being one of the women became a compulsion Now she was going to find out if the fantasy would be as exotic as she'd fantasized. She knocked on the door of the mysterious house sitting off the beaten track. The door opened and she was greeted by a huge black man. "Welcome to the Mandingo Club, young lady. I am Henry. Please let me bring you a martini. I'd guess you are in need of a strong one, right" Annie looked up at Henry, the man whom she assumed would be her first lover in the gang bang she requested. Her voice sounded weak and far away as she managed to answer, "Thank you. I think I need a strong one, three to one, and stirred, not shaken." The big man smiled, "Coming right up, and I'm guessing a second marti might be needed to shake off all the butterflies, right?" The levity helped a bit but there was still business to be taken care of. In a low voice, almost a whisper, Annie said "Yes, but I made an appointment to...to... uh... to date a man named Henry, and I want to do what I came here for." "Oh you will, Annie. I'm delighted to be your first... uh, your first date." "Well, where we going to do it?," asked the young lady. "Let's socialize a tad by finishing our drinks. They are made to perfection and nothing goes with sex better than smooth gin and vermouth, unless it's a petite. lovely, woman and a black man with a large appendage. After drinking their libations, Henry took Annie into his arms, and pulled her tight. When she felt the hard, erect appendage pressing against her body, the young lady realized this was it. It was hardly a surprise because she had dressed specifically for sex. Her sleek, one piece, dress clung to her body, unencumbered by underwear. "Are you going to put that big thing inside me," she asked? "Yes, indeed Annie, and I'm going to do more than that. You ever heard the term 'eating the creme pie'?" "Oh indeed, and I've heard of gang bang. Are both offered at the Mandingo Club?" "Let's just say that you will leave here with a satisfied smile on your face. The Mandingo Club and its members insist on your satisfaction. We might start with a kiss." With that Henry pulled his soon to be lover close to himself and fondled her bare ass as he pulled her dress up. After a year of celibacy Annie knew she was on the verge of getting a fucking such as she had only dreamt of. She showed her willingness to do it by pulling Henry's face to hers and opening her mouth. The hot Frenchie was enhanced by feeling the black man's cock pressing into her stomach and his hands fondling her bare ass. Then he reached behind her neck and unhooked the hasp on her zipper allowing her dress to fall to the floor. She unclasped the hasp to her bra and her titties now stood erect. Her dress fell to the floor and Annie stepped out of them. She pushed off the panties and she was naked. Henry followed suit and quickly shed all this clothes. The shedding of clothing and foreplay were doing their job. Passion took over her body. She started desperately rubbing against him as if some sort of satisfaction could be achieved by merely rubbing. And it seemed as if that might be the case. Henry moved faster as if he were going to let fly. Then he stopped. "You sure you want this Annie." "Oh god yes, she answered." "More than anything in the world. Where can we do it?" At the Mandingo Club sex was more than performance art. Those not engaged were encouraged to watch those who were. And this night they got a bravo performance. Other Mandingos and their escorts, mostly petite white women, watched in awe as Annie and Henry were going at it. Henry gently lowered his petite paramour to a mattress on the floor. "I want it more than anything," The lovely widow said. "I know you do little angel, but let's do it right. He leaned over her, kissed her then moved south. He kissed, licked and nuzzled each titty in turn, then moved south. When he moved between Annie's legs he kissed where only Ron had ever kissed. He pulled the lips of her labia apart and ran his tongue over her clitoris then he lifted her hips and buried it deep in her vagina. Oh God! This was nostalgia covered with passion. Annie felt the orgasms building. Soon the petite, lovely widow was writhing in ecstasy. Crying "oooh my god ooooh god I want this so much," she raised her hips off the floor and ground her wet pussy into her host's mouth." She called for more and she got it! Henry moved on top. Her petite, lily white, body was covered, almost smothered, by a black body twice her weight. Annie felt Henry's body crushing her. And she loved it! This was why she had gone to the Mandingo Club. Her year's stint of being celibate was over. The young widow put her arms around Henry's body, pulled him tight to her, and lifted her ass off the bed. She looked down past her belly and saw about nine inches of hard, black cock pointed at her. She grabbed it and guided it to her wet vulva. The large black man and his petite white paramour started moving in concert. Eons of evolution topped years of self imposed segregation. The white woman was getting fucked as she'd never been fucked. And it was wonderful! Curiosity gave way to passion. Annie proclaimed her ecstasy by shoving her body back, meeting every thrust with a violent thrust of her own. Those in the room watching as well as those passing on the sidewalk were treated to cries of unrestrained passion. The gutteral Yo gonna get the fucking of your life. I'm gonna shove it in yo white pussy until you cum, white bitch! was followed by her plaint "Stop bragging and keep on fucking, you black Adonis. I need this and I want you to give it to me. And don't pull out, keep fucking" Although fucking wasn't a spectator sport at the Mandingo Club, the exhibition put on by Annie and her lover was the talk of the club for years. Then it happened. Henry started giving those short, hard strokes deep inside her. Annie responded in kind. She was pulling her black lover inside him when she felt it. One hard lunge after the other was accompanied by his orgasm. She could feel each, and each brought forth a scream. Now they lay still. She felt Henry's heart beating against her own pulsating body. He held her face and gave her a tender kiss. "That it?" She asked. "Yeah, fo the time being. But they is a half dozen other bloods waiting to get a piece of you." "More? I wonder how many more I an handle?" "Jes, lay honkey gal. That big brotha standin' there is gone lick you creme pie then fuck yo white pussy. _This is a prequel to the "Further Adventures of Kathryn" story._ *********************************** Kathryn had been intrigued when she read the ad, excited when she contacted the couple who had placed it. But now, as she stood in front of the unfamiliar house, she felt a tinge of panic. "What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself. With her arm stretched tentatively toward the doorbell, she thought this was her last chance to change her mind, to return to her boring but oh so safe life. But before she could act on that impulse, the door was jerked open and a tall, vaguely Mediterranean-looking man stepped into the doorway. "You're prompt," Michael said. "I assume you have followed your other instructions as well." "Yes," Kathryn replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't tell me, show me." Kathryn reached down and started to lift the hem of her short, clinging dress. "Not like that," Michael interrupted her. "Take it off -- show me everything." With a nervous glance at the adjoining houses, Kathryn slipped the dress over her head and dropped it on the porch. Her hands slid down her body, directing his eyes to her pussy, which she had shaved, just as she had been told. Her fingers slightly parted her lips to reveal the string that was attached to the little balls that danced so maddeningly inside of her. "Very obedient. Come in." As Kathyryn stepped into the house, she was confronted by a voluptuous brunette clad only in a G-string and bustier that did more to accentuate than to conceal her full breasts. We are going to have such fun with you," Jacqueline said. "Follow me." Kathryn followed her down a hall to a bedroom and obeyed the other woman's unspoken command to get on the bed. Jacqueline handed her two long strips of silk and told her to attach them to her ankles and then tie them to the bedposts. Without hesitation, she did as ordered and then lay back on the bed. Jacqueline and Michael moved to opposite sides of the bed, each holding another long strip of silk with which they attached her wrists to the bedposts at the head of the bed. Naked, spreadeagled and tied, Kathryn didn't think she could feel more vulnerable, or more excited -- until Jacqueline covered her eyes with a blindfold and Michael slid a pillow under her ass, putting her even more on display. "Our guests will be here in a few minutes," Michael said. "Let's make sure you're ready to receive them." Kathryn felt the tip of a vibrator touch her freshly shaved mound and as Michael turned up the power she could feel the balls inside of her ricocheting off the walls of her pussy. Juices began leaking from her, trickling down the insides of her thighs and she knew she was building to an enormous climax. But before she could get there, Michael snatched the vibrator away, leaving her writhing and frustrated. "I think you're ready now," he said. "We'll be back when our guests arrive." Kathryn heard the couple walk out of the room and as she lay there alone she felt the panic again begin to gnaw at the edges of her mind. "What have I done?" she thought. "I don't know these people. My only contact has been an exchange of e-mails." But even with the panic, she couldn't deny her other feelings. Her nipples were stretched to their fullest and her pussy was still flowing. Finally, she heard the doorbell ring, and then the sound of voices. She strained to hear them, two male and two female, she thought. Then Jacqueline's voice above the others, "Come and see the present we have for you." Footsteps in the hall, and then in the bedroom. "What a delicious looking little slut," a female voice said. "Look at her nipples, they're like rocks -- and her cunt is soaked. And we can do anything we want with her?" "Anything at all," Michael replied. Kathryn felt a body climb onto the bed, a knee against her left shoulder. Then a leg dragged over her body and the person's other knee was pressed against her right shoulder. The scent was unmistakeable -- a woman's pussy was hovering just inches above her face. Vivid memories of her only other sexual encounter with a woman came flooding back, a drunken revel with her college roommate -- an adventure she had desperately wanted to repeat but which, unfortunately, her roommate had not. For the next several years she had longed to see if it would be as good with another woman, but had never had the courage to actually ask one. Now it was going to happen and she couldn't stifle a moan of anticipated pleasure. "Look how much he wants you, Charlene," a male voice said. "Stick your tongue out, you little slut." Unhesitatingly, Kathryn stuck her tongue out, anticipating that sweet, tangy taste she remembered from years earlier. But where was it? Her tongue searched the air frantically but to no avail. Oh no, she thought, they're not just going to tease me are they? But then in one swift motion, Charlene lowered herself, wrapping Kathryn's tongue in the wet, tight walls of her pussy. As Charlene ground aginst her mouth, Kathryn probed hungrily with her tongue, licking and swirling, nearly delirious with excitement. She could hear the other woman moaning and whimpering and could think only of how much she wanted Charlene to come in her mouth. "Suck my clit," Charlene commanded. "Yes, oh yes, just like that! Randy, do it now!" Kathryn felt another climb onto the bed and straddle her body. And then the sound of a cock plunging into a wet pussy. "Oh God, fuck my cunt while she sucks my clit!" Charlene cried. Jesus, Kathryn thought, there's a couple fucking right over my face. The sound, the smell, it's such a turn-on. If only I could see! "Harder!" Charlene wailed, and as Randy drove his cock harder into her pussy Kathryn sucked harder on her clit. "Don't stop, oh don't stop, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna... I'm gonna... ohhhhh!" Pussy juices streamed from Charlene, coating Kathryn's mouth and chin and running down her cheeks. As her orgasm subsided, Charlene pulled away from Kathryn's mouth, which was instantly filled with Randy's cock. His breath was coming in short labored gasps as Kathryn stretched her neck to take him all the way inside of her mouth. She held her lips tight around his shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth and used her tongue to lash the tip of his cock. Kathryn had never wanted a man's come as much in her life. She sucked harder, feeling his cock throb in her mouth. "Now!" Randy screamed, and unleashed jet after jet of come into her mouth. "Don't swallow it," a woman ordered. "We want to see it." Kathryn couldn't completely deny herself, couldn't help swallowing some of it, but the rest she pushed out with her tongue, letting the others see her mouth coated with Randy's hot, sticky come. And then Randy climbed off the bed and she was alone again. The room was silent, what were they doing? Suddenly, Kathryn felt clamps being attached to her swollen nipples. God they hurt! Or did they feel good? She couldn't even tell. All she knew was that it was one of the strongest sensations she had ever felt and the longer it went on the more she loved it. "Straddle her chest, Roxanne," Jacqueline said, and the younger woman climbed on top of Kathryn, rubbing her stiff clit against one clamped nipple and then the other. Kathryn arched her back, aching to feel the woman's pussy envelop her nipple. "You love it, don't you?" Jacqueline asked. Having Roxanne's hot cunt rub against your tits?" "Yes," Katherine whimpered. "But it's not enough, is it? You want more cunt and more cock, don't you?" "I want all of you." Jacqueline thrust one of Kathryn's tied hands bewteen her legs, pushing a finger into her pussy, and Terry wrapped the other one around his cock. They rocked against her hands, following the same rhythm that Roxanne was using on her nipple. Kathryn was floating in a world of pure pleasure but her pussy was screaming for attention. Even though she knew the rules, she was ready to beg. And then she felt Michael move between her legs and rub the head of his cock against her clit. Without any hair to cover it, her clit was totally exposed to the sensations and she could feel sparks going off inside of her. The balls were pounding inside of her, but much as she loved the feeling, what she really wanted was to be fucked -- right here, with everybody watching her. As if reading her mind, Jacqueline said, "You want Michael to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes." "Say it!" "I want Michael to fuck me. I want you all to watch Michael fuck me. I want to be a complete slut and have you all know it." Michael slipped his cock away from her clit and Kathryn waited breathlessly for him to remove the balls from her pussy and fuck her. But instead she felt his finger, coated with something cold and slippery slip between the cheeks of her ass. Her body froze. "You want us to watch you get fucked? We'd love to. But we want to see you get fucked in the ass," Jacqueline said. It had been years since Kathryn had done that, actually she'd only done it twice and hadn't really liked it all that much. But the feeling of Jacqueline and Terry fucking her hands and Roxanne fucking her tits had her so turned on she couldn't stop. And she was beginning to like the feeling of Michael's finger probing into her ass. In fact, she was starting to like it a lot. Michael took his finger out and moved his cock between Kathryn's cheeks. "Wait," Roxanne said. "Let me turn around so I can see. When Roxanne was comfortbaly settled back on one of Kathryn's nipples, Michael slid his cock into her ass in one long slow stroke. It had never felt like that before and she thrust her hips up to meet him. Roxanne leaned forward and put her hands on Kathryn's thighs, parting them wider so she and Jacqueline and Terry could wach Michael's cock glide in and out of her tight asshole. And while she leaned forward she blew softly on Kathryn's clit. If she just kisses it once, I'll come, Kathryn thought, but instead Roxanne just kept blowing on it and rocking her cunt faster against the tied woman's nipple. Terry and Jacqueline were also moving faster against her hands. Kathryn heard Terry groan and felt his come shoot through her hand, splashing against her shoulder, neck and cheek. That sight set Jacqueline off. Kathryn could feel the muscles of the brunette's pussy clutching at her finger. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex and Roxanne humped faster aginst Kathryn's nipple, rubbing it against her clit over and over until she, too, exploded. Kathryn was covered with juices of three pussies and two cocks -- and a third cock was driving in and out of her ass, filling her, stretching her. "Stay very still," Michael said. "I want you to feel me come inside of your ass." He slowed his pace, drawing his cock almost all the way out of her on each stroke. Kathryn knew that he was holding back now, trying to savor every second of her tightness. And then one last long stroke and she felt his cock erupt. It seemed as though he would never stop coming, one spurt after another filling her ass. As Michael withdrew from her, the others moved away -- except Jacqueline, who removed the blindfold and leaned down to kiss Kathryn. "Well, it seems you've made us all come. Now it's your turn." Jacqueline untied Kathryn's wrists and handed her the vibrator Michael had used on her earlier. With the three couples gathered around her, Kathryn pushed the vibrator against her pussy and turned it up to full power. She loved seeing them, knowing they were watching her. It was all more than she could take and she arched her back as she screamed out her orgasm. As Kathryn melted onto the mattress, she felt hands drawing her arms back over her head and her wrists again being tied. "Rest now, dear, we'll be back later," Jacqueline said. And I can't wait, Kathryn thought. This is a short tale concerning one of my recent experiences with another man. I have been married to the same wonderful man for many years, but I just don't seem to able to stop having hot, sexual affairs. My husband knows all about my "indiscretions" and is happy to let me carry on as long as nobody gets hurt, but until this recent experience, I don't think he really knew exactly how "bad" I was! I had seen Abdul, a lovely, hot Arab gentleman with a nice big cock, only two days before. We had fucked like rabbits for hours in a rented motel room and my poor pussy and butt had been sore for two days afterwards. I didn't mind so much, it was a small price to pay for the huge enjoyment I got out of having sex with him! Four days later Abdul phoned me again. "Well Lene is your pussy and ass all right again now?" he said in his wonderfully masculine accent. I replied that I was fine now, and really longing for his big piece of hard meat again. "Then we must do something about that, Lene. Are you home tonight?" I was thinking that our children could sleep at some of their classmates homes that night - it couldn't be better! "Oh, yes please Abdul, come tonight at 7.30, and we will have a great time!" "That sounds just great," he replied. "I'll see you then". When my husband came home I suggested that we had some fun with the children out of the house for a change. "Can I tie you up tonight?" I asked him, "then I'll have a surprise for you." My husband quickly agreed. I guess that he is as submissive as me when it comes to sex and that's one of the reasons that I go looking for other men. Being dominated and "forced" to do things, makes me so wet and causes me to have really explosive orgasms. I had not told my husband, that Abdul would visit us tonight, I wanted it to be a big surprise! At 7pm we went to the bedroom and we took all of our clothes off. My husband did not know that I had unlocked the front door. I tied him stretched out on the bed, then licked his dick until it was hard as a rock. His solid meat was soon twitching in my mouth as I fellated him and I could tell that he was getting close to climax. Suddenly I stopped. "Oooh God, don't stop darling! I'm nearly there!" he cried "Have patience, my darling," I replied. I looked at my watch: 7.25pm. "It's nearly time for your surprise!" Changing my position, I placed my thighs on both sides off his head. Lowering my soaking cunt over his mouth, I "forced" him to lick my pussy. I could hear the door downstairs open, and then footsteps on the stairs. I was squeezing my husband's head with my thighs, so he hadn't heard anything yet. Abdul opened the door. He was naked, and his big cock was hard. Just as my eyes caught Abdul's my body shook into a powerful orgasm. I yelled loudly and rolled off my husband leaving his face streaked with my fluid. He was very surprised to see Abdul standing there with a huge hard-on sticking out in front of him. Abdul said "Hi!" and then he grabbed and kissed me deeply. He pressed me down on the bed beside my helpless husband and roughly spread my thighs wide, my glistening pussy open and wet for all to see. Abdul didn't waste any time with formalities, he just thrust his long hard cock deep into my hole and fucked me right beside my husband. We were so close that my husband could feel every movement as my pussy was speared time after time. I grabbed my husband's dick with my right hand, and masturbated him, while Abdul fucked me. When I could feel that he was about to burst, I cruelly stopped yet again. The frustration was plain on my husbands face. "Oh God, you've stopped again...please...I so need to cum!" he complained Abdul smiled and revelled in his power as he took me, pushing his big dick to the bottom of my pussy, and suddenly filling me with his sperm. At that moment I got a weak orgasm, but it was still very pleasant. Abdul and I were petting for a while. He were using his fingers, rubbing my hard clit and dipping into my pussy and asshole alternately while kissing my tits. I was playing with his soft dick and his balls and soon I could feel it hardening and growing again. Now Abdul suggested that I should suck my husband's dick while he was fucking me from behind. This seemed like a great idea and I quickly placed my self in a "69" position with my husband. This way, he would have a close look at Abdul's big fat dick when he started to fuck me again. I started to suck my husbands' dick, and then I felt Abdul's hard length in my pussy. It was just great and felt quite naughty: Abdul was fucking me, and my husband's eyes were not twelve inches away from the action. Just the thought of that made me so hot and horny. Abdul fucked me really hard while I sucked my husband's dick. His solid meat filling my wet pussy completely. Suddenly my husband filled my mouth with his sperm. I had been so busy with the excitement of Abdul slamming my pussy from behind, I had not noticed the tell-tale signs of impending climax in my husband! As his cock squirted more and more cum into my mouth and down my throat, Abdul just kept on fucking me. I was moaning and squeezing my husband's balls trying to get every last drop of his emission into my eager mouth. I pressed back to meet Abdul's hard thrusts and suddenly it felt like my whole body exploded. "Aaaahhhhhhhh.....Ooooh Abdul oooooh yesssssssss......fuck me hard...PLEASEEEEEEE!..." As I shuddered into yet another orgasm, Abdul pressed his dick all the way up in my pussy and filled me with his sperm. When, a moment later, he withdrew his dick from me, our juices splashed down on my husband's head and beard. But Abdul seemed far from finished with me. He deftly tied me beside my husband, my legs widely spread with my right thigh resting on my husband's body. He found a dildo on the night stand and began to use it in my pussy while he was licking my clit. It was really great and soon I reached another orgasm. I screamed and moaned, but Abdul just kept on with the dildo and tongue, it was really too much. I almost felt I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't (or wouldn't!) Maybe that was good because I got a really great orgasm a moment later. It was so good that I nearly fainted. Now Abdul's big dick was ready again, he pressed it all the way up my dripping pussy and fucked me really hard and fast. I was moaning and screaming in pure ecstasy and it was fortunate that our nearest neighbour was more than 300 yards away. We would not have been very popular in an apartment building! Abdul continued to fuck my well used pussy for several minutes more and I felt the trembles of two more small orgasms and one big one before he was finished with me. The last big one was really shaking me up: I was trembling and my body was totally out of my control. I was trying to rip myself free of the ropes, but my "struggle" was all in vain. Just as I had calmed down, Abdul withdrew his dick and forced me to suck it. I eagerly swallowed his length into my mouth and sucked hard and fast. A moment later his sperm was pouring down my throat. As fast as I could drink it, it was running down my cheeks and my neck. After I had licked his wonderful dick clean, he untied my husband and myself. Without another word, he took his clothes and, kissing me goodbye, ran down the stairs and out of the front door. At least he looked completely satisfied, I thought! Now it was my husbands turn. He started to fuck me hard with deep strokes, but my pussy was so widely dilated and soaking wet from our juices, that there was not very much "sensation" for him after I had taken Abdul's massive tool. I smiled at him and quickly pushed him off. I went down on my elbows and knees and wiggled my butt in the air like a bitch in heat. He took the hint and fucked me in my tight ass. It was great for me, and I'm sure that the grip of my ass felt much better to him than my open and used pussy. I used my finger on my clit, rubbing myself in time with his thrusts in my bottom and just a moment after he filled my ass with his juice I exploded into the best orgasm of the night. Afterwards, we went into the bathroom and took a shower together to clean up. Then we went to sleep in each other's arm. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that it was good that my pussy was so elasticated. I knew that by the morning it would be quite normal again and ready for another cock! Thank god for that! The End |
Sometimes, I think certain things are meant to be, for good and for ill, and it's best not to get in Fate's way. How else would you explain how my wife and I met? I lived in Vanier, Ontario, at the time and as a broke student at Carleton University, I needed all the hours I could get from my job as a security guard. I'm living on my own for the first time. My parents, Moustapha and Sagal Hussein are going through a messy separation. The usual Somali family crap. Things are way too tense at the family house in Orleans, so I moved to my own spot. That day, my scheduler, an irate prick by the name of Aaron Hansen, sent me to this hotel downtown where I was supposed to fill in for one of the site guards. The shift was supposed to last from ten in the evening till six in the morning. Around nine thirty I left my apartment and rushed to the number 9 bus stop. I saw the bus drive off without me, for I was a few seconds too late. The fact that I was running in the late-April rain meant little to the bus driver, and dude left without me. Is any wonder people in Ottawa hate OC Transpo with a vengeance? I stood there, in the rain, and waited for the next bus. When it finally showed up, I showed my student bus pass to the driver, and I was barely aboard before the bearded, stocky old white dude started a rant about my being so dark-skinned that he barely could see me in the dark. I sat down, soaked, my mind swirling with questions. Would I make it to my shift on time? The last thing I wanted was for the security team supervisor, or worse, hotel management, to complain to my company. As I sat there, I suddenly remembered the bus driver's words. Did this fool seriously say what I think he just said? Wow. Something about my being so dark he couldn't see me at night? Damn. As a young black man in Ottawa, Ontario, I was used to encountering racism wherever I went. The myth of Canadian niceness is just that, a myth. Still, for this fool to say something like this to me, so casually and unprovoked, well, it made me simmer. I looked around the bus as it neared the Hurdman Station terminal, and no one else seemed to notice my discomfort. I waited for the bus to come to a complete stop before I confronted the bus driver. Next time keep this bigoted comment to yourself, I said calmly. The old white dude stared at me. What are you talking about? he said angrily. Unbelievable. That's how they are in Ottawa, I swear. They say all kinds of dumb shit about us minorities and then pretend they didn't say anything on those rare occasions when they are confronted by, say, someone like me. Don't say dumb stuff about my skin tone if you know what's good for you, I said, and walked away. I stood there, in the rain, and waited for the next bus heading downtown. Hurdman is a major traffic point for all the buses in Ottawa. It was nine forty nine and I had about eleven minutes to get to the Rideau Shopping Center, the hotel where I'm working is like five minutes from the mall. I could make it if I run, provided I don't bump into one of those perpetually angry/drunken creeps who hang around Rideau street at night, looking for trouble. As I boarded the 98 Bus heading to Tunney's Pasture, I noticed someone looking at me. A short, slender young woman with bronze skin and a shock of black hair sneaking out from under her rain-soaked hijab. As Salam Alaikum sister, I said, a bit unnerved by her unwavering stare. I'm a tall black guy in a security uniform. I know I'm likely to get stared at more than usual. Walaikum Salaam, the young woman replied, after a brief pause, still gawking at me. I smiled politely at her. Did I know her from somewhere? Perhaps I'd seen her at school. I'd been practically living at the Carleton University library during the exam period. Civil engineering is not the easiest major and I'm a B student at best. So, yeah, I had to cram. We don't have a lot of girls in civil engineering at CU and I kind of know most of them. Nah, this gal wasn't from good ole Minto. Nope, so where had I seen her before? Perhaps the Masjid, except that last time I went to a mosque, Ignatieff was still the leader of Canada's liberal party. Yeah, it's been THAT long. Which brings us back to square one. Why is this vaguely familiar-looking broad staring at my black ass? I saw what that bus driver did to you and he had no right, the young woman said. I stared at her, stunned. You were there, I said slowly, shaking my head. A sad nod from her. Yes my brother and I am sorry for his racist words that wounded you, she said sincerely. I looked into those brown eyes of hers, and saw something I didn't expect. People of color endure all kinds of mistreatment in Western society but we who are of African descent bear the brunt of it. I didn't think people from other backgrounds could understand what we go through, but something in her eyes told me she could relate. Thank you sister, I said, gently nodding. I didn't know what else to say. You're welcome brother I am Nashida, the young woman replied, extending her slender hand. I looked at her, smiled and shook her hand. I'm Bilal Hussein, I said. And thus I met the woman destined to change my existence. Pleasure to meet you and thanks, I told her, as the bus arrived at Rideau. It was nine fifty seven. I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of making it to the hotel on time, yet I felt fine. Good to meet you Bilal and keep your head up, Nashida said, as I exited the bus. I was smiling from ear to ear as I cut through the mall, rushed down the escalator and then ran through the crowded, rain-soaked street below. I finally made it to the hotel by ten zero five, if you can believe that. Please sign in and report to the seventh floor, the security team survivor, a slim, kind of butch-looking blonde chick said evenly, handing me a clipboard. I showed her my Ontario security licence, an orange card containing my mug shot- type pic, and she inspected it before handing it back to me. I rushed to the elevator, and arrived on the seventh floor. I found out I'd be guarding a tour group, some private school in Quebec whose students were visiting Ottawa. I nodded at whatever instructions the chaperones gave me, then plopped down on the comfy-looking chair. I owe Koodo Mobile close to two hundred dollars and I'm flat out broke so my phone is definitely not working. Lucky for me the hotel had free Wi-Fi, so I was able to check my Facebook. I typed Nashida's name in the search engine, and imagine my surprise when I spotted her quite easily. Apparently we had a few friends in common! I admired Nashida Ahmadzai's profile. It was quite interesting. The gal is originally from Charikar, Afghanistan, and she's studying business at the University of Ottawa. With the exception of her profile picture, all the other pics on her page were of other people, political figures, religious leaders, and the like. Shall I send her a friend request? I don't see why not. I sent the request, then relaxed in my chair. Overnight shifts like this are easy money. No contractors or bozos to deal with. No one to really report to. The site guards didn't want to bother with this type of watch duty so they asked the company to send a greenhorn like me. Oh, well. With a balance of only sixty seven dollars in my CIBC bank account, I desperately needed the hours. So bring them on. I don't get paid till next week and I haven't been getting enough hours from the security company lately. I was there, chilling, when I noticed that I had a reply on my Facebook. Damn that was fast! Hello brother, came a very enthusiastic greeting from one Nashida Ahmadzai. I smiled, and noted that she'd accepted my friend request and written on my wall. Since I wasn't doing Jack, why not chat up this cutie? As it turns out, chatting up Nashida on Facebook proved to be the highlight of my day. Hell, make that my week. The lady was smart, cute AND funny. She'd only been in Ottawa since January, and she already hated it. We call it the town that fun forgot, I laughed as I wrote her. When I asked her what she was doing up so late, Nashida wrote that she was working at a call center near Metcalfe street. I'm bilingual and they were hiring, she said, followed by LOL. I smiled and shook my head at that. Lots of foreigners come to Canada with more ambition and drive than the locals, and it would seem that Nashida was one of them. Good for her. My family moved to Ottawa when I was only about three, and we've had our share of difficulties but at least my parents expected me to make something of myself. That's why I'm at Carleton, studying civil engineering. A lot of minority guys aren't so lucky. Born in Canada to Somali, Arab, South Asian or Persian families, they have zero ambition and don't even bother with going to college or university. They end up working at Tim Horton's and spend their days smoking, chasing girls and watching TV. Girls from those same minority families attend Ottawa's colleges and universities, and end up working pretty decent jobs for the government or private sector. Such is life. I want to open up my own realty firm someday, Nashida wrote, and I had to smile. The gal's got ambition, and she's pretty. What was I getting myself into? Nashida and I had been 'talking' for three hours, and had learned quite a bit about each other. I cannot believe I told this young woman whom I had just met about my dissatisfaction with my work, my parents marriage being on the rocks, and my hope to start my own company someday. Going to have to let you go because I have to answer this call, Nashida wrote, followed by 'goodnight brother'. I smiled and wished her goodnight. I checked the time, and gawked. Damn, it was already four in the morning. How time flies when you're talking to a pretty lady and have nothing else to do. I smiled as I looked at Nashida's profile picture one more time. I saw her something in those eyes of hers, even through the photograph. A simple color picture of her sporting a red jacket and pink hijab. What a cutie, I said aloud, then logged off Facebook. In hindsight, I'm definitely not the most observant person in the world, given that I'm a security guard and lack attention to detail. The next morning, I went home and fell asleep on my bed minutes after setting foot in my apartment. Didn't wake up till two in the afternoon. I went to the washroom, shat, showered, then left. May had arrived and like all university students in Ottawa, my bus pass expires. With less than seventy dollars in my account, I can't afford the ninety-eight-dollar regular adult bus pass. I am, ahem, screwed. What good is a security guard who can't get around town? I went to my neighbor, this Sudanese dude named William something or other who lives on the same floor I do, and asked to use his phone. I figured I'd call the company, get in touch with my scheduler and get more shifts. William flat out said no, then slammed the door in my face. So much for black solidarity, eh? Great. I have no way of getting in touch with my scheduler. Only thing I can think of is going to the campus library and send him an email. I just hope he hadn't left the office yet. Do you have any idea how long it takes a six-foot-one, 250-pound, severely out of shape Somali brother like myself to walk from my apartment on Coventry road, deep inside Vanier, to the Carleton campus on Colonel By? I left the house around three and walked up Donald Street, toward Montreal Road and Rideau, and then finally made my way toward Bronson Avenue through Gloucester. I attracted a lot of stares on the road, for folks don't walk long distances in Ottawa unless it's a special event. Finally, I arrived at the library. Immediately I looked for a spot to sit, logged on and signed into my Yahoo account. I had two emails from my scheduler, apparently he was looking for someone to do three overnight shifts starting this weekend, and when he couldn't get in touch with me, they went to someone else. Great. I sat there, for a long moment, and stared at the computer. Can a man be this damn unlucky? Don't answer that. I was still sulking when I overheard female voices coming in from the reception desk. It's been a couple of weeks since finals ended, and even though the library is open, campus is usually deserted. I've got nine point five out of the fifteen credits I need to graduate from the civil engineering program. I want to take a couple of summer courses and speed things along because I want to graduate next year. This is so not happening if I don't find a way not only to pay Carleton the eleven hundred bucks I owed them from the Winter semester but also, I need to get some cash for summer school. Where in hell am I going to get it? I don't qualify for OSAP because apparently, my parents make too much money. Mom works as an account manager with the Bank of Montreal and dad is a constable with the Ontario Provincial Police, one of a few Muslims on the force. No, my family isn't rich. My parents don't help with paying for my studies. I'm expected to make it on my own. Sounds like fun? Anyhow, just as I began to wonder who them broads who were being so loud at the front of the library were, guess who walked in with a group of chicks? None other than Nashida Ahmadzai. Damn. I blinked nervously. What was she doing there? I got up and approached her. Apparently she and her friends were visiting campus. One of the red-clad campus tour people were escorting them. Hi Bilal, Nashida said, spotting me as I came toward them. Hello sister, I said nervously, and Nashida smiled at me. Clad in a long- sleeved blue T-shirt, long black skirt and sky blue hijab, Nashida looked really lovely. We've got to stop meeting like this, she said slyly, a coy look in her brown eyes. I grinned, and we stood there, awkwardly staring at each other. So this is where Bilal Hussein comes to hide, Nashida said, looking at the library around us. I shrugged. As a lifelong nerd and amateur fiction writer, libraries have often been my refuge. Touché, I said, and felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Out of habit I pulled it out. Since I hadn't paid the bill in ages the phone wasn't activated, so nobody could be calling me. I rolled my eyes when I remembered what it was. I set my phone alarm to buzz every day at 4 : 20 PM because, well, I'm a 420 fan. Not an addict, I just use it recreationally. Something funny happened when I pulled out my phone while talking to Nashida. Let's keep in touch, she said, and spelled out her digits. All without being prompted. How about that? I smiled with more confidence than I felt as I punched Nashida's number into my phone. Cool, I said nonchalantly, and Nashida smiled. Your tour group is getting away, I pointed out, noticing that her pals or whatever they were headed for the elevators. Why don't you give me a tour of campus instead? Nashida said, with a slickness that surprised me. Don't mind if I do, I said, and just like that, we walked out of the library together. I didn't log off the PC. I kind of didn't care, actually. Twice in the past twenty four hours I'd run into this gorgeous and intelligent sister. I don't believe in coincidences. I'm not as steeped into traditions and religion as I once was, but when Allah points you in a direction, obey His will. I showed Nashida around campus, alright. We walked through Loeb, and then I led her through the tunnels leading back to the Uni-Center, where we got some coffee at Tim Horton's. As we sat down near Oliver's Pub, which was closed for the season of course, Nashida and I had ourselves a nice little chat. I'm loving it here in Ontario, she confessed, while sipping her latte. I shrugged and smiled. I've lived here my whole life, or pretty close, so to me, Ontario is just meh. Ottawa sucks but Toronto is definitely where I see myself living after graduation, I told Nashida, who high-fived me. Amen to that brother, she giggled. I tried not to stare at Nashida as we spoke, not the easiest thing in the world since she's really pretty. Short and cute, but with a fire within. More than that, I found her friendly, and easy to talk to. We must do something soon, I said. I'm free Tuesday so let's do movies, Nashida suggested. Man, I could have hugged and kissed her right then and there. With less than seventy dollars in my account, I couldn't take this gal anyplace fancy even though I was totally feeling her. Going to a movie at Silver City in the east end was right up my alley. Sounds good to me, I said, and Nashida smiled. Before I knew it, we'd been talking for a good couple of hours. It was getting dark outside. I walked Nashida to the O-Train station ( apparently she lives in Westboro ) and as I extended my hand for her to shake, she gave me a hug. See you real soon Bilal, she grinned. I stood there, stunned. A bit hands-on, isn't she? This gal was not like the others, for real. Honestly, I don't typically bother with Muslim girls when it comes to dating because a lot of them are too conservative for my taste. Good night Nashida, I said, as I hugged her back gently. The O-Train came, the same train I'd been riding all year with my now expired U-pass. Nashida got on, and waved me goodbye as she sat down. I waved back enthusiastically as the train went away. I stood there, smiling like an idiot, not feeling the rain as it fell on me. I am so glad Nashida took the O-Train and not the bus. I so didn't want to ride the bus because I wanted to save every penny for our upcoming date Tuesday. With a smile on my face, I began the long trek from campus back to my apartment. Not the safest thing to do on a rainy night in Ottawa, that's for sure. We're not that big a city, barely a million people, but we've got our share of crazy drivers and weirdoes-on-the-street. I thought of Nashida, and how we kept running into each other. I have a good feeling about this gal. My last relationship didn't work out so well. In one of my not-so bright moments, I went out with this chick named Dominique Morrison. I guess you could say I was blinded by lust. The lady was really something. Tall, curvy and sexy, exotically beautiful the way only someone half black and half white can be. Dominique is originally from Montreal. We met at school, and she was taking Nursing at Carleton. A whirlwind romance followed, and Dominique was a lot of fun. Until she dumped me for a Puerto Rican guy named Rico. Isn't love grand? I swore to myself I'd stay focused on school and work, since I had lousy work with the female of the species. I was too liberal/westernized for the Muslim girls in Ottawa and too much of a nice guy for the chicks from other communities. Yeah, my prospects with women weren't great, until Allah put Nashida Ahmadzai on my path. Of course, things weren't easy for me or my new prospective lady love. I was going through all kinds of crap with my family, my school and my job. I would later learn that Nashida was going through her share of hardships. Remember when I mentioned the pink hijab she wore? Well, her mom Nadia was a breast cancer survivor, and this was a cause Nashida was particularly passionate about. Nashida and her mother moved to Canada for the education and healthcare, essentially. All these things ( and more ) I would discover about her in time. A difficult but ultimately wonderful and life-changing relationship awaited us both, and it would begin at the Silver City theater next Tuesday, where Nashida and I would go watch the movie Brick Mansions. I would tighten my belt and save up for that date, mainly because something inside told me Nashida was worth it. And she was. Yeah, a wonderful future awaited Nashida and I. One day, tonight's events would be something my dear lady love and I would share with our friends for a good laugh. For now, though, I would endure the freezing rain on the first day of May as I walked from the Carleton campus on Colonel By to my apartment on Coventry. First order of business tomorrow? I'm going to borrow money from a friend, or maybe Western Union's cash store, to pay for my damn phone because I've got Nashida's number and I definitely want to hear her voice. Tonight, though, as I dodged cars, walked through cold and lonely roads, and avoided the crazies that filled the streets of Ottawa at night, I thanked the Most High for putting Nashida on my path. Peace be upon you. _AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have gotten permission from the author Hearsz who made a series called "Jerk-Off Sessions" to use his format and make my series "Any Given Fantasy", which there are many differences from Hearsz series and my series, such as going down different paths as you will see as the story goes on. I'm formerly known as "HornyTroy" as some of you may know from my old account, however, due to issues with said account I had to make a new account. Thus, I have to repost Chapter 1 of this new series I've started. I have gotten permission toOnce again, I'm planning on this to be a 7 part series. Hope you all enjoy!_ * Being a sex addict... You know I never really thought much of it, well that's until I found myself with the very same problem. Not so much an addict in terms of having many and many partners and then some, I mean to be honest my name is Jake Reynolds and I was the outcast 18 year old that is basically invisible in social settings, but going back to the point it's more so that when I feel the need for release, or even when I don't, I find myself not being able to control my actions. More than usual, I've been having non-stop various dreams about female celebrities. Now I've jerked off to countless of sexy, busty and or curvy celebrities before, but these dreams were starting to frighten me because they became more like blackouts instead of dreams. I have been blacking out and then waking in a what be like a pool of my own cum at times. I'm not going to lie I worry that if I don't put an end to these blackouts, I could end up doing something that may get me in more trouble than I could imagine. Sometimes all it took was just a thought or a headline or picture to set me off. As soon as that particular celebrity couldn't get out of my head, for whatever reason, gets me a boner and I can't help no matter how hard I try, but I can't help, but to jerk off until I've let the pent up tension out. So I've taken it upon myself to write down anything I can remember from these blackouts. What I'm about to tell you one of the many things of what an ordinary day has been for me this week: Monday morning... Monday started off like how it usually does for my family. My dad was rushing because he was leaving for another one of his "week" business trips which he already traveled a lot so it was mostly just me, my mom, and my little sister, my mom was making breakfast for me and my sister, my little sister was getting ready for school in her bedroom, and I woke up late as usual for Monday and was now rushing into shower before breakfast. I gotta admit I hated school and like I said earlier I was a misfit outcast so I pretended to sleep late on Monday's as I was in no rush to get to school. As I took off my clothes and wrapped a towel around me, I went to the bathroom in the hallway and closed the door behind me. I turned on the shower, it then dawned on me about not getting a chance to jerk off last night after getting horny due to my buxom mother, which is another story in itself. I had a full on boner from not getting a release last night. As I went into the shower, I just let the hot water run through my hair as I hung my head down, so I could wash out the shampoo to my hair that I had applied, I looked around for thus body cream that my mol brought that's supposed o be used while in the shower. Yet it was nowhere to be found when I really needed it, but just then I noticed a bottle down near the tiled ground which had the front label facing away from me. Bending down to pick it up, I noticed it was a tropical flavored body lotion, but more importantly, it had a picture of Vanessa Hudgens on it, promoting the said product. I then realized that my little sister left her lotion as she used the bathroom before me. As I squirted some of that sweet smelling lotion into my hand, I was about to starting jerking off while thinking about my mother, but for some reason I found myself not being able to take my eyes off of the sexy brunette that was on the label that was Vanessa Hudgens. Her sexy slutty smile, nice tits that were showing some good cleavage was certainly something that caught my attention. To my surprise I was actually getting harder then I already was, my cock getting harder thinking about how sexy and a tease she is, thinking about all her hot nude pictures that were leaked. Pouring more lotion into my hand, I used the huge glob of cream to stroke my cock and immediately felt an unexpected but wonderful sensation as I closed my eyes as I thought about the job at hand... "Need some help with that?" a voice asked from behind me. I jumped thinking my that my walked in on me. Before I could utter a response, there she was, none other than... Vanessa Hudgens, looking like the sexy brunette that everyone knows her as. She pressed up against me, and I stood there stunned as I could feel her firm soft tits and hard nipples pressed against my back as she reached around to take a hold of my slippery cock. "Oh yeah you bad boy, you like it when I play with your cock?" she cooed. I was taken aback and freaked out thinking about what the heck is going on, but the sensation of Vanessa Hudgens jerking me off felt to good for me to stop her or question it. "Ohhh yeah Vanessa, that feels so freaking good. It's just what I need right now", I responded. It felt so real and amazing. The way she stroked my cock, trying to get me off. Whilst she tugged at my boner, the luscious sexpot leant up and licked at my earlobe saying, "So do you think you can cum for me big boy?" "Unghh yeah, just give me a minute". Vanessa Hudgens began beating my cock faster now, trying to make my cum. The way her beautiful soft warm hand felt jacking my cock felt extraordinary. Her stroking felt really slick when mixed with the warm water and soapy lotion I'd applied earlier. And when she reached down between my legs from behind to play with my balls, I thought for sure it would only be a matter of time before I was going to cum buckets, but all of a sudden she stopped, prying herself away from me. I looked over my shoulder. "Hey, why did you stop?" I asked. "I think you need a little more inspiration my bad boy," Vanessa said in a very sultry voice. She stepped in front of me and kissed me deeply, massaging her tongue with mine as the hot water drenched her sexy body. Stepping back, I took in her incredible naked body, her young female form was perfection at it's finest. Breaking the kiss she said, "Alright, let's get to it then shall we?" She turned around held my cock up and then pushed her nice soft warm big ass against my cock and started grinding her hot ass on my cock. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy. I thought I was going to cum right there. She stopped to my dismay giving me a slutty smile as she, kneeled down in front of me, Vanessa took my cock in one hand, and cradled my balls in the palm of the other stroking it slowly. "I bet you can't wait for me to slide my lips up and down your cock huh? I bet you can't wait to have my warm wet mouth sucking your hard cock. Well, are you ready naughty boy?" She said. "Ahhhh, fuck yes!" I groaned. She was right, I couldn't hold it back any longer. The young starlet opened her mouth as I stuffed my cock deep in her mouth, relishing those silk like lips sliding back and forth across my throbbing cock. I couldn't believe the sight before my very eyes, as the sexy actress looked up at me with those sexy eyes of hers whilst taking my cock over and over again into her pretty warm wet mouth. Vanessa stroked my rock hard cock as she sucked so elegantly upon the spongy head, teasing and tantalizing me with her saucy tongue, as it danced around the tip and flicked at my slit. She worked my cock even harder now, trying to bring me to the edge. I tried to help that happen quicker by putting my hands on the back of her head and fucking her tasty mouth. Removing my cock, she jerked it quickly saying, "Cum in my hot mouth, give me that sweet tasting juice, I want it!" Vanessa begged, flicking my cock head with her tongue as she tried to help me blow my load. As much I wanted to hold back me cumming because I wanted to fuck Vanessa, but I couldn't hold back from cumming any longer, she was just to skilled with her oral talents. "Ugh!", I grunted, my cum spurting out and splattering into the roof of Vanessa Hudgens warm wet mouth and all over her tongue. A small pool of cum settled into the middle of her tongue as I came hard and breathed in the hot steamy air, my eyes clenched shut as I completely drained my grateful cock... I woke from what I gathered was a enjoyable blackout, still in the shower, but by myself with my spent cock in hand. "What the hell just happened?" I asked myself out loud. I was speechless and had no explanation whatsoever to what had just happened, not that it wasn't amazing. However, I was nowhere prepared for how much these blackouts would occur and the the various of other "adventures" I was about to find myself into. **TO BE CONTINUED** |
According to some of the most sacred tenets of Islam, anal sex is considered haram or forbidden. For a Muslim woman to engage in this is wicked. I feel quite guilty for indulging in this type of sexual activity with my biracial Christian lover Adam Stephens, but I can’t stop because it feels so damn good. Seriously, the young Black man who rescued me from a rude bigot at the university campus changed my world in more ways than I would have thought. My name is Ayaan Ismail, a young Somali Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a helluva lusty story to share with you today. I used to feel self-conscious about my body as a five-foot-nine, curvy and dark- skinned, big-bottomed and conservatively attired, Hijab-wearing Muslim woman in a land that worships skinny white bitches. Not anymore. Adam has taught me to love my body, and I can’t thank him enough for it. Adam Stephens is something else. The six-foot-tall, ruggedly handsome and brilliant stud from the City of London, Ontario, is spectacular in bed, ladies and gentlemen. Last night, Adam showed me some new and wickedly interesting pathways to pleasure. First, Adam laid me on his king-sized bed and proceeded to worship that body of mine. Adam kissed me and then licked and fondled my tits, and then made his way to the space between my thighs. I held my breath as Adam buried his face between my thick thighs and licked that hairy cunt of mine. I had just come back from running errands and hadn’t even showered yet but Adam told me he wanted me and I honestly can’t resist this gorgeous, caramel-hued stud. Adam licked my pussy and fingered me, causing me to moan and writhe on the bed as he basically set my world on fire like only he can. I cried out Adam’s name as that wicked tongue of his snaked into my cunt, teasing my womanly folds. I shuddered and moaned as Adam pleasured me, and for the second time that day, I experienced a burning hot sensation. Adam often makes me orgasmic, for he knows how to awaken that fire down below, if you know what I mean. When I came, my cunt squirting hot girly cum all over his handsome face, Adam licked up every single drop of my womanly goodness, as he calls it. Afterwards, I looked at Adam, flashed him a lusty grin and spread my thick, shapely thighs invitingly. For I could tell Adam was still horny and to be honest, so was I. Ever since we made love for the first time, I’ve become addicted to Adam and that hot, masculine and strong body of his. I love the feel of his hard body on top of mine. I love the feel of his hard dick deep in my cunt. I love making love with Adam, the man who changed my world. So you can imagine my surprise when Adam told me that he didn’t feel like sticking that long and thick, uncircumcised dick of his deep inside my smoking hot Somali pussy. I was miffed, until Adam told me that he wanted to eat my ass instead. I was surprised, to say the least but then I thought it might be fun so I decided to give it a go. A wide grin spread across Adam’s handsome face, and I went to the shower to clean up, and then came back into his bedroom, ready to rumble. Happily I got on all fours, and spread my thick and round Somali ass cheeks wide open, exposing a very obvious target. Eagerly Adam got behind me, and then the gorgeous stud proceeded to smother my big brown butt with kisses, and licked me all over. I smiled and giggled in ecstasy as I felt Adam’s tongue working its way into my asshole, and he proceeded to eat my ass like it was the tastiest thing he’d ever put his mouth on. And I absolutely loved it! After Adam basically polished my asshole and big butt cheeks with his tongue, I was ready for more. That’s when Adam asked me point blank if I’d ever had anything up my ass before. As sexually adventurous as I’ve become since meeting Adam and falling in love with him, I had to say no. I’ve only had toilet paper near that thick Somali ass of mine, thank you very much. Good Muslim sisters don’t stick things up their butts. And I’m a good Muslim sister…who’s in love and lust with a very naughty Christian stud. Adam smiled and told me he would show me wonders, and did he ever! First, Adam made me spread my thick Somali ass cheeks wide open and then he applied lubricant to it. I gasped as I felt the Aloe cream on my ass. Now, in poorly written erotic novellas and porno flicks, there’s always some KY Jelly handy when a guy and a lady are about to engage in butt sex. In real life? Not so much. Adam and I used Aloe cream since that’s all he had at his apartment, but it worked just fine for us. Without further ado, Adam got behind me, and pressed his huge dick against my backdoor. I took a deep breath, then nodded at him to proceed. Adam slowly and gently pushed his dick into my ass. Even though he was careful and gentle, it hurt a bit going in. I must admit I was a bit nervous. For two main reasons. One, I thought that anal sex would hurt. Two, I thought I might do something embarrassing like accidentally fart or shit with Adam’s dick up my butt. Adam was patient with me, and I trusted him, so we took our sweet time. Slowly but surely, Adam worked most of his dick into my ass. Even with the lubricant, Adam’s dick felt huge in my butt. Like most Somali girls, I’ve got a nice big butt but my asshole is quite tight since, well, I was an anal virgin up until that point. Adam wasn’t lying when he said butt sex was fun, and once I relaxed a bit, I began to actually enjoy myself. We went at it for about thirty minutes, which is a LONG time to have a dick up your butt, ladies and gentlemen. I winced in pain as Adam pulled his dick out of me, and used a towel to wipe himself clean. I never asked him what he was wiping and he didn’t say. My boo simply pulled me close, kissed me tenderly and then we went to the washroom together. Under the hot shower, Adam and I cleaned each other up. And then we went back to bed, and I slept until my evening shift at the university campus where I worked as a cleaner. I overslept and missed the bus, which kind of sucked because the manager of the cleaning crew at the university is a mean Mexican lady and she doesn’t cut us any slack. I’m the only Hijab-wearing female on the mostly female cleaning crew, so this broad seems to have a problem with me. Sensing my worry, Adam offered to help without even being asked. Isn’t he awesome? Like the angel from Jannah that he is, Adam came to my aid without being prompted to do so. I love this guy something fierce, seriously! Adam gave me a ride to campus, and kissed me passionately as I stepped out of his car. I waved my boo goodbye, then went to work. Had an extra bounce in my step that night, according to my co-workers. I laughed when they said that to me. Don't know if it's from the joy of being in Adam's life or from having his dick in my ass. Your guess is as good as mine! _This is my first shot at science fiction so please, if you are critical of this work, give me a reason and I'll try to improve later models. Comments like "You suck" with no reason why will be deleted. "You suck," with a list of reasons will be retained for future reference. I hope you like it._ Aliens! Just outside the atmosphere, space started to shimmer. It became almost opaque and suddenly popped open like a tulip. A small saucer shaped craft was ejected from it. Then it shimmered again and was gone. Earl and Carol sat in the guide seats and started the little craft on a downward plunge through the atmosphere. They checked the displays for gravitics, the fusion reactor, the invisibility generator and the weapons systems. The small ship couldn't be seen and it couldn't be detected on radar. It was entirely controlled by brain waves. It was slow, capable of only a little over forty thousand miles per hour, but it was fast enough for this planet. Earl made a mental note to apply for something a little faster when they got home. The trip across the galaxy from home had taken six days. Six whole days shot! Earl wished that the company would buy one of the new instant-jump space folders. "Well, here we are," remarked Carol. She was a little cranky and Earl knew that she was fed up with being in space too. "Yeah and two weeks until the mother ship returns," pouted Earl. "Well, we better get to work if we're ever gonna get off this miserable little rock," whined Carol. They slipped into the atmosphere and started to scout for some likely looking natives for their experiments. They were moving at a little under nine hundred miles an hour. "Turn on the detector and we'll see if there is anything worth looking at," said Earl. Carol thought of the correct number code for the detector and it popped into view. "Nothing so far," she remarked. "Hey, there's something," Earl observed. "Yeah, let's go have a look." Instantly the saucer turned toward the blip. They slowed to less than a hundred mph. "There it is!" cried Carol. What luck! They had been on this planet less than fifteen minutes and they already had a potential target. They knew they didn't want to be selective. They just wanted to find a suitable subject and go home. They stayed half a mile behind the target and crept along with it. Earl thought the viewer into magnify mode. The figure they were tracking came into full view on the screen. He turned on the analyzer and found she was in good physical condition. "The guide book was right. They look almost like us," Earl exclaimed. "That's a pleasant change," said Carol. "I am tired of dealing with hairy, big, ugly things and short, smelly, slimy things." The creature they were tracking was riding some kind of two wheeled conveyance. Through the sonar pickups they could hear the loud noises produced by the machine. I rolled down the dirt road and came to rest by what must have been a farm house. The creature dismounted and went inside. "There is no one else inside," Carol announced. "Good," said Earl, "Let's start a pickup move." Carol was more cautious. "We should wait for night. There will be much less chance of detection," she stated. "OK, you're probably right. Night would be better," agreed Earl. "Let's go raise a little hell!" "Great," Carol agreed. The saucer noted the return coordinates and Earl wheeled the ship up into the stratosphere. They moved toward a military base a hundred miles or so away. "Oh look, little military airplanes!" Carol laughed. "Let's see what they're up to." They brought the saucer down low, about thirty thousand feet and right behind the military jets. The jets were only moving at five hundred mph. "Careful, we don't want to run over them," Carol yelled. Earl brought the saucer around ahead of the formation of jets. "Turn off the cloak," Earl ordered. Carol turned off the cloak and the ship suddenly appeared to the jet pilots. They could see it on radar too. Earl and Carol laughed heartily as the jets started a frantic communication with their ground base. They started to accelerate. The saucer accelerated with them. The jets started firing missiles at them. Earl accelerated the saucer to thirty thousand miles an hour while Carol flipped on the cloak. They vanished from the pilots' view. He flipped the saucer over and watched the jets milling around. They laughed. "Let's go to the ocean," Carol suggested. They shot across the sky at mach 30 and were soon over the ocean. "Oh look, a submarine," Carol said. Sure enough, a nuclear powered sub was right below them. It was a thousand feet deep and plugging along at thirty knots. Earl crashed the saucer into the sea and shot ahead of the sub at seven hundred mph. Once again there was a frantic burst of communication between the sub and its base. Laughing, Earl pointed the saucer skyward and soon was cruising at eighty thousand feet and ten thousand mph. "It's fun playing with those impotent, ancient toys," Carol laughed. "Yeah, well back to business. We've got an experiment to run," replied Earl. He engaged the return navigator and the saucer raced back to the farm house. Night was falling as they made preparations to capture the farmer. A quick scan revealed that she was alone. The ship rose to the level of the second floor window. Earl turned off the cloak and the weapons shields. Then he turned on the neuralizer, gravity ramp and molecular aligner. When the neuralizer came on a bright, white light flooded the farm house. "All set. Let's make it quick and get the hell out of here," Carol said. "Right you are," replied Earl. They walked out of the ship on the gravity ramp and straight through the walls of the house thanks to the aligner. They looked back on the ship. It was bright and shiny, chrome colored. Beautiful. They levitated the woman and walked her outside and into the ship. Earl turned off the neuralizer, aligner and ramp. Then he raised the shields and activated the cloak. The ship shot 200,000 feet straight up and hovered. "Let's get to it," grumped Carol. The woman was in the lab. They both walked into the lab and saw that the woman was awake but immobile. "Get her clothes off and part her legs," Earl ordered. Carol stripped the now terrified woman and put the expansion brace between her ankles and pressed them apart. Earl said, "Knock her out." Carol complied using a large needle in her arm. The serum would anesthetize her and suppress her short term memory. "Don't leave any marks," Earl commented. "This ain't my first rodeo," Carol answered. Earl inserted a probe through her vagina, cervix and into her womb. He picked up a vial full of semen and shot it into her. Then he withdrew the probe. "Whew! I'm glad that's over," he observed. "Let's get her back in bed. Insert the tracker and put the helmet on her. We can't have her remembering anything." Carol put the mind reader on the woman and saw that the memory drug had worked. She ran some tests and found that the tracker was working perfectly. She then performed the rest of the chores while Earl went back to the control room. The saucer shot down 200,000 feet and came to rest just outside the second floor window. The pair once again performed the maneuvers necessary to get the woman back in bed. They left the little farm house, climbed back in their saucer and made the brief 2,500 mile trip to the submerged ocean base. They dove 3,000 feet straight down. Once safely inside the base they parked the saucer, got out, went inside and filed their report. "I hoped we don't have to retrieve the fetus," Carol complained. Earl said, "I don't think we will. We have to wait for the mother ship. Some other chump can do it. We'll be back home on Cyrus 7 by the time she's due. That's life in the good old space corps." |
_(Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the third part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." The second is "Yard Sale." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.)_ * The buzzer gave a nasally shriek and Dan turned his head sharply to look at his bedroom door. The room also served as his office, with a small desk near the windows in one corner, a tall bookcase and a queen-sized bed next to it along the wall that faced the door. The only other furnishing was a small tall dresser that stood against the wall near the door and an old upholstered chair. The room was not neat. Magazines and books were strewn about every surface. A computer hummed steadily on the battered desk top, but it was camouflaged in loose papers and sticky notes. He blinked at the door and started to turn back to his work before he heard the loud complaint again. He opened the door and walked into the dining room and past the mini-kitchen and over to the front door. He pressed down on the buzzer call button. "Yes?" "Hi! It's me," came a young female voice he didn't recognize. He waited, trying to sort through the list of possible visitors in his mind. "I'm the one who answered your ad for a cleaning service?" Dan pressed the button back down. "Yes, of course, come on up. Third floor. 32." He buzzed her in. Dan looked at the living room and dining room from where he stood and remembered he had spoken to the girl on the phone a couple of days ago about the ad he had placed on-line for someone to come and clean for a couple of hours on Thursdays and Sundays. Several people had already offered to take the job, but had never showed, so he had forgotten about her. He was delighted she had come, though. He couldn't stand living in his own filth but summoning the energy to clean it would have meant trying to live a normal life again. He wasn't ready for that. He needed help. A knock at the door brought him out of his brooding and he undid the lock and opened it. A bright young face smiled at him. "Hi! I'm Jessica," she said with a wide friendly smile. Dan took her in with his eyes and almost felt self- conscious about his old, thin and stretched "Tea. Earl Grey. Hot." black t-shirt and dirty gray sweat pants. Her beauty pounded at his eyes and he resented it. She was maybe 20 with slightly wavy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her figure filled out her tight jeans and light sweater in a way that might make someone feel nostalgic about high school, even if you were the kid who got beat up. He wasn't, but when he looked at her he heard the lunch bell. He shook her proffered hand and smiled slowly as he looked at her face. Her eyes were dangerous. They were dark blue; wine-dark, like the sea about to swallow a ship in a sudden squall. "Dan," he simply said. "Please, come in." Jessica stepped in and surveyed the apartment out of the corners of her eyes. It didn't look that bad. It certainly needed someone to straighten it and polish the surfaces and dust the shelves, but far better than she had imagined when she answered the ad. She had expected to see old food left out and filthy smelling stains and a kitchen in need of an exorcism. Well, the kitchen came close to that, but everything else wasn't too bad. "...Just need you for a couple hours on Thursdays and Sundays to help straighten the place," Dan was saying. He has tall and well built, if a little run down and ragged. His handsome face sported a couple days growth and his thinning brown hair was a little too long, as if it hadn't been cut in a few months. His eyes were dark brown and still held some kind of youthful light that made Jessica relax. She had worried he might be a creep, but the only disturbing thing about him was a kind of sadness around the edges of his eyes; a weariness and depression that sagged on his high cheekbones and bore down on his full lips. She wanted to see his smile, so she kept laughing a little and beaming at him as he showed her his place. "What's in there?" she asked, pointing at the bedroom door. "Oh, that's just my bedroom and office, but I won't need you in there." "You sure?" She teased playfully with a big smile and giggle. "I'm just joking!" Dan finally smiled and breathed out a laugh. It felt strange on his face. Jessica saw his lips part and arch and knew she had been right. When he smiled, he was beautiful. Now, she felt confident she could take the job without any worries. His apartment was just a ten-minute ride on the subway from her school and the hours he wanted her there, six to eight, fit perfectly with her schedule. Dan offered her twenty dollars an hour for the four hours a week, but said he'd make it an even hundred if she showed up for the full length of both shifts. Jessica agreed and said she would see him on Thursday. Dan showed her out and then retreated back to the bedroom. A little later on, he abandoned his writing and tried to masturbate to thoughts of the young and sexy college student, but the dark specter of a woman from his past rose up into his brain and chased her away. He mixed a drink, sank down in his chair and smoked and thought and listened to the distant sound of the train. He tried again, as he had on several other nights, to project his thoughts onto it so they could be carried away. The buzzer shrieked and this time Dan was ready for it. He had shaved and even put on pants. He still had on a t-shirt -- he didn't want to let on he was getting dressed for her or anything. Letting her in, he smelled the soft hint of lilacs as she brushed past him. He had to concentrate to keep from swooning. Lilacs were the most feminine scent imaginable and he fought the impulse to bury his head in her neck and breath deeply. She turned and looked at him expectantly. She had on tight jeans and a tight white lacey top. Her blonde hair fell a little below her shoulders in gentle waves. Dan fought the impulse to work up any excuse to touch her tanned skin as it radiated before him. "So, where should I start?" she asked. "Ah, well, there's cleaning supplies below the sink in the kitchen. That's probably the best place to start anyway. If you don't get to the other rooms today... trust me, I'll understand." Jessica went to the sink and Dan went back to his office door. Before he opened it, she asked, "So, I know you're a writer from your ad, but what do you write?" Dan turned and looked at her and saw her body, as it was bent over and leaning on the sink and searching the cabinet below. Her ass filled out her jeans, looking far more full and tight than any white girl's ass had a right to look. He bet there were some black genes in her ancestry. His cock started to thicken and in order to hide it, he moved himself behind the half wall that separated the kitchen from the dining room. "Well, uh... technical manuals, mostly... how-to stuff," he lied. It was only slightly a lie, since he certainly had written some technical documents in his past, but it wasn't what he was doing now. "Oh, yeah? Like putting together cabinets and things?" she asked with her head under the sink and her arm shaking the little wooden door as an example. "Yeah... something like that." "Cool," she said nonchalantly as she straightened and began arranging things on the counter in preparation for cleaning. Dan gave a last long look at her form as she leaned over the kitchen counter. "I left your money on the dining room table... I don't wish to be disturbed." Jessica looked back as he disappeared into the bedroom. She saw the bills on the table, but was disappointed he wasn't going to stay and talk. She was certain he was writing more than just how-to guides, or else he would have droned on and on about them as she cleaned. Even that would have been welcome. Cleaning was not at all something she took any pleasure in, but she knew she could do it without even thinking. Still, it was boring and she usually put on music or the TV while she did it in her dorm room. That thought made her walk into the living room and turn on the set he had planted on a small cabinet in the corner. It wasn't one of those new plasma TV screens, just some old box from years ago. She loved the hum it made as it flicked on. It took her a couple of minutes to figure out the controls, but she finally managed to find E and left it on while she cleaned. Gossip was a guilty pleasure of hers. Although the kitchen was small, it was pretty dirty and took her most of an hour to clean. Another half hour she spent on the bathroom, which wasn't too bad. It didn't seem like he took that many showers. The rest of the time she straightened the living and dining rooms and tried to organize the papers and books and photos into piles he could go through and see what he wanted discarded and saved. The photos interested Jessica and she sat on the couch and looked through them. The majority of them showed a brown haired, brown eyed woman closer to Dan's age than herself. He was in most of the pictures with her, smiling his broad smile next to her face. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman Jessica had ever seen outside of the airbrushed models in magazines. Her face was soft and hard at the same time and her eyes dark and sultry. Her figure was something any woman would be envious of and the way she looked at Dan... Jessica's heart froze as she began to process what she was holding. She looked up at a picture on the wall she hadn't really noticed before. It was a photo of this woman's face pressed near to his in a loving embrace, close to a kiss. She gently put the pictures back in a pile and delicately straightened their edges, realizing she had been handling the pieces of a broken heart. She almost wanted to cry. What had gone wrong? It was none of her business, she knew. She blinked a few times and looked about the room. The cable box said it was 3 minutes past eight. She wanted to draw him out and ask him, but felt it was something way beyond her ability to inspect and help with at this point. She collected the bills and stood at his bedroom door. "I straightened some things in the living and dining rooms," she addressed the door. "I put them in piles for you to go through. Whatever you don't want you can just put in a heap next to the door and I'll put it in the dumpster next time." "K," she heard through the door. "I'll see you on Sunday," she said as her fingertip lightly touched the door. "Thank you, Jessica," he responded from beyond the door. She turned and quietly left the apartment. A couple of weeks passed and Jessica found the job to be very easy. It seemed like Dan hardly spent any time out of his room, so there just wasn't that much to clean. She also enjoyed where and how he lived. She liked the short walk to his place from the subway stop. It was a mix of small street level shops and well cared for urban sprawl. The people on the street were largely young and professional looking. It was the kind of neighborhood she imagined herself in once she graduated. Dan's building had that kind of 1920's look of brick outside and hardwood inside and noir glamour that excited some unnamed part of her every time she saw it. His apartment fit in perfectly with the building's mystique. During the seventies, the owners had renovated all the rooms and painted all the hardwood surfaces with that god-awful thick white coating that was the style back then. His apartment, however, had been restored to the original look, with finished hardwood moldings and runners. A ceiling fan spun lazily in the living room and the wide front windows had Venetian blinds, making it seem like some charming office from an old Bogart movie. The hardwood floors were in great shape and hardly creaked. She hadn't seen any more pictures of the woman after she had arranged the piles for him to go through. In fact, she couldn't find them anywhere. There was only the picture left on the wall. The woman seemed so happy, her eyes closed and her smiling face was reaching up to his lips as he bent over her shoulder, his wide mouth seeking her kiss. The look of passion and sincere love in their expressions was overwhelming and Jessica couldn't help but stare at it repeatedly. It was, to her, a piece of art. One Thursday night, Jessica was getting ready to leave and heard the apartment door open. She was surprised and could only turn and stare from where she was gathering her coat in the living room. She had never thought to lock his door. A woman walked in and closed the door behind her. "Hello?" Jessica asked. The woman turned to face her and didn't seem surprised to see her there at all. She smiled thinly and said, "Hi." Jessica could only stare at what she thought was the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Her long straight brown hair was tied in a tight ponytail and her high cheekbones and delicate yet defined jaw were accentuated by a light application of rouge. Her wide dark eyes were sultry and mysterious under the dark mascara and long eyelashes. She seemed tall, but Jessica noticed she was wearing heels and a long black leather coat. For a brief second, she wondered if Dan had a date tonight and she immediately wanted to excuse herself, except suddenly she recognized the woman. She was the one from the photos and the picture on the wall. "I'm Jen," she said in a soft and seemingly friendly voice. She took a couple of steps toward Jessica and extended a hand with long feminine fingers that displayed beautifully shaped and red-glossed fingernails. "Jessica. Nice to meet you!" She said. She really was very happy to see this woman that had, until now, seemed only a shadowy part of Dan's past. "Dan hired me to do some cleaning for him-" "I know," Jen said as her eyes sized up the young woman in front of her. "I'm glad. This place needed it," she said with a pretty laugh. Jessica had to force herself to stop staring at her and continue gathering her things. She wanted to stay and find out everything that had happened, but the sheer allure of Jen was too much. Jessica felt frumpy and short next to her and there was no way she would let Dan see her like that. "Well, I should get going. Dan is in his room. It was very nice to meet you!" "You too," Jen said as she made her way to the bedroom. Jessica had to pause by the front door and watch her. Jen stopped in front of his door and seemed to take a breath before removing her long coat and draping it over a nearby chair. Jessica's breath caught in her throat as she realized Jen was wearing a tight French-maid's costume. Jen knocked on the door and must have heard Dan's voice, because she started to enter. As she did, she turned and smiled back at Jessica and whispered goodbye as she disappeared. After a few seconds, Jessica realized her mouth had been open and she closed it and tried to calm the rapid beating of her heart. She considered sneaking over and listening to them, but couldn't convince herself to be so brazen. She slowly closed the door and then walked to the subway, fantasies and questions filling and teasing her. The next Sunday night, Jessica showed up at the small brick-face apartment building and Dan buzzed her in. Over the past few days, she found her thoughts had returned repeatedly to what had happened that night and what was going on between them. The apartment seemed the same, but Jessica was determined to enter his bedroom and find any kind of clue. Everything was so simple to clean, Jessica finished a half hour early and was idly arranging glassware in the kitchen when Dan exited his room and went to the bathroom. Excited, she stepped in and looked around. It was cluttered with dirty clothes and papers and books and a few empty bottles of scotch near the desk. The stale stench of cigarettes hung in the air. Something about the smell actually excited her a bit. She imagined him bent over his keyboard, chain-smoking and writing and missing his wife. Maybe she had just been a girlfriend, she didn't know, but Jessica doubted a man his age -- late thirties or early forties, she guessed -- would have held onto that many pictures of a simple failed romance. Without thinking she quickly crossed to the desk and looked at what was on his screen. She read what was written there and felt her breath catch in her throat. It looked like the hottest how-to manual she had ever read, that was for certain. She read a passage about a woman tied to a bed and being used by 4 strangers while her husband watched. Jessica looked away and gulped. Her eyes rested on a small, framed picture of Jen standing on a beach in her bathing suit with her back to the camera. She was looking down at the waves rushing past her ankles while in the distance, above the vast ocean, an ominous bank of purple clouds gathered. "Jessica." She jumped and turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just so curious. I finished cleaning and didn't think you'd mind..." Dan had walked over to her, his eyes never leaving her face. He reached down and flicked off the monitor. "Sorry," she breathed and placed the picture back down on the desk. Dan glanced at the picture and then turned to stand in front of her, very close to her. He inspected her face. She looked down and held her hands behind her back, unsure what to do. "You weren't invited in here, Jessica," he said evenly. "It's my fault. I should have explained that better when you started." "But really, I... I just was so curious about the woman who was here the other night... Jen." Dan stared at her for a few seconds and Jessica lifted her head and looked at him. He seemed almost vulnerable. "Is she... your wife?" "She was," Dan whispered and blinked. "I'm sorry, I guess it's none of my business," she said as she started to move past him. He let her go and she moved to the door, but hesitated and turned back. He was still standing there, staring out the window. "It's nice you can still... see her sometimes." It sounded lame, but it was the only thing she could think of to try to draw him out. Dan turned slowly and regarded her with a new interest. "Yes," he said slowly. "She and I still have... some common interests." Jessica felt her heart rate increase again and she couldn't resist asking, "Is that what you write about?" Dan smiled and looked down as he walked over to her. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, I mean -- " she started to say, thinking he was embarrassed by what she had found. Dan seized her arms just beneath the shoulders and she froze and looked at him with fright. "Shhh," he said. "I'm not ashamed of anything, Jessica. But you're prying and you should know that this is my office and my bedroom and it is not open to invasion anytime you're simply 'curious.' Is that understood?" Jessica nodded. "Good. Now, I'll forgive you this time, but the next time you wish to enter, you must knock and ask, ok? If I catch you in here without my permission, it will mean the end of your employment with me. All right?" Jessica nodded again. Dan's hands released her and cupped her face gently. "I value the work you do here and I would hate for you to have to leave, but you need to respect my wishes." He held her face in front of him for a few seconds and Jessica felt her body tilting toward him. She wasn't sure if she actually was, but in her mind, his large hands cupping her jaw were guiding her lips up to meet his. He released her and she tried to remain steady as he walked away. "Now, go on. I'll see you on Thursday." For some strange reason, she felt like she needed to pick up her clothes, but remembered she was wearing them. She left the apartment feeling slightly dizzy. That night her boyfriend Tim made love to her in his dorm room. He was tall and thin and had tight skin over small, hard muscles. His chiseled face was smooth and his piercing blue eyes stared intently at her as he fucked her. The short blond hair on his head was thick and well groomed. He had perfect white teeth and a disarming smile. All her friends said they were the hottest couple they knew. His large and handsome dick slid in and out of her with grace and wonderful pacing. Sometimes he thrust slowly and his hands pinched and caressed her, and sometimes he went fast and hard. Tim was the loveliest fuck she had ever had. She loved him and hoped for a future with him after they graduated. The entire time Tim was making love to her, all Jessica could think of was Dan's tight grasp on her arms and his eyes slicing through her soul. Thursday came and Jessica entered the apartment with apprehension. As before, he buzzed her up and left the door open. She came in and looked at his bedroom door for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. She had spent far too much time during the week remembering his touch and fierce gaze. She had felt a conflicting mix of fear and curiosity and couldn't stop wondering about what he wrote, what he thought, who he was... what he and Jen had done together. Most ex's didn't get into costume to have sex with each other. It was distracting her while she sat in class and she even started writing out scenarios in her notebook. It was mainly just dialog where she somehow convinced him to tell her about the woman in the photos or why he wrote what he did. It was clearly erotic fiction, and it also happened to be one of her secret obsessions. She desperately wanted to know if he had written anything she had read. She especially wanted to know if he had written anything she had gotten herself off on while reading. It had happened, although rarely. She had become convinced he had been the author of some of her on-line favorites and had reread them while she masturbated, searching for any sign of him in the words. She couldn't tell, and she needed to read more of his writing. She cleaned the apartment with time to spare and felt courage welling up within her. I've cleaned enough, she thought as her mind focused on investigating his writing. She walked over to the door and knocked. "Yes?" "It's me. I've finished in here and wanted to know if there's anything in there you want me to clean." It was a line from one of her scenarios, but she felt she spoke it believably. "Come in." Jessica opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk near the window. He turned in his chair and looked at her. He didn't say anything. "Maybe I could empty the trash and put some of your clothes in the laundry basket," she said as she pulled the small plastic bag from his wastebasket. She didn't do laundry for him, but she always threw any towels or clothes she found into the hamper by his back door. She had explored once and knew it led down a staircase to the basement where the washing machines were. "That would be fine, Jessica. Thank you." She emptied his trashcan into the larger trash bin in the kitchen and put his clothes in the hamper. She even emptied his overflowing ashtrays and gathered up the empty bottles and placed them near the front door so she could take them to the recycling bin. While she cleaned, her mind sorted through the scenarios she had planned, but she couldn't work up the nerve to execute any of them. She started to straighten his bed, unsure what she should do next or how she could ask him if she could read his story. "What do you study?" She almost jumped as he addressed her. She was on the bed on her hands and knees and trying to pull the corner of the sheets tight against the wall. Her head turned around to look at him. Her ass was facing him and his eyes moved slowly from staring at it to look at her face. Her heart raced as she could feel his gaze move over her body. She held her position and simply said, "Business... and Film." Dan's eyes darted to hers and his brow furrowed a bit. "Double major?" he asked. "Yeah," she answered as she turned to face him and sat on her left hip on the bed with her left hand supporting herself. She knew she was posing for him, but it excited her. Maybe she wanted him to be impressed and write her into one of his stories. Maybe she just wanted him to remember her like this. She didn't really know. "I want to write screenplays someday, but I can't depend on that for a job or anything." She smiled at him and he smiled back. "You're brighter than you let on. That's probably good in a woman as good looking as you." Jessica felt a rush in her cheeks and couldn't believe she was blushing. She certainly knew she was attractive and had grown used to the drunken come-ons in clubs and bars from guys who somehow thought it would impress her if they told her how hot she was. For some reason, Dan's statement was uttered as a simple fact, completely undisguised with no ulterior motive seeping through. "Why?" she finally managed to ask. "Because beautiful women have a curse hidden in the blessing of their looks. All men, and most women, will assume you are simply going to use your physical assets to get the things you need or want out of life. They'll accept you at face value, because they can't force themselves to look beyond your face. Keep your intelligence hidden, and you'll always have an advantage over them." Jessica stared at his dark eyes and couldn't move. He had said something she had only just begun to understand for herself and her mind gathered it up and tried desperately to save it, word-for-word, in her brain. She couldn't really wrap her mind around it at the moment, but she knew it was something she needed to keep and carry with her. She yearned to ask him right then to read his writing, but she still couldn't bring herself to do it. "Do you read erotica, Jessica?" "Yes," she said slowly and with only a slight hesitation. He was going to do it. He was going to bring her out and invite her in. Her heart filled with gratitude, and a part of her rebelled against this submissive yielding. That part, the side that pushed away amorous drunks and boldly flirted with cute shy boys, was falling silent in wonder at the presence of this man. If he told her in his matter-of-fact manner that he needed to study the body of a college-aged woman for the story he was working on, she would strip off her clothes and pose as seductively as possible for him. That thought started to make her wet. "Since you're a film student, maybe you can read over this latest chapter for me and give me some feedback. My agent is a greasy nut-job who only wants to pimp my work out to whatever magazine needs some content. I can't trust his opinion at all. I'm trying to write something bigger than erotica." Jessica had already left the bed and came to stand near him, her eyes searching the computer screen. She felt herself bend over his shoulder, but it was only to get as close to his words as possible. "I want it to be something important," he finished saying as he pushed the chair back and got up and held it for her. She sat down and he pushed her in closer to the desk, like some old-fashioned gentleman. She saw that he had scrolled the document up to the top of the chapter. She hardly noticed him gently stroke her hair once and whisper "thank you" before stepping away. Her eyes began to devour the words in front of her. The chapter seemed like an early one, but it was hard to tell, since he hadn't labeled them yet. She resisted the urge to explore his documents folder to find the absolute beginning and simply read what was open in front of her. A man and a woman, recently divorced, met at the coffee shop where they had had their first date. The conversation was stilted at first. She had remarried, apparently to someone older and richer than the man, judging by his thoughts. He wasn't sure what she wanted by this meeting, but couldn't resist seeing her again, because he had never stopped loving and missing her. She guessed they had been through some trouble together, more than the usual among divorcees, but it wasn't clear. Jessica was frustrated that she couldn't read the beginning and was about to ask Dan if she could when her eyes started on the next passage. The woman stated bluntly that she needed him to fuck her. She had missed his hands and words and powerful lust. She wanted him to take her any way he pleased. Her new husband was nice and loving, but he made love like a 14-year old boy who had never seen a hardcore porn movie. The man's lust overcame him and he found himself ordering her to go outside to the back of the coffee shop and put her hands on the dumpster and wait for him there. Jessica's eyes filtered the story faster as she her heart rate increased and her pussy moistened. She wanted to reach down and unzip her jeans and stroke her enlarged clit, but she resisted, aware Dan was seated on the bed, looking at her. She concentrated on the feeling in her sex and continued to read. The man exited a few minutes after the woman and he found her in the back, positioned exactly as he had told her. There was a high embankment on that side of the building and only a couple of other shops in the small strip mall, so it was unlikely they would be seen, but it was a risk nonetheless. The man talked dirty to the woman, telling her that what she really wanted was to be treated like a filthy whore as his hands raised her skirt and stroked her ass and pulled aside her panties. He spanked her viciously for being so bad and Jessica could not resist putting a hand down next to her crotch and lightly stroking herself through her jeans. The man forced her to bend all the way over so her head rested against the side of the garbage dumpster as he pulled her panties down to her ankles. He held her hands behind her back as he ruthlessly fucked her pussy. The woman yelled and moaned loudly in ecstasy, like she hadn't enjoyed a good fuck in ages. The man forced her to strip completely naked and made her get down on hands and knees beside the stinking garbage. He then grasped her ass cheeks and spread them wide and spit on her asshole. He rubbed it with his thumb and spit some more. The woman was moaning and begging for him to fuck her. He pressed his cock into her wet little asshole and forced it in as his hands pushed her face down on the dirty pavement. He began to fuck her hard in her ass and the woman screamed and her nails scratched and broke on the concrete as she felt his large cock borough into her butt. The man came inside of her clenching sphincter violently and with a roar of conquest. He then shoved her down as he stood up and cruelly uttered that he was done with her as he zipped up his pants. He walked away and the woman stared after him as he disappeared around the corner. She whispered, "I miss you." Jessica forced herself to stop her hand from rubbing and she glanced at Dan out of the corner of her eye. She placed her hands on the desk and tried to prepare some kind of critical feedback for him. She tried to think of structure and continuity and detail and dialog, but all that came out was, "Can I read the beginning?" "Did you like it?" "Yes," she breathed out as she looked from his face to the computer screen and back again. "What did you like?" He was calm and intense at the same time. "They're like two lovers that don't know how to be together and yet can't resist each other." The words came pouring out of Jessica. She was thrilled at how much this simple chapter inspired and provoked her. "They're old and young at the same time. It's like they know each other's minds but still need to explore each other's limits in some effort to control the desires they have." She sighed and almost laughed at how gushing her appraisal sounded. She did laugh. "And the ass fucking was hot, too." Dan smiled and actually laughed a bit as well. "Good." He paused and studied her face. "I could tell it turned you on." "Yes," she answered without looking at him. She wasn't sure what to do next. He hadn't said it was all right for her to read anything else. "Do you really want to read more?" "Yes!" she exclaimed in an expressive sigh. "I want to see you feel comfortable while you read. I want to see how an anonymous reader out there takes in my work." Jessica wanted to read more, but now she was unsure what he was asking. Dan rose and stood beside her. He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders. "Jessica. I just want to see how a woman enjoys my words. Please. I won't interfere. Just read and let your self go. If you can't, then I'll know I have some more revisions to do and you can help me with it. If, however, you feel the need to touch yourself, I only want to know when it happens -- what thing I wrote that triggered it. I'll be right here, but I won't make a move or a sound until you're ready to talk. All right?" Dan bent over her and moved the mouse to close out the current chapter and opened the master document that held the full story. Jessica felt herself nodding. There was a part of her mind that was letting go of something, but she could no longer tell what it was or why it was ever important. She started reading the full story and she could feel him gradually pull away to sit or stand behind her. She had no idea what he was doing, but she felt his presence and read his words and soon was submitting to the moment that surrounded her. When she masturbated, she usually liked to keep her panties and bra on, for the feel of constriction they provided. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off and then rose up in the chair and unzipped and took off her jeans. Her matching blue bra and panties immediately excited Dan, but she didn't care that he was watching her. Maybe she liked that he was watching her, but she was too focused on the story to try to sort it out. She feasted on the words on the screen and felt them invade her mind and twist it until it could think of nothing else but achieving orgasm. She kicked her left leg up on the desk and slipped her left hand beneath her panties to massage her swollen and wet pussy lips. She read about the furious lovemaking between the doomed couple, the torrid situations they put each other in and the terrible betrayals they acted out on one another. While she was reading a passage that described the main character holding the woman's arms up against a bookcase and finger fucking her from behind, Jessica could no longer contain what she was feeling. The words set her on fire and she stood up and turned around to face him. "All of it," she said. "Every part makes me want to touch myself." She could no longer control the words that flooded her mind and made her spin around as they sank deep into her lust and leapt out of her throat. She breathed a few short deep breaths and moved in front of the bookcase that separated the desk from the bed. She couldn't believe what she was doing but was sure she didn't want to stop. Dan leaned against the dresser on the opposite wall and watched her. Jessica reached up with her right hand and grabbed a shelf as her left hand continued to caress her clit. She closed her eyes and imagined herself as the woman in the story and she turned around and bent her ass out to Dan. She desperately wanted to show him what his words did to her. Dan saw her hand working her pussy under her panties and her arm stretched above her in support. He moved to stand close behind her. "Tell me what you want," he said. She heard his voice and some part of her mind had been waiting for him to ask. "I want you to write my scene. I want you to tell me how I cum," she moaned as she rubbed her clit furiously. "Take off your bra and panties." Jessica pulled them off without hesitation and placed her hands back where they were. She could not control her body any longer. She wanted to be Dan's model, a woman who showed him how women get off. She also wanted him to tell her how to get off, and the terribly contrasting ideas made her grip the bookcase tight and wait for his next word. Instead of a word, she heard a buzzing and her eyes widened as Dan pressed some vibrating toy in her pussy lips. Jessica gasped and moaned. He rubbed it up and down her wet folds and pressed it firmly to her eager clit. She closed her eyes and reached up with both hands and gripped the shelf above her and surrendered control. "Maybe your hands can do it, maybe they can't, but I find a vibrator usually hits the spots better than any man's fumbling fingers or dick." Jessica wanted to tell him he was putting it in just fine, but instead she felt him take her left hand off the shelf and use it to replace his own hand on the vibrator. He held her wrist for a second or two. "Take it and hold it where it wants to go." Jessica took hold of the vibrating egg and held it along her wet pussy lips and pressed it up against her clit. She was holding it behind her and her other arm stretched and complained from her posture. She tried to withdraw her hand to move it between her legs from under her stomach, but yelped when something hard smacked her ass. "Stay as you were," Dan's calm and neutral voice landed on her. She had no idea what had hit her, but her cunt throbbed from it and her ass cheeks burned. She had been spanked before and had enjoyed it in a playful way, but what had struck across her ass cheeks had been severe and measured; serious and disciplined. |